The doctor’s words echo through my brain. Chronic. Illness. Lupus. Won’t ever go away
As told to Rochel Samet
Nine pills a day. Starting with five over breakfast. Urghhh.
But on the plus side, I wake up on day three post diagnosis with a weird surge of energy. I guess it’s back-to-school time.
Everything still hurts, but less, so I can actually walk down the stairs. The swelling is going down. I feel strange, different.
Of course you feel different. You’re sick. You have lupus.
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