When Answers Finally Came: Living with Lupus from a Young Age
I started getting sick at a pretty young age. In class four, I was quite slow, always sick with 'fever/malaria'. My doctor at the time said I was not a Sickler, so he did not understand what was wrong. I was dealing with stomach ulcer, and then by class five, joint involvement came in. I learnt to cope with my condition, including learning to write with my left hand, in case my right couldn't, to keep up with school. The pain kept rotating from right to left, and vice versa. Everywhere hurt all the time, and schooling became difficult.
My skin joined the train with scaly rashes, reddish sores, and bad 'dandruff sores' in my hair, making it fall off. I eventually cut it short by JSS. It was during one of my visits to my dermatologist at the time, now late, who realized my general weakness and joint aches, that he referred me to his daughter, a physiotherapist. She handled me for a while, but I guess she detected there was an underlying problem. So, she too referred me to a consultant physician. After many labs, scans etc., were done, I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, and then, juvenile rheumatoid arthritis due to my young age at the time.
When I eventually entered senior high school, I could only endure a term in the boarding house. So, doctors advised that I stay in a day school in order to get proper care at home. I was managing quite well until final year, when things got terribly bad, and I had to miss the first term to be admitted in the hospital. It was during this time in the hospital that SLE was finally diagnosed. All in all, it took about 8 (eight) years for me to be finally diagnosed with SLE in 2008.
Living with lupus for all these years has taught me to be very thankful to God always, and to appreciate everything, though bitter sometimes;
but with Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.
