“I was merely a child of twelve when the doctors announced that I had barely six months to live. Despite my painful tryst with Lupus disease since a tender age of four, a 12-year-old me was still unaware of the severity of my condition. The declaration from the doctors shattered my parents and my sister – my family who have always safeguarded me as their most precious treasure in the world. They finally decided to break the news to their little princess, as they anticipated a traumatic reaction from me.
However, I refused to break apart even after the most shocking revelation. I made up my mind not to waste one minute in regretting my destiny, rather fulfil all my dreams in the little time I had left. And like a true warrior, I fought my devastating disease every single day from my hospital bed – to the extent where I was miraculously cured of Lupus one day.
No one has ever become poor by giving
– Anne Frank
Today, as a strong, independent adult woman who lost a lot throughout her arduous journey, I wish to inspire many and spread awareness about the deadly disease of Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE) or commonly called Lupus.
I was four when I contracted a fever that lasted weeks, despite taking all flu medications. After that, following a thorough examination, the doctor concluded that I had Tuberculosis.
The diagnosis was proved wrong soon when I started displaying strange and dangerous symptoms. My blood pressure was fluctuating drastically while my face got covered in dark red butterfly rashes. My body temperature was way above normal and I experienced tremendous stomach ache. The doctors prescribed some common skin ointments for the time being and continuing examining the disease with more precision.
My treatment mostly continued on the basis of trial and error as no doctor in Mumbai diagnosed Lupus until I was nine. As a result, my symptoms refused to alleviate. My family was at their wit’s end.