I wanted to share my story because I have found strength from reading others.
I am 27 and was diagnosed with Lupus 6 months ago after months of not knowing why I felt the way I did. I had a 6 months on the go, my mother got very ill, I got married, moved house. I put my tiredness down to that but after a couple of months, I was still just so damn tired.
It was my old manager who made a comment of “you’ve been to the doctors more in the last few months then I ever had in my life”. I then made another appointment with my GP to ask him what could be wrong. Really I wanted to prove a point that there was something wrong because I had nothing to say for why I kept getting ill which meant time off work.
I went to get my blood tests done then got called back two days later for further tests. I then get a call from the hospital asking me to come in asap. Turns out my white blood cell count and platelets where ridiculously low, so much so that I was almost facing a bone marrow test. The hematologist started asking me a series of questions, I knew where he was going with it, it had only been a few years since my 25 year old friend died of leukemia but I thank god, my cells started to rise again and after careful monitoring the horrific things it could have been were ruled out. Talk about an emotional roller coaster!
But I was still undiagnosed, newly married and felt on another planet. I was stressed, tired, unmotivated. Not knowing what it was I had the usual *loving* family telling me what I should be doing. You need to eat right, you don’t eat enough. I eat like a horse, always have done. You need to rest.. but I do! Take vitamins! For what? I don’t know what’s wrong!
I was off work for a month which lead for my employers asking me to go see an OT. I have to say, that was the best thing that I could have done. The first appointment, I was still undiagnosed, he couldn’t help much but he gave me the chance to understand what they are there for. I’ve seen him again since and found that it has been something that has given me some emotional support.
In October, I was sent to see a rheumatologist. I really just thought, here we go, I’m being sent to another “ologist”. He sat me down, asked me a few questions about what symptoms I’ve had, I told him. He looked at my blood records and tells me that I have Lupus. Lupus? What’s Lupus?
He explains to me what it is. Tells me that I will be on medication, every day, for most likely many years. We spoke a little. At first I didn’t have any questions, I didn’t know what it was so what do you ask? I was about to leave the room but then I thought to myself, hold on, what does this mean to me? I turned around and asked, so what if I get pregnant?
Bless him, he sat me down again and talked through everything. I drove to work after my appointment, that had to be the worst drive ever. I started realising, I now have a medical condition. I was feeling so sorry for myself. I also started worrying about how this was going to make the people around me feel. I felt like I was letting them down with something I have no control over. My mum was readjusting her life after having a stroke I hated myself for having to tell her this.
I was newly married and felt like I’ve just landed a massive burden on my new family.
The next few months have gone by, tired. The OT had helped with some adjustments but I refused to let it go further then coming in a little later then 9am. I made sure that if I came in late, I would work later. Initially I was given the opportunity to work from home when I was down but this soon changed when work said that it wasn’t feasible. When that changed, I felt defeated. I understand why, if I am sick, I’m sick, I should be off sick and not worrying about work.
I’ve been so confused about what was happening with me and so stressed that my life has changed. I didn’t know what was normal for someone who had lupus, I didn’t know what was bad and what was really bad. When you’re not sure yourself, how are you supposed to explain it to someone else?
They can’t understand really how you feel and it's even harder to explain.
Over Christmas, I am sure I was having another flair. Tried speaking to the doctor and their response was “do you want a sick note?” NO, that’s not what I want! Tell me if I am having a flair, is this what a flair is? I couldn’t stop wanting to sleep.
It got me bad, I was really down in the dumps about the way I was feeling. I hated that things were getting to this. I am a very active person, I like to keep busy, I was miss responsible, the reliable one, I was a super woman. I just wasn’t that person any more. I cringe when I get asked to do something that requires me to go out of my way, I get in a strop if I have to go somewhere I don’t want to go.
So frustrated with myself, I just didn’t have the capacity to entertain anything other than getting through each day.
Three weeks ago, I went for a review with the rheumatologist and he advised me to double the medication to 400mg to speed the reaction up. I started the double dosage and felt so sick straight away, it was too much for me to handle. Again, I didn’t know if this was normal, did I have to ride out the side effects? Did I need to stop/reduce/take the two at different times?
Looking for answers, I came across this site. I can’t tell you how I’ve spent hours reading almost everything and for the first time, I feel like I am not alone. That it’s normal to want to just have a nap in the middle of the day sometimes and it’s normal to feel so frustrated because your life has changed.
I have read a lot of sadder things about how badly this has affect some. Having to give up work, not being able to get any support and the hardest, being affected by Lupus more severely then I.
I hope for all those affected, things get better and your will get's stronger. As much as it breaks me, and that it does, I have to make sure that this doesn’t stop me from living my life.
Saying that things are different, I might have to take a step back and redefine what it means to be Super woman. If my mum can do it, so can I. She's my superwoman, stroke didn't stop her and lupus won't stop me.
I've had to re-evaluate what I can do and for my sanity appreciate what I can't do. I've had to re look at what I should be proud of and what I shouldn't be ashamed of. Hardest of all I've had to learn to say "No" and not feel bad about it.
With any bad time, I had to pluck up that courage that I know is in me and find my strength all over again.
I am lucky I have a support system around me. I give my husband the biggest respect of all, our first year of marriage and he’s spent it all keeping his wife on a pedestal that at times she doesn’t feel like she’s worthy of standing on.
We all have to remember, life is now different but we still have one.
Thanks for taking time to read this and sorry if I bored you!