A Brief Note On Lupus And Limes Disease

It’s astonishing how one diagnosis can completely alter the life of a family. One day you’re looking to move into the fancy houses along the coast, and the next you’re forced to consider if you would be able to afford the same home with one income. When I was three years old my mom was diagnosed with uterine cancer. I was too young to know what was happening, but at the age of seven, when my mom was diagnosed for the second time, I began to notice a change in my family’s daily life. I was told not to sit on my mom’s lap and that she could not play with me as much as usual due to her Chemotherapy, but it was not until her third time contracting cancer that I noticed the pain she was in. I was fourteen when I finally learned about the very thing I had been trying to figure out for nearly my entire life. This burden has solely shaped the way I act and how I handle life’s many challenges, but how it accomplished this was not always a joyous experience.

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

Everyone knows the disastrous effects cancer has on a person and their loved ones. Knowing that my mom was misdiagnosed, there could've been a moment when she may have still been here on Earth. During 2005, my mom noticed that something was wrong with her. This realization lead her to go seek a doctor at Lincoln hospital. During her examination, the doctors didn't noticed anything was wrong. After three years she went back again, and Dr. Max Ann examined my mother a second time,but this time he discovered that she had cancer. This

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

By the time my PopPaw was diagnosed the disease was progressing fast. My Mom and I would take turns with my Aunt in going every other weekend to help care for him. I was the only grandchild that had the strength to face the problem and never give up on him. I would read to him and tell him all about my activities. We would watch shows on tv and I tried so hard to be patient when having to explain things to him multiple times a day. He lost the ability to walk and was unable to leave the house unassisted. This was devastating to a man that thrived on being outside and when this happened he went into a deep depression. My Mom, my Aunt and my MomMaw struggled to get him to eat and interact. I was the only person he would talk to and even eat for with encouragement. But my Mom would say, “I don’t think it is good to put that much pressure on Amelia. She is so young and it is a huge burden for her to bear to be responsible for keeping him

As a young child, my mother was diagnosed with leukemia; she was hospitalized for an extended period of time, nearly touching death after receiving a stem cell transplant. Not only did this experience make me an anxious child, it also forced me to deal with circumstances beyond my control as a five-year-old. At five years old, I began to see a counselor to help develop healthy coping strategies

Lupus is an autoimmune inflammatory that occurs mostly in women. Lupus causes joint pain, multiple red lesions on the body. With time disorder can progress into a life-threatening issues involving the heart, kidneys, lungs and other vital organs. Lupus is disease in which the immune system fights against the body. The immune system is designed to fight against unwanted organisms and bacteria but does not attack its own body tissues. Lupus is a genetic disease that is inherited. There is no cause of the disease but is linked to genes and chromosomes. The disease can be triggered due to environmental factors. Such as: smoking, stress, infection, medication, antibiotics and much more. Lupus is hard to diagnose until there is damage to the

Lupus is still somewhat of a mystery to physicians and scientists today. Historically, the disease has stumped medical professionals. The first known discovery and identification of lupus, specifically systemic lupus erythematosus, was made by Hippocrates, a Greek physician, around the time of 400 BC. The disease became more well known after many years, and by the late 1700’s, two British dermatologists Robert Willan and Thomas Bateman had started to “use the term “lupus” to describe a destructive skin disease preferentially affecting the face and the nose” (Konya, 2016). Then the modern era of lupus began in 1923, when one doctor discovered four cases with similar symptoms. The physical details of the disease became more specific and by 1967, doctors were able to find a way to test for the antibodies that were associated with the disease. In the past, people thought the symptoms of lupus resembled a wolf bite, and some theorized the skin swelling and color changing was caused by werewolves. This theory has since been proven wrong, clearly. Because of this theory though, some people with the disease may have been wrongfully mistreated in the past. Today, lupus is a disease that allows people to receive help from the government under disability status. People with Lupus are not mistreated and in most places, are even protected by disability discrimination acts.

When she died five years after first symptoms ,the cancer had spread throughout her body over those five years. My mother was very depressed

What is Lupus? Lupus is an autoimmune disease in which our autoantibodies target self-proteins, known as ANAs. Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE) is understood to be caused by our genetics and the environmental triggers from our everyday lives. There are four different types to this incurable but manageable disease, Cutaneous Lupus Erythematosus, Drug-induced Lupus Erythematosus, Neonatal Lupus, and Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. I will cover all of them, the main focus is on Systemic Lupus Erythematosus which is commonly diagnosed in females.

Despite my parent's divorce, I led a contented life. My dad lived in the outskirts of Denver, but his distance never kept him from maintaining an active role in my life. Back in Colorado Springs, I lived with my mom, little sister, and step-father. Growing up, I never felt that I truly fit in with any of my friends or even my family; like almost any other teenager, I felt awkward in my own skin. However, my focus quickly shifted away from myself. In November of 2013, my mother learned that she had Pancreatic Cancer. My bubble of protection from the world's problems promptly burst as I heard the diagnosis. My family did our research only to discover that the statistics were horrifying. The five-year survival rate for someone with any stage

It all started with our family sitting at the dinner table with my mom crying, holding crumpled up tissues with black streaks of mascara on it. My dad nervous enough to say, “Your mom has stage four breast cancer.” Those words have stuck in my head clear as a bell for the last eight years. Our faces of curiosity soon turned into fear. As an eight year old I didn’t understand a lot of words grownups said, but those burning words were sharp knifes on my throat.

In September of my junior year of high school, my mom told me for the third time that she had cancer. She had spent the entire summer coughing. It was a bad summer cold or maybe a stubborn case of bronchitis. No one could seem to figure out what was causing the cough. A late summer bronchoscopy finally solved the case. It was cancer. Calmly, she reassured me on that September day, “It’s an early stage cancer. They say it’s very treatable. We’ve been down this road before.” The next nine months was a road that no one in my family had traveled. Frequent doctor visits, chemotherapy treatments, and hospitalizations became our new normal. We painstakingly watched as each round of chemo treatments devastated and weakened her. Through everything, my mom was resilient, tough, and determined to live.

Lupus Erythematosus, or Lupus, is a chronic autoimmune disease that causes the human body to attack itself. Autoimmune (meaning “self” immune) diseases result in the body being unable to distinguish between foreign threats and the body’s healthy tissues. Lupus has the potential to range from a mild aesthetic inconvenience to a life-threatening ailment. There is believed to be about five million people worldwide who are living with a form of Lupus (Ginzler & Tayar, 2015). While being a disease that transcends time, gender, age and ethnicity, significant medical progress was not made until the mid 20th century.

I cannot describe what I felt when my mom told me she had cancer. I was sad, I was scared; I did not even know if I felt anything. My mom, however, stayed positive and hopeful while I stayed quiet and seemingly apathetic. There was an obvious ironic contrast between the emotional state of me and the woman who actually had cancer.