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Personal Narrative: Autoimmune Disease

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In early November of 2014, I was just 19 years old and could barely move—my life was falling apart. I had never felt so sick and helpless before, and I thought I was going to die. The many doctors’ visits ended me in the hospital that year. I was scared to death; and I did not know what my future would hold. Now, as I take a look in the mirror, I see myself better than before. While this journey has been tough, and I still encounter many challenges of lupus (an autoimmune disease); I am thankful for God’s blessing of having my family and friends by my side during hard times.
During my childhood, there was never a time I have been in a hospital. As a matter of fact, I was not even born in a hospital, but in my grandma’s house. I was always …show more content…

It looked like something unusual, and my mom suggested to have it check out by a doctor. At the clinic, a doctor saw my foot, and she diagnosed it as Lyme disease; and I was sent home with a 21-days dose of antibiotics. A couple days later, at the usual Wednesday night mid-week church service, I barely contained an agonizing pain that crept into my knee caps as they started to swell up; my knees felt like a hot potato. As the church service ended, I quickly headed to the exit door in tears—when a friend stopped me and asked me what was wrong. As she noticed my pain and tears running down my cheeks, she walked me to the door and said that she will be praying for me. Having a friend said that encouraged me to also ask God for help as I drove home that night. I did not know what was happening to me, and little did I know that this were symptoms of Lupus—my body’s immune system was attacking …show more content…

During that fall of 2014, I went multiple times to the clinic and the antibiotics that I was taking were changed several times. I had no idea that I was allergic to the several antibiotics given to me. My health got even worse after Thanksgiving; not only were my joints in pain and swollen, but I started getting painful purplish rashes that spread from my face to my toes. In addition, I could not eat anything as the days went by; I had developed so many painful blisters and sores in my mouth that it was too painful to even talk. My dad took me back to the clinic early in December; and the doctor decided that it was best to take me to the hospital. The following eight days spent in the hospital were the scariest and longest days in my life. Having my family there with me at all times made all the difference in the world to keep my spirits up. Later, I learned that Lupus was the cause of my joint pain, the swelling and even the red rash I had on my left foot; also I was diagnosed with Steven Johnson Syndrome (a rare, serious skin disorder) caused by the combination of many antibiotics that I have taken. When I got discharged the week before Christmas, I was so thankful to be able to spend time with my family—but this time at

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