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My Story: Jessica (O’ Bryan)

 

My Story: November 2011

I believe I have had Lupus for many years now. It may have started when I was travelling around Australia in 2006.  Whilst backpacking through the east coast I began to break out in severe rashes on my arms, legs and chest. Blister on top of blister would form and no amount of creams or lotions would stop the breakouts.  I then began getting very ill: severe kidney infections, stomach infections, bronchitis and sinus infections.

 It was after this episode that every time I went on a sun holiday I would have a severe reaction, breaking out in terrible rashes and being bedridden with all sorts of infections. I went to the doctor and he told me I had an allergy to the sun, I accepted this diagnosis, and over the following years I stayed pretty much clear of the sun. 

It was only in May this year that the symptoms began to get out of control. I had just bought a new home, and was studying law at night and working full time as a legal PA. Needless to say, I was extremely stressed. When my exams came around in May, I had broken out in vicious rashes on my face and all over my arms. My body slowly began to stop working, joint by joint, day by day. 

I went to the doctor for some sort of answer. What was happening to my body? And then, it all began… I had every blood test you could imagine, from Lyme disease, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Thyroid Glands to Lupus. Every test came up normal, with the exception of my nutrient levels, which were extremely low. I began to get three B12 injections a week to keep my energy levels up. Yet, each day my condition got worse.

The joints in my hands became so sore and swollen that every morning I would struggle to brush my hair. I couldn’t lift a cup of tea or open my purse. Every day my body got worse, and nobody could tell me what was happening. My hips would give way so that I couldn’t stand up properly. My neck seized completely so that I couldn’t move my head from left to right; my jaw became inflamed and blisters began to form in my throat. I would wake up in cold sweats almost every night. I was starting to get very ill very quickly. 

After months of blood tests my GP was at a loss, and he referred me to a Rheumatologist who specialises in Lupus. The Rheumatologist then sent me for further tests. After weeks of waiting I was called back to be told I had Lupus SLE.

I immediately went home and began researching this mystery condition. The internet showed people lying in hospital beds with terrible scarring on their faces. One medical advisor in New England claimed “the outlook for lupus patients is much better than it was twenty years ago or more…with improved diagnostic techniques and medications these days they can expect to live for up to ten years”. All I could think was my life is over. Ten years!!! I’m only 26, I want to get married, have children, see them grow up…No, this was not long enough for me.

 Eventually, I grew more and more curious and I began to venture back online. This time, I restricted myself to support group sites. I found The Lupus Site in the UK and The Lupus Foundation of America. The members of these sites became my allies, my best friends over the last couple of months. I began logging onto the forums and asking questions, I began talking to other Lupus patients, and everything began to get better. I found out that, with early diagnosis and the right medications, many Lupus patients can expect to live a completely normal life span. 

While I was on these sites, I saw over and over again Irish people looking for advice on Irish hospitals or just wanting to speak to Irish people with this condition. I met an Irish girl on one of the forums, who was seeking advice on her diagnosis. We began to message daily, and became a good support system for each other through our difficult days. We wondered if there were any other Irish people we could talk to about what we were going through. I went in search of a support group.  I realised quickly that there was only one site in Ireland, this one group is the only support group in this country for Lupus patients or their families. I cannot find any other information online for Lupus patients in Ireland. I cannot find any statistics for Lupus patients in Ireland. In fact I cannot find anything of much informational value for Lupus patients in Ireland. 

I realise the importance of a support system in your locality or at least in your country and there is a lack of awareness and support for people suffering with this debilitating and lonely illness. With Lupus, your health changes daily. Today I might wake up and work harder than anyone I know. Tomorrow I may not be able to walk from one end of the room to the other. That’s what Lupus is like. It can attack any part of your body at any time of the week, day or hour. By 8pm tonight I may not be able to walk up my stairs, by 8am tomorrow morning I may be able to run a marathon.

 There are days that I just need someone to understand me. As supportive as my family and friends have been, no amount of explaining will allow them to understand how I feel when I can’t get dressed in the morning, or when I am unable to walk home from the bus in the evening. I don’t always want to explain. Sometimes I just want to talk to someone who understands. 

For this reason, I set up Lupus Group Ireland. This Group is a support system for Irish people seeking advice and information on Irish hospitals, rheumatologists or just a general place to go for support and advice. I am hoping that, by spreading awareness and support through this page, I will eventually be able to set up and provide a solid support system for people with this condition. 

May 2012

I wrote that story 4 months after I was diagnosed with Lupus SLE and reading back on it now I can’t believe how much Lupus Group Ireland has grown.  It is evident that this support system was vital to people in Ireland who have suffered with this condition for months, years, decades even.

 Since this story was written I have had my ups and downs and I have learned quite a bit more about my condition.  I have had trial and error with different drugs, namely immunosuppressant drugs which suppress my immune so that my body will stop attacking my organs and joints. Sometimes the medications can make you sicker than the actual condition, another thing I have learned over the past few months.

 I have learned to deal with the overwhelming fatigue that will see me bed ridden for hours a day and the face rashes that just appear at their own will.  I have learned that I can no longer go outside in the sun with the risk of serious harm to my health, even if this means factor 50+ going to work in mid December. That is also something I have adjusted to.

 I have learned that I too have Double Stranded DNA or dsDNA which my Doctor tells me will more than likely attack my organs at some stage, whether it be 6 weeks, 6 months or 6 years, in his words “I don’t have a crystal ball, I can’t tell you when this will happen”.  I have learned that living with Lupus is like living with a temperamental friend, he will annoy the hell out of you sometimes but other times you can live with him and accept him for all his flaws.

 This is what I have learned in 10 months…I wonder what more I will learn in 10 years!!!

 Listening to the amazing accomplishments and attitudes of these girls over the last month of stories I have been bowled over.  I know if it ever got worse for me that I can do it, these girls, who are the same age as me, who live a similar life to me, who have family, friends, children, partners….they got through their bad times and do you know what…..so will I!!!

 Again THANK YOU so much to all of the amazing, beautiful and inspiring women who have all shared their brave stories. I know these stories have touched every single one of us, whether it be our family, our friends or each other, we have all accomplished something this past month….we have helped people understand what life is like Living with Lupus!!!!

 Lots of ((hugs))

 Jess x

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My Story: Ciara

It was Christmas 1999 and I was 17 years old when I began to feel very unwell.  I was vomiting and I was so weak (my haemoglobin was at 2, normal range is 12) when I was eventually admitted to hospital.  Once admitted I had to receive 8 units of blood into my system.

 The scary thing was that my treating Doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me.  They were in contact with a Doctor in St. James’ Hospital via phone when I was finally given a diagnosis of Haemolytic Anemia.

 I was eventually allowed home after 2 weeks on a high course of the dreaded steroids.  I was in total denial that I was sick. I went from being so healthy to barely being able to look in the mirror as I found the change in my body from the medication devastating. I just couldn’t believe this was happening to me.  I stopped taking my steroids most days as I couldn’t handle what they were doing to my body… that’s when I became even sicker. I began to get joint pain so severe that I couldn’t walk, there were times I had to crawl up the stairs and come down on my bum because my knees and knuckles were so inflamed and sore. I was in and out of my local hospital (Sligo) nearly every week, they were testing me on different medications but still I wasn’t right.  They admitted me to St. James’s Hospital and I was eventually let home after a week. I was still being treated with Hameolytic Anemia and still there was no sign of Lupus.

 I went for my monthly checkup in St. James’s and my usual bloods were taken.  It was at this time that the consultant said to me “You have Lupus”!! I just looked at him blankly…confused.  He then told me he was transferring me to his Wife who is a Rheumatologist in Beaumont. I have been attending her ever since.

Unfortunately two days before my leaving cert exams started in 2000 I ended up getting a clot on my lung, the thumping pain was so unbearable…still in denial I sat awake all night saying to myself “it’s just the thought of your exams”. That morning I could not stop throwing up and again I was admitted to Sligo where my test came back positive for a clot on my lung. I have been on Warfarin ever since and I will be for the rest of my life.  I was in Sligo for three weeks where I contracted shingles and meningitis. They did a lumbar puncture on me, and an MRI.  I believe all of these complications were from Lupus. 

I was allowed home on a high dose of steroids again.  I was ok until they started to try to reduce me again but my body could not tolerate it.  I kept getting kidney infections and was admitted again to Hospital.  I was admitted to Letterkenny for a week to have a kidney biopsy where I was told there was a bit of scarring on my kidney and type 2 lupus…my kidney function is now under control, thank god.

After getting the swine and flu injection in November I started going downhill in December and again I ended up with terrible headaches and vomiting, once again I was admitted to Sligo where they did scans and x-rays but nothing was showing up.  I was given Panadol for my headache but my Mum knew it was much more serious and pushed the doctors to admit me in Dublin. After days of pleading they agreed as there was nothing more they could do for me only make me comfortable.  I was admitted to Beaumont where they did an MRI straight away on my brain…they found a clot on my sinus and again I was treated for that. Thank god I didn’t have to get it removed as my Warfarin controlled my clotting levels! While still in Beaumont they decided to do a bone marrow check and again I caught an infection as there was a winter bug in the hospital at the time.  My legs and feet started to swell up, it was like a scene from the Incredible Hulk (only best way to describe it) I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk, I could barely tolerate it.  I ended up being taken to theatre and going into intensive care two days later.

The first thing I remember was not being able to feel my legs…I was told I had Septicemia (blood poisoning)…I was informed that the blisters were to be removed from both of my legs in theatre.  I was transferred down to the ward after a week and this is when the real pain began.  I had to have my raw skin cleaned every day, it was a nightmare.  I used to pass out from the pain and no amount of morphine could block it. I spent seven months in 2010 in Beaumont. I had a skin graft on my legs and I began to learn to walk and do things myself again. I had to receive infusions of platelets as my levels were dangerously low, several blood transfusions and a tube up my nose as I was unable to even eat. I was discharged to Manorhamilton Physio Hospital where I stayed for a month only being allowed home at weekends.

I have been through a lot over the years with Lupus.  I lost my dear Father and Granddad to Cancer so I never really had time to grieve or talk about my illness sometimes. I’m sure many of you have had days when you say “Why Me!!” But this illness makes us who we are…strong, determined people who will not let Lupus rule our lives.

Now I am doing well again.  I always say it took that bad spell to get me feeling good again. I am now on the lowest steroids (10mg) I’ve ever been on and I am on Imuran and blood pressure tablets and do you know what…I am feeling great.  It is the first time since I have been diagnosed that I don’t have to plan ahead, I can just get up and go!!

I just want to say thank you to Jessica for setting up this group.  It has helped me so much just reading everybody’s stories.  They are all so brave and if I got through the worst so will you guys with the loving help from family, partners and friends…..as mine tell me I’m a living miracle xx

My Story: Elaine (Griffin)

Why am I so Tired?? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for so many years. “Does everyone have these aches and pains?”…. “I don’t want to complain. This must be normal”. Soon my Secret Admirer would introduce itself.
 
 
Let me go back maybe 6 years. I wasn’t long back to work after my Maternity Leave having had my 3rd boy.He was a huge surprise to myself and my husband John as there’s an 8year age gap between Harry and little Bobby. Life was great but very busy, never really stopping to catch breath, getting on with my job, housework, shopping and general family life.
 
It wasn’t long before the aches and pains started to increase and a red itchy rash appeared over the bridge of my nose. I decided to go to my Family Doctor and fter a quick couple of questions he said that I was maybe a little run down and needed a good tonic, to take Paracetamol for the aches and pains and to use Betnovate Cream for the rash. The cream seemed to work, but as soon as I stopped applying it for a while the rash would reappear. Over the next couple of months I made several more visits to my Doctor but his advice never really changed.
 
 
It was during the Summer of 2011 that things started to really concern me. I was feeling even more tired and wanting so much to sleep during the day. My eye lids became puffy and swollen which was proceeded by a red and very itchy rash. I was a real sun worshipper but sitting out in the sun was uncomfortable and gave me headaches which I never really suffered from and I was having pain and stiffness in my right shoulder which was coming and going randomly. By now the rash on my face appeared on my left cheek and was spreading around the back of my ear causing my hair to fall out leaving behind a very big bald patch. Thankfully I have long hair and was able to disguise it.
 
 
Enough was enough I was going back to my Doctor to try and sort this out once and for all. As with most doctors they sit you down and ask you “What brought you in to see me today?” I voiced my concerns about my usual aches and pains, my rash spreading, hair loss, nausea etc etc and tried to remember all the questions that needed answers too. After a quick examination of my temperature and my knee reflexes he said that he would like to take a scraping of the rash from behind my ear. When this was done he asked me to bring it to St James Hospital to be analyzed for “Fungus” and that he would have a result for about 2/3 weeks. In the meantime he prescribed me “Lamisil” tablets to be taken one twice daily for 2 weeks.
 
Before I left the surgery I asked him about maybe seeing a Dermatologist but he said that “We should not panic, take the tablets and wait for the Labs to come back, that we should try every other avenue first”. Being my Doctor for many years I went along with his advice….3 weeks later my skin sample came back negative for “Fungus”.
 
 
John and myself had just come back from a lovely mini break in Minorca towards the end of last September, I was feeling well and re energized , but after a couple of days I noticed a slightly raised, blotchy rash on my chest, back and tops of my arms. The rash was back, I needed to get it checked out but I had, by now lost all faith in my Doctor. A good friend of John’s recommend a doctor called Lisa Fay who is a General GP but who also has a special interest in Dermatology. I made an appointment to see her the following day.
 
 
Doctor Fay was amazing, completely different in her approach to my problems and after examining my rashes she more or less thought that I could have Lupus but she needed to do some blood tests and a Biopsy to be sure. She said that I was showing many of the 11 symptoms of Lupus. I had my bloods done before leaving the surgery and would have results back in 1/2 weeks.
The following Friday I returned to Doctor Fay to have the Biopsy done. She noticed that the rash was slightly more aggressive and prescribed Betnovate cream to use and that if it got any worse to come back to her immediately. My Biopsy results were due in a few days.
 
Over that weekend I went downhill. The rash was spreading quickly and I felt so nauseous. There being no surgery on Sundays John rang the locum Doctor who came out, but he didn’t seem to know why the rash was spreading so fast and thought that perhaps it was “Something I ate”. He left after giving me an Antihistamine injection and a prescription of Augmenton tablets.
 
First thing Monday morning I was back to Doctor Fay with John. By now I was completely covered from head to toe in the rash and felt so ill. Doctor Fay said I needed to see a Dermatologist as soon as possible. Unbelievably she got me to see Dr. Nicholas Walsh in Blackrock Clinic 2 days later and in the meantime put me on 40mg of Prednisolone.
 
 
Myself and John met Dr. Nicholas Wash and immediately felt reassured and comfortable with him. He straight away confirmed Dr Fay’s diagnoses that it was indeed Lupus but that he had to do his own investigations to see what form of Lupus we were dealing with. On hearing that I was put on Lamisil.  He told me that the ingredient Terbinafine Hydrochloride may have brought my Lupus to the surface. He took me into Mt Carmel that afternoon where I had a Dexascan to check my bones a chest x-ray, numerous blood tests and 2 biopsies, one on my back and another on my cheek. I was put on 400mg of Placquenil, 40mg Pridnisolone and Elocon cream for the rash. Now all I had to do was wait for my results. On Oct 20th I found out that I had Subacute and Discoid Lupus. It was a great relief to know what it was and that at least now we could treat and control it.
 
 
Yet again I became a pin cushion when I saw my Rheumatologist Dr Frances Stafford having more blood tests and x-rays. During my next appointment her findings were that I had signs of Systemic Lupus. It was just my luck that I would have all three forms.
 
 
It is 7months down the road and I’m not doing too bad. I’ve come down from the Prednisolone [ Thank God. I hated being on them ] and now just take the Placquenil everyday and Ideos Calcium Tabs for my bones.
Sure I get days were I’m sore and tired but without the strength, love and support from my family, especially John, I may not have been able to get my head around this illness and cope in the way I have.
 
PS I would just like to say a HUGE big Thank you to the following people for their ongoing help and care.
 
Dr Lisa Fay.
 
Dr Nicholas Walsh.
 
Dr Frances Stafford.
 
Dr Jane B Maloney.

My Story: Jessica (Smith)

My name is Jessica Smith and I have Systemic Lupus…

I prefer to start it that way as opposed to being a ‘Lupus person’. For those of you that have never heard of Lupus, it can take a while to describe what type of illness it actually is. It’s nice to know that some people reading this will know what I’m going through.

I was officially diagnosed with SLE when I was 15 years old, which I was told was very young at the time. I am nearly positive that I had it for years before that without even knowing it. I am now 22 and happy in life.

My earliest memory of having Lupus was in the Gaeltacht in the summer. I bruised very easily every year I went and had that flared up butterfly rash. To be honest I thought nothing of it until things started to get worse.

The years went on in secondary school and things started to get really bad when I was about 14 years old. The pain was often unbearable. I wouldn’t be able to participate in PE with it, but still didn’t really know what it was. I’d wake up unable to move my leg or wrist. I went to the doctor a number of times…them telling me it was ‘growing pains’. Somehow I didn’t think growing pains involved not being able to bend your knees, wrists and arms.

To be honest at the time, I really had no idea that I was ‘sick’ as such. It’s not until I look back at pictures now and remember not being able to walk upstairs that I think ‘how did I think that was normal?’ You grow so accustomed to the pain that it is normal.

I got really bad chest pain too. I would be gasping short breaths to avoid the sharp jagged pain in the left side. I would remember sitting down to dinner and having to leave if a joke was told so as to avoid the pain. I woke up one night with it so bad that I went into my mother’s room crying with the pain. It broke her heart to see me in so much pain. We went straight up to the A and E and this began to become more frequent. Because it was inflammation nothing ever showed on scans. They said it was probably pluracy.

It was then suspected that the bad rash might be psoriasis. They did some tests and realised that I had a very low platelet count, explaining the bruising, low haemoglobin and a very high ESR.

I was eventually referred to a dermatologist then in 2005. They took a biopsy of the rash on my fingers and it was confirmed that I had Lupus.

I was worried as my mother looked concerned, and at that age that’s the first place you look for reassurance. This was because her cousin in America has it and she had a tough life with it. She also has a sister with rheumatoid arthritis. She didn’t want to think of me having a life of pain. The first question I asked her as we sat in the car was ‘Is it fatal?’ (Reading up on the internet would make you think it was!)

It was a scary time. I was in the middle of trying to study for my Junior Cert with lesions on my hands so bad that they would bleed. I couldn’t hold a pen properly because the pain was too bad. I had educated myself on techniques to open milk cartons, jam jars and wringing cloths. I would bandage them up and put plasters on them but it wouldn’t make a huge difference.

I managed to get through my Junior cert that year despite the pain. I was always extremely motivated, and the Lupus made me even more so.

That summer we had planned to return to Australia (where we had lived for 5 years when we were young) for a holiday. I remember my mother asking the dermatologist at the time ‘should we go’ because of the sun exposure etc. The doctor said ‘she’s been through enough’ let her have her holiday. I will never forget that holiday, not all for good reasons unfortunately. Again, looking back now I really didn’t think things were that bad. You reach a stage where the pain is so constant it’s almost numb (if that makes any sense). You just deal with it. I was also losing a lot of weight. That with the fatigue made me extremely weak. I had to walk down the stairs in the house sideways to avoid bending my knee joints. After a shower I would brush my hair onto the floor as it was falling out by the bucket load. It was almost a reflex action. You brush it out, pick it up and bin it. I actually remember being in situations where I didn’t want to put it in the bin in case someone would see it so I would just put it in a bag and sort it out when I got home. It was embarrassing.

I developed a bad rash while we were in Perth. This was new as it was all over my legs. It was so raw and angry that I couldn’t have it on show (not easy in Australian heat!). I remember asking the hotel what time the pool opened because I would need to go down to soothe it. I would lie awake all night just waiting for the pool to open. I would have to wait in our rented car on trips to avoid getting in and out of the car with my joints. Everything was such an effort. After we came home from that holiday I was referred to a rheumatologist and started my plaquenil and the usual meds for Lupus.

At this point my hair was falling out even more. I was well known in the area for my beautiful long hair right down my back, and enough for two heads. Now I had people coming up to me saying ‘would you not cut it?’ to make it look better. I had people at school telling me that it looked like rats’ tails at the end. This was a real turning point for me as my hair was something I always had pride in and my family loved it. I lost ¾ of it. I reached a time where I knew that it had to be cut.

I decided to turn it into something positive and cut it for the Lupus support group in Dublin.

Thankfully after all this pain, it did start to ease with the medication. However my chest pain still keeps up.

Where am I at present?

I completed the Junior Cert and Leaving cert. I graduated from St. Patrick’s College of Education last November with an honours degree in Primary Teaching. I am currently teaching in a Gaelscoil with a beautiful little communion class and hope to do a masters in Irish in the future.

I am happy with life but have my days. When I do have my days they are bad and I get so fed up. I am losing my hair again, in a clump at the front this time. I have to wear a small bandana to school to avoid the questions and worry. My first year in teaching has been stressful even without having Lupus, but thankfully the children put a smile on my face everyday. Thankfully when I do get down I have a wonderful family and boyfriend who support me to no end and give great hugs! My mother always said that from the day I was born she knew there was something different about me. A mother’s instinct is always true. But at least I have a lot more good days than bad.

I can honestly say as a Lupus patient, you have to learn to accept this illness. A lovely woman Susan, once told me that Lupus is a nasty disease with no respect for body, mind or soul. It’s so true…the only way to deal with the unpredictability of it is to embrace it. I never let Lupus be used as an excuse. If anything it has driven me so far in life (sometimes too far!). I have Lupus and I am proud of that. Because of Lupus I have drive. Why let it rule you when you can rule it?

‘Everything will be alright in the end, so if it’s not alright… it’s not the end!’

My Story: Anonymous

“It’s easy to forget and hard to remember”. This is what immediately came to mind when I sat down to write this story. You quickly forget what you’ve been through, not because you want to forget (well maybe a little), but because you can’t dwell on it , you have to move forward and live your life one day at a time, with the hope that tomorrow will be a good day.

My story is quite a long complex one. I’ve grown up with Lupus and it feels like it’s always been a part of my life. I’m now 33 years old and have had Lupus for 22 years.  I was around 11 years old when I became very ill with what was thought to be a type of virus. When my Mum took me to the Paediatrician, he took one look at me and didn’t even bring me into the consultation room. He told my Mum to take me home, pack a bag and bring me into the Paediatric unit in the morning as I had to be admitted. After a month in the Paediatric Unit undergoing tests, and having a couple of litres of fluid drained from each lung I was diagnosed with pleurisy and Juvenile arthritis and given medication. I can vaguely remember suffering with stiff, swollen, achy joints which would come and go intermittently. I went back to school carried on. I think children are resilient at this age and I didn’t really know the extent of my illness so I coped quite well, it was my parents who were the ones who had to come to terms that their child had a long term illness. It wasn’t until a couple of years later that I became extremely ill again, I had no energy and I was loosing weight rapidly. It was then that the butterfly rash appeared. At 13, after a number of blood tests, a lumber puncture (because of the rash and I had severe headaches they suspected meningitis) and a skin biopsy, my parents were told I had SLE (Lupus). I was referred to a Paediatric Rheumatology clinic in Dublin, and all my medications were changed. I also attended a Dermatologist, my skin was now photosensitive and I was advised to wear sun block and stay out of the sun.  I don’t really remember much of my illness during the early years; the tiredness is the main thing that sticks in my mind and my stiff swollen hands, wrists and knees especially in the winter time. I was in secondary school by now so I carried on like any other teenager going to school, studying and sitting exams. I had a very supportive family and friends and was involved in all the normal things teenagers do. Although I had some minor flares it seemed like the Lupus was pretty much under control.

I went to College in Dublin to study Speech & Language Therapy. I had a great student life like anyone else, I had flares occasionally and the fatigue which you never get used to, but with the stress of final year I had a huge flare, I was on huge doses of medication to get me through and my body finally couldn’t take anymore. At this stage I was attending an adult Rheumatologist as I was 20. I was admitted to hospital suffering from drug induced psychosis as a result of high doses of prednisolone (steroids) on top of my active Lupus. I had numerous tests including a lumbar puncture to rule out any infection of the brain. I recovered but had to take the rest of the year out of college. This was quite a difficult time for me. It was the first time that Lupus had stopped me from doing anything. I almost didn’t return for my final year but my parents and a college friend convinced me to complete the final year and I qualified as a Speech & Language Therapist. During this year I made whole new group of friends, who I am still very close to. It was through this group that I met the love of my life. So at least I can now look on this period of time in a positive way, 11 years on we’re all still great friends and I have a wonderful supportive husband.

I began working in Ireland for two years, I had minor flares and infections and I also began having aura migraines. I occasionally had to take time off work, but my colleagues were very supportive. I moved to London when I was 24. I had another major flare while living there; my lupus had started to attack my kidneys. I was admitted for a kidney biopsy and was diagnosed with Stage II Lupus Nephritis. My medications were changed as I needed a stronger immunosuppressant. I now attended a Nephrologist as well as a Rheumatologist. A new drug was being tested in America on Lupus patients which hadn’t yet been licensed in the UK. It was called Rituximab (a cancer drug originally used to treat Non-Hodgkin lymphoma). I got a patient licence and was given IV Rituximab treatment to help to control the Lupus and it worked for a period of time. My joints were also very inflamed at times. I remember I’d often wake up with my hands closed tightly shut in a fist and the pain of trying to loosen them. Something that forever sticks in my mind is being sitting on the tube in the middle of London and not being able to stand up, my other half having to pull me up and out before the doors closed.

We moved home and I was only working a short time before I suffered from Neutropenia, my immune system had been so suppressed from the medications I was on  that my neutrophils, the part of the white cells that fight infection where almost depleted from my blood. I was admitted and isolated in a Haematology ward to ensure I didn’t pick up any infections and I was given Granulocyte colony-stimulating factor (G-CSF) injections. G-CSF is a colony-stimulating factor hormone used to stimulate the bone marrow to produce neutrophils into the blood stream. Again my medication was changed as my immune system was too suppressed.  I was now having lots of mini flares and was also diagnosed with pericarditis at this time. It was difficult to find the right amount of medication to control the Lupus without suppressing my immune system too much as I was continuously suffering from infections. I was working with children with complex needs at this time.  I decided to resign from my job. I loved it but I wasn’t getting any better and I could not provide the consistent effective treatment that these children required and deserved. I was also getting married and I did not want to run the risk of not being able to get out of bed on the most important day of my life.

After I got married my Lupus continued to cause problems. I had more IV Rituximab treatment which kicked in after a few months and lasted for approximately 6 months. It was then I decided to set up my own business working independently as a Paediatric Speech and Language Therapist. I needed this to keep myself active both physically and psychologically. The Lupus unfortunately started to flare up in various different ways. The fatigue was unbelievable. It’s impossible to describe, but no amount of sleep helps. It like waking up in the morning after a full nights sleep and actually feeling more tired than when you went to bed. My skin was getting worse; apart from the butterfly rash, I was now getting ulcerations on my hands which were so bad that I had to wear cotton gloves. It was extremely painful doing simple things for myself.  I had suffered with mouth ulcers on occasion but now I had mouth ulcers so severe it was almost impossible to eat, I quickly lost a lot of weight. People wondered what kind of diet I was on; which I find quite funny as I have never really been on a diet, I called it the “mouth ulcer diet”. When you have Lupus you don’t have much control over your weight, you have a bad flare and you lose weight, afterwards you puff out from the massive steroids, which also increase your appetite causing weight gain. The fatigue also makes exercising extremely difficult, so you just have to try to eat as healthily as you can and when you have that bit of energy try to get out for a walk.  I tried another course of IV Rituximab treatment but unfortunately this time it didn’t have any effect. My lupus was becoming more and more difficult to control.

Around two years ago I started noticing twitches in my face and a strange numbness in my arm. The twitches were so sudden and without warning, that no one could see them. I began to think I was imagining it. Then one evening suddenly, it all happened together. The weakness down one arm, muscle weakness in my face and my speech was slightly slurred. It got progressively worse overnight. My husband brought me into my GP first thing in the morning, who sent me straight up to A&E in Dublin. At this stage I thought I was having a stroke, which I found out after can occur in Lupus. After an overnight on a trolley in A&E I finally got a bed in the Emergency Admissions Ward. It was then things went from bad to worse. That night I woke with my body convulsing in what only could be described as some sort of seizure. I had no control of the muscles of my face, arms and legs. As the nurses, rushed over to me it was obvious by their reaction (I was conscious throughout it all) they had never seen anything like this before. I don’t know who was more terrified, them or me. This continued the following night, and the night after. My medication had been increased but everything was just getting worse, my speech continued to deteriorate, I had difficulty swallowing and no lip seal so wasn’t able to eat or drink. As a Speech & Language Therapist my mind was racing with the different possible diagnosis. I was getting dehydrated and weaker by the hour. This was the sickest I’d ever been. It was the first time that the possibility of actually dying had ever entered my head. I was given IV fluids and muscle relaxants to help with the involuntary muscle movements. I had a number of tests and scans, including yet another lumbar puncture, MRI, EEG. It was 4 days on and we still had no answers. It wasn’t until one of the Neurologist came to observe me that we found out what was happening. I will never forget my family asking the question, “Do you have any idea what is happening?” He responded; “yes, it’s Chorea. It’s an involuntary muscle movement disorder. It’s rare, but it can occur in patients with Lupus”. We were shocked and relieved at the same time; at least someone knew what was going on. The Lupus was attacking a part of my Central Nervous System. I given a 5 day course of IV steroids and things settled down. I was extremely weak; I had lost a stone weight in a little over a week, and needed assistance with basic eating, washing and dressing. It took a while before I was able to walk unaided. I was discharged after 2 weeks. The involuntary movements continued but at least I hadn’t had another seizure. I was extremely conscious of my speech (being a speech & language therapist) and I was continuously dropping and breaking things, my hands had a mind of their own.  It took a while to recover, I was on a lot of medication for the Chorea, I still had the involuntary movements and so wasn’t comfortable driving. A huge part of my independence had been taken away. I had learned to drive at a young age and had passed my driving test first time at 18 years of age, something I’d always been very proud of. I was now relying on others for transport. I was determined to get back to normal as soon as possible. I started back to work as soon as I felt well enough and eventually became confident enough to start driving again. Everything seemed to be getting back on track.

How wrong could I be, 10 months later the little tell tale signs began to appear again. I was admitted again and spent another 2 and a half weeks in hospital, this time the symptoms were slightly different as well as my speech, my language skills were poor; I had word finding difficulties and difficulty organising my thoughts into conversation. I still had some involuntary movements but also had difficulty coordinating my movements. My movement was not automatic. In my head I had to tell my hand if I wanted to do something. Another MRI, EEG, and PET scan later, it was confirmed that it was the cerebellum, the part of the brain that controls balance and co-ordination that was being affected. I was given 3 days of IV steroids; however this wasn’t going to solve the problem. I was advised to have a 6 sessions of IV Cyclophosphamide (which is the drug that is used in chemotherapy). I knew about this drug and its side effects so I given time to think about it. This was my only option; my Lupus was aggressive and it wasn’t giving in, well neither was I. It was a long 6 months and the muscle movements and co-ordination got worse before it got better, especially after each IV session. I was so clumsy, my legs and arms would not do what I wanted them to and I was back to dropping and breaking things. My high dose of steroids even had to be increased at one point. I had severe vomiting and nausea following each session and was nauseous throughout the whole 6 months. It’s almost 6 months since I finished the treatment. I have certainly noticed a huge improvement in but if I overdo it I can see those tell tale twitches appearing. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to get back to working yet, which is difficult for me as I believe that keeping your brain and body active is extremely important in staying positive, which can be difficult when you live with lupus every day. 

The type of Lupus I have is Systemic as it can affect all the various systems of the body. After 22 years most of the systems of my body have been involved in one way or another. I’ve been on some medications since I was 13 and will probably be these for the rest of my life. If you ask me how Lupus has impacted on my life. Has it stopped me from doing the things I wanted to do? Of course it has had a huge impact on my life, it is my life, it’s a roller coaster of ups & downs, highs and lows. Of course it has sometimes stopped me from doing certain things at various stages of my life, and it is frustrating when you can’t work, have to cancel on family & friends or breaks away because I just can’t muster up the energy, but these are little things, and by now people who know me understand, they know if I could be there I would. Despite this, my life is much like many 33 year olds. To look at me, you would never think I have a long term illness. Another curse of Lupus is; you tend to look well, plus I’ve perfected the art of make-up application (I also trained part time and qualified as a beauty therapist). I have a professional qualification, my own business, and have managed to travel and see many parts of the world (despite my photosensitivity). I am very happily married, have two of the most supportive parents, a great extended family and wonderful bunch of friends, who could wish for anymore than that.

The central nervous system involvement has had the most impact on my everyday living and it has been the most difficult for me to come to terms with. However I believe that I will overcome this phase of my Lupus even if it takes longer than I had first anticipated and get back to living my life. Friends often say to me; I just don’t know how you stay so positive, (they don’t see me on the really bad days), but you have to be positive, you don’t really have a choice, you have to live your live, even if means living with Lupus. To all Lupus sufferers and everyone out there with a long term illness “Go when you can, Rest when you have to, but most importantly; Stay positive and Keep on Smiling”. Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day.

My Story: Anne Marie

When I was younger I was never that ill I used to get stomach cramps but nothing extra ordinary, so when I did begin to feel sick constantly I knew something wasn’t right.  I suppose it all began about 6 months after my leaving cert. I took a year break between school and college and was working in a furniture shop; I started getting really sore and swollen knees and just decided it was down to lifting heavy objects in the shop and being on my feet all day. This went on for a while the swelling never went down, I went to my GP got the usual blood tests done and the inflammation marker was abnormal, my GP is great if she doesn’t know what’s wrong she will tell you she doesn’t, but will find someone who does. I was then referred to a consultant in my local hospital. I didn’t think anything of it and went to two clinic appointments both times only seeing, registrars who kept looking at my nails for bumps which they never found, telling me to come back in 3 months to look again.  I decided that they didn’t know what they were doing, all I need was a bit of lifestyle change (eat healthy and a couple of multi-vitamin tablets) and id be fine so I stopped going to the clinics.

I started college the following September and everything seemed fine except I was so tired. As a college student, I was thinking I would be able to go out all night, study all day and work all weekend like most students; I would be fine that didn’t happen. I would spend 13-14 hrs in bed no problem, my friends just thought I was too tired and didn’t bother to walk to college. College work really suffered and so did the social side all I was fit to do was watch TV and sleep. I remember close to the end of the year waking up in the middle of the night and having severe aches all over my body, I blamed it on the cold house thinking I had the flu. I didn’t move from the bed for a couple of days after that. This happened to me a couple of times along with swollen fingers. One weekend my feet and hands were so swollen I couldn’t put on my work shoes and I couldn’t work. After a few weeks of swollen limbs I began to get really sharp sudden headaches with extremely achy joints, another trip to the GP took the usually bloods except this time after a day or two the GP tried to contact me she couldn’t so rang my sister and told her I need to go straight to A&E. She never really explained why, they had to do a CT scan on my brain to make sure everything was okay. I was in hospital for 2 days and they found nothing they put it down to sinusitis gave me antibiotics and sent me home. I knew I wasn’t well, I didn’t feel like me anymore. All these doctors were saying I was fine, I defiantly believed people thought I was making it up.

My mother at this stage was getting sick of no answers so we got a private appointment with the original consultant, he then diagnosed me with Rheumatoid Arthritis gave me I-brofen and sent me on my way. He also said I was at the very mild end of the scale for RA and it wouldn’t really affect me for a good few years to come. The following 3 months I ended up in A&E more times than I can remember but it was so often the nurses new my name! I was told it was severe Sinusitis, a virus, Gout, Hemochromatosis, and Swine flu all on separate occasions. In August, I couldn’t move brushing my hair and taking a shower would cause serious agony, my boyfriend or my mother would have to dress me most mornings help me down the stairs to the couch and then at night back up the stairs and ready for bed. I couldn’t work, eat or drink and could barely lift my arms. Eventually, my mother just took me to A&E, admitted me to hospital and told me I will not be leaving until they know what’s going on. At this stage I was dehydrated and completely bed ridden, I was living off Complan Vitamin drinks just to make sure I was getting some nourishment but even that was a struggle.

 I lost a stone and a half in two weeks; I couldn’t hold anything down even medication. They pumped me full of steroids and did a million tests. Eventually the consultant mentioned lupus. I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face she was horrified, she was never any good at hiding her emotions. We had heard of it but new nothing about it, he couldn’t confirm it as he said it was out of his field but he also didn’t explain what it was or how it will affect me. I was mixed with emotion, delighted I had final got a diagnosis but devastated that this was me forever and I didn’t even know what that was. I was then transferred to another consultant in another hospital. In the meantime I was on a high dose of steroids and Plaqunil until my appointment. The steroids were fantastic I felt so well I thought these were the best thing in the world, but then I began to get extremely anxious, I had really bad shakes and sleep was non-existent. Not to mention the size of my face doubled in the space of 3 months.

When I went to the consultant in November, he confirmed it was SLE. He told me and I quote “once you take the tablets you will lead a completely normal life, and do everything you want to do” which is a little stretch from the truth, in my case anyway. I continued to feel crap as I came off the steroids, so in January 2010, He decided the Plaqunil wasn’t enough and put me on Imuran as well.  Not much changed I had to take a year out of college because I had missed so much. During that year, my eyes started to swell and close up for no reason, leading to more trips to A&E and I was referred to a neurologist consultant, he couldn’t figure out what it was that caused this. My eyes continued to swell it was like a black eye without the bruise! It happened about four times in 3 months and stopped. I still to this day I don’t know why that happened.

 I went back to college in September and in November I began to get this sharp quick pain down by side and kidneys it was so awful, especially when I took a deep breath my whole body would jump and tense with the pain only making it worse. More A&E trips, I was told it was kidney stones for about 2 weeks, until my consultant was told about it and it was confirmed that the lupus was now in my kidneys, I was back on the steroids! I now had to go see a new consultant for my kidneys; I was put on new medication called Cellcept and the Plaqunil. By February last year the pain had never left I still had this dull ache all the time especially in my chest. It had now spread to my lungs I was put on steroids indefinitely and sent to a lung specialist as well. I got x-rays which showed a bit of fluid but nothing serious.  So that is now four consultants and 6 months later and still no clear idea or solution. Finally I got a C.T scan done in June 2011, of my chest showing fluid around the lungs and heart and by process of elimination they diagnosed me with shrinking lung syndrome! I had never heard of it before its rare enough and meant I was losing the capacity of my lungs. Walking or talking too fast and I was breathless, when I would lie down it would take me ages to get comfortable. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn’t catch my breath. I was in a friend’s house on a random night and I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath started to panic (which made it worse) and was taken to A&E again, the bottom section of my left lung wasn’t inhaling any air. It was the first time my friends had seen me like that and they got a fright.

The respiratory consultant wanted to start me on Cyclophosphamide, a serious chemotherapy drug that can affect your ovaries and infertile, that is where I drew the line, I just said no. They hadn’t got it right so far with all the treatment, what if they were wrong again. They were jeopardising and possible taking away the decision for me to have children, but also for my partner we have been together nearly 6 years I couldn’t decide that for him as well. I decided to try and do things naturally I gave up wheat, dairy and MSG it helped a great deal, I am trying every alternative therapy available praying something will work.

The consultants said they would see if they could explore another option so in October they put me on the list for Rutuximab, it’s a day treatment usually for Rheumatoid Arthritis but in some cases with lupus it had worked. It would be two days, two weeks apart were they would put me on a Drip line and take me off the steroids. The side effects were minimal and it seemed to offer a lot. I began the treatment in November last and in December I came off the steroids for the first time in 10 months. After both days on the treatment I was extremely irritable, I’m not sure if that was the treatment or if I was just annoyed at the situation and at myself. I had always hated taking medication, or subjecting myself to something that was un-natural. I never took drugs I never smoked and I tried to keep healthy, I disagree with health pills or diet pills, so this was going against all that I thought was right. The rutiximab was a God send my chest is not a 100% better but at least I can walk to the shop without getting breathless. I have felt the best I have ever felt in the last 6 months with more good than bad days still the odd swollen joint.

I finally thought it had started to get under control, when the protein in my urine started to increase suggesting lupus activity in my kidneys. Again the dreaded treatment of Cyclophosphamide came up again.  The only way of knowing for sure was to get a kidney biopsy done, a bit nerve wrecking but I got through it. It turned out I had type 3 lupus in my kidneys but it was inactive and the medication I was on will hold it there I dodged the bullet again!

Out of everything I have been through all the pain and stress and all emotions that came with it, without a doubt it has made me a better, stronger more defined person. They always say in your lowest points who find out who you are well I did, I also found if it wasn’t for my mother and boyfriend Kieran I would not be the person I am today, I would have given up a long time ago. It’s the main thing I am thankful, if I never got lupus I would have never realised how much they care for me and I’ll never be able to thank them the way they deserve. I am surrounded by great family and friends and a support system that can’t be beaten. I have met amazing people because of my lupus, like my first “lupie” friend Kate who has always understood when no one else did and who introduced me to this amazing group, Lupus group Ireland it gives the support and help that only people with lupus can and I would be so lonely without it.

My Story: Marian

As a teenager I was always unwell. I was tormented with swollen glands, tonsillitis, severe kidney infections, fatigue and migraines. I look back at this time and shudder; it really was a terrible time in my life. Some days I would feel on top of the world and other days I’d be so tired, if I mentioned that I was tired I’d be told to get out the door to school! Feeling like this took its toll on my body both physically and psychologically. I started to rebel against family and friends, I felt that nobody would take any notice when I told them how rough I was feeling. I was a regular visitor to my GP but he couldn’t find anything wrong with me so a lot of the time my sickness it was put down to attention seeking.

One of my lowest points was when I was in 5th year in school. There were days when I was so fatigued that I would find it hard to stay awake in class and would fall behind in my work. My friends were getting fed up with me and my family just thought that I was rebelling. It was then that I took an overdose at school. My family were devastated that I could comprehend this and thought that I was on drugs. Although I had bloods tests done nothing showed up, but then nothing shows up in regular blood tests in relation to Lupus. I was then put on anti-depressants. My school years passed and to be honest I was glad they were over; school can be hard enough without an illness added to it.

After my leaving cert I went on to study sports and recreation in Galway. This course was physically demanding. I used to be quite sore in my muscles and joints but I put it down to the type of course it was. During field sports I would fatigue quite easily but again I put this down to lack of fitness. It wasn’t until I was working as a fitness instructor that other symptoms started to appear. I would ache badly after taking a class, feel very fatigued and have headaches for days afterwards. I got so bad that I was sent to hospital to get checked over. After having a consultation with some general doctors they put it down to fibromyalgia and left it at that, no referral, no plan of action, just take some painkillers. At the time I thought they were mad I never heard of Fibromyalgia and really thought that they used it as an excuse as they didn’t know what was wrong. A few days later I was sitting on my bed after getting ready for work and my heart started to beat rapidly. I broke out into a sweat and got quite worried. In a state of panic I drove to my mum’s house, at this stage my arm started to tingle and my heart felt like it was racing. Mum thought I was having a heart attack and drove me straight to A&E. I was monitored and released later that evening with no conclusive answer to what had happened. The headaches continued and I got used to feeling well some days and not so well other days.

My diagnosis eventually came in 2006 after having a highly stressful first pregnancy. Christian my first child was born five weeks early after having a rollercoaster pregnancy. The months following his birth were hard. I was extremely fatigued, which was put down to being a first time mum. When Christian was three months old I fell pregnant, although it was a shock to myself and my husband we were delighted. However our delight was short lived as I miscarried my baby at seven weeks. I was deeply upset and felt a great loss. With a young baby I had to put my best foot forward and pick myself up.

The fatigue continued and so did the headaches. It was in March 2006 that I found a lump on my spine. I went to my GP, he put me on antibiotics and told me to come back in two weeks. Two weeks later it had gotten bigger and I had found another lump on my arm around the size of an egg. I went back to my GP and he examined my growths. He decided to refer me to a surgeon for further investigations. Within two week I had found 13 growths in various parts of my body. They were on my spine on my arms, in my breasts and in my abdomen. The surgeon took a list of all of my symptoms, fatigue, headaches, growths and feeling achy. A few days later I had two growths removed from my arm. After the surgery Dr Waldron told my husband that he hadn’t seen anything like them and could not speculate as to what they were. It was Easter week when I got a phone call from Dr Waldron. My growths were being sent to a professor who had worked in the Mayo clinic as no one could determine if they were benign or malignant. My mind started to spin and I was told that my growths were either a rare type of Lymphoma or SLE. I knew that Lymphoma was cancer and started to shake. Dr Waldron said that Lymphoma was highly treatable and had a high percentage of successful recovery. When I asked what SLE was he told me that it was complex and that he would explain both when the final result came through.

My whole family was devastated. All we could think of was Lymphoma and never thought of SLE and indeed never heard of it. After two agonising weeks I was called in see Dr Waldron. He sat myself and my husband down and told us that my result thankfully was not cancer but Lupus Panniculitis an inflammation of a deep layer of the skin. Further tests were ordered and I was referred to a Haematologist and Rheumatologist in Galway. It was explained to me that all of my symptoms were linked to Lupus and that it was incurable. I couldn’t believe that I would have to live with it forever.  While waiting to see the specialists I started to research this mystery illness. I was devastated upon learning the awful reality of living with this illness.  Lupus can cause inflammation in any part of the body, joints, brain, heart, lungs. I felt sick in my stomach.  Once my test results came back I also had Lupus anti-coagulants in my blood which they put down to be the cause of my previous miscarriage. Meeting my Rheumatologist was an anxious time. We talked through my history and all the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. I was having Lupus flares since I was a teenager, headaches, infections, muscle pains and sever fatigue. It had gone into remission for a while and re surfaced after the stress of my first pregnancy. It had got quite severe. My specific blood tests for Lupus were quite high and I was immediately started on treatment. I found it hard to deal with the fact that I was on this medication for life.

Since my diagnosis I have been to a Neurologist to treat my severe headaches and an Ophthalmologist to treat my visual complications. I was losing power in my arms and legs and had a lot of numbness followed by tingling. I had a four day stint in hospital were further tests including a lumbar puncture were carried out. I was being tested for MS as my symptoms were also overlapping with this devastating illness. Thankfully I got the all clear from MS but it meant that I needed steroid infusions to clear the inflammation that was causing the headaches and loss of movement.

Thankfully at present I am in remission but have been officially diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Again this means more medication but I have to say that this one is really making a difference to my day to day life. Everyone has their own problems but I am quite fortunate to have three beautiful children and a wonderful, supportive husband who I love so much. I try not to dwell on what the future may hold but I am confident that progress will be made on finding a cure for this illness.

Clare Recalls Lupus Heartbreak On Anniversary Of Her Sister’s Death

I am writing my story, not as a Lupus sufferer, but as a family member who had to watch my beloved sister lose her battle with Lupus and other illnesses.  One year ago today, at 8.30pm on 16th May 2011, I lost Maggie, my older sister.

Maggie was the 5th child and I was the 7th, and there were 14 years between us.  Despite the age gap we were very close, she often took me out with her friends, and when I was young she would spend all her wages on me, buying and making me new clothes every week.  She married young, at 19 and had two children.

Her life wasn’t easy though, her daughter was in a traffic accident at age 2 and was left mentally and physically disabled, then whilst their daughter was recovering in hospital, her husband left her for another woman.  She was amazing despite this, she struggled through, and fell in love with a childhood friend, married again and had two more children, another boy and girl.

The earliest memory I have of Maggie being ill was when I was a teenager.  I have this vivid memory of her coming to visit us one Sunday, as she always did with the kids, and walking along the lane with her and she was violently sick in the street.  She then suffered with kidney infections, kidney stones and gallstones for many years, having operations to blast the stones many times.  She kept all this very much to herself though and didn’t really ever complain and there were many years when she appeared to be very well and healthy.  It’s scary to think that all that time Lupus was biding its time waiting to attack her body.

I remember the day Maggie was taken into hospital vividly, 20th June 2003. She kept it very much to herself but Maggie had been suffering a lot with pains and swelling in her joints and after a visit to the Doctor he told her he thought it was Rheumatoid Arthritis and prescribed chloroquine (anti-malaria) tablets.  After starting the course of tablets she became very ill suddenly, with sickness and couldn’t even keep down water.  I think this was on the Monday or Tuesday of that week.  By Friday she was very weak and when the Doctor was called out she was told to go straight to hospital as she was severely dehydrated.  At that stage no one knew if it was just a sickness bug or whether the tablets had caused such a severe reaction.  They admitted her and tried to insert a drip, whereupon she started fitting and her heart stopped.  Thank god they revived her but she was extremely poorly and they were very concerned and uncertain what was happening to her.  It became apparent that her body organs were rapidly failing, and she was rushed to intensive care.  Saturday 21st June 2003 was my brother’s wedding.  We hadn’t told our Mum or many of the family just how poorly Maggie was.  We struggled through the ceremony and reception and then went to see her.  A lot of this time is just a blur to me now.  I remember her being so ill, her kidneys had failed and they had her hooked up to what I think was a haemopurifier, her blood being pumped out of her body, cleaned, and put back in again.  They were uncertain what was wrong with her and were simply treating her as well as they could.  They were concerned about damage to her heart and lungs and she was being monitored constantly.  Lupus was never even mentioned at this stage, they simply hadn’t a clue what had happened to her.

She battled through and was eventually moved from ICU but still spent a lot of time in hospital.  Her kidneys had failed and there also appeared to be damage to her heart and lungs.  She was put onto dialysis, suffering from infection after infection, but she was determined to be at home and with her family as much as she could.  Her youngest kids were only 5 and 9 and she didn’t want to miss anything they were doing. 

I can’t remember exactly when Lupus was diagnosed, but it seemed to be a very long time after she was home when she told me.  None of us had a clue what it was and how she came to have it.  Things really hit home when we discovered that she was unlikely to ever be eligible for a kidney transplant because her antibodies in her blood were just too high – family members were tested to be donors but there was no chance of the bloods matching.   She was called into hospital once when they thought they had a matching donor but it just wasn’t to be. 

Time passed by and I moved to Ireland with my young family. I hated leaving Maggie but I knew I was only a plane journey away and visited home many times a year.  In 2010 I went back to Manchester for the Take That concert.  My nephew collected me from the airport.  I knew Maggie was in hospital, for what I thought was yet another infection, but on the way he told me that she had been diagnosed with Breast Cancer and had had a mastectomy.  Yet another blow, but she took it in her stride, she was miraculous.  They thought she had been lucky, they’d got it in time, but just to be safe would give her Radiotherapy.

So many things happened to her over those 8 years that I simply could go on forever; she had Raynaud’s disease and had to have treatment every winter time because her hands became too painful. She was constantly cold, she lost stones in weight, had terrible skin (scleroderma) and couldn’t be out in the sun without prescribed Factor 50+ cream, her hair had thinned, she tired very easily, couldn’t eat or drink very much, had a constant hacking cough, contracted infection after infection in her ‘line’ for dialysis, but yet she struggled on and loved nothing more than going to her caravan near Prestatyn in North Wales with the kids and always found time for our large family gatherings and lunch with her friends, she amazed me that she never got depressed or self-absorbed, she worried too much about others for that.

They eventually told her that she could no longer continue with her renal dialysis after a severe infection and her ‘line’ came out of her, and she had to change to haemo dialysis, which again became even more tiring for her and she was back and forth to the hospital for that several times a week.

I still don’t know exactly what happened with Maggie – she kept so much from us so as not to hurt us or worry us. One of her last texts to me from hospital apologised for being such a hassle.  I’m so very grateful that I got to spend time with her during Easter 2011. We stayed in Wales in a caravan near hers.  She seemed so ill but I really didn’t want to admit it.  She had a bad pain in her side and I kept asking if the cancer had gone to her lungs but she said it hadn’t, but I knew she wasn’t telling me everything, I had my suspicions that it was in her liver.  They’d told her she needed chemotherapy and she had told them that she wouldn’t start it until after our Easter holiday, she was determined she wasn’t going to miss it. That’s the only time both of us had ever got upset saying goodbye.  We must have known that it would be the last time we would be together. 

I headed home to Ireland worrying about her.  She went to her first chemotherapy appointment but by the time she went for her next treatment they said her bloods weren’t  good enough to do it, she simply wasn’t well enough.  She was taken into hospital complaining of left sided chest pain, but was constantly fighting to get home to her family.  On 12th May she had a choking incident after her tablets and water went the wrong way.  At that stage the doctors were concerned about her inflammatory markers and there was a crackle at the bottom of her left lung. They started a course of antibiotics and x-rayed her which showed some slight improvement. She was stable and asking to go home so they discharged her. Her husband was very concerned for her and took her back to hospital early the next morning, by which stage she was cold, clammy and her body seemed to be going into severe shut down. An x-ray revealed pneumonia affecting both lungs and she was deteriorating rapidly.  She had sepsis and was fighting an infection known as Neutropenia (very low white blood cells) which is a known side effect of chemotherapy.  The family were told there was really not much more that they could do, that it was only a matter of time.  I sat numb at home fighting with my conscience.  I didn’t want to see her suffering like that and I knew she would hate the goodbyes but something told me I had to be there, my nephew rang and said the rest of my family had been, and I knew then I had to go.  I got a last minute flight to Manchester.  I was collected and rushed to the hospital and within 3 minutes of my sitting by her side and holding her hand she had taken her last breath.  I’d made it, she’d waited for me to say goodbye.

They held an Inquest into her death which concluded that she died from “recognised complications of necessary medical intervention”, but I know it was Lupus that took her from us. 

This past year has been the hardest I’ve gone through. We lost Dad in 1998 to lung cancer, Mum suddenly to a heart attack in 2009 and now Maggie. We’d joked that Maggie was my Second Mum after Mum going, now I don’t have her either.  She’s left behind a wonderful legacy though, amazing children and a grandson who she adored and who will never be allowed to forget her. 

Nine years ago I had no idea what Lupus was. Now I’m hearing more and more about it and I know that for the sake of future generations we need to raise awareness of Lupus. Early diagnosis is crucial. For it to baffle my sister’s Doctors for so long is absolutely shocking. If you, or anyone you know, begins showing early signs of Lupus, raise it with the Doctor immediately.

My Story: Marie

Have you ever had a dream you’re in trouble and you’re screaming out for help but no one can hear you and no one comes to rescue you? That’s what the last two years have been like for me. My body is screaming out for help and the only person who can hear it is me.

I know that a process of some kind is going on in my body. I am suffering from many Lupus like symptoms including the classic butterfly rash but my bloodwork has so far been negative. Because of this, I have not been taken seriously. I have had many brush off’s from doctors with test after test coming back clear, that my own family are doubting if Im really sick at all.

The humiliation of going into my GP’s surgery again and again, complaining of a myriad of symptoms that don’t add up and the different tests that come back normal, time after time, is soul destroying. It’s really hard to describe, as most people who find out that their tests are clear or normal are delighted to be healthy and relieved that nothing serious is going on, but I know something is wrong. I know there is some battle going on inside me and I need to know what it is. All I want is to be told what it is and be treated for it. Is that too much to ask? Every time, a test comes back normal, it just sets me back again and makes a diagnosis unreachable. I have to deal with the realisation that I’ll be suffering forever with no one believeing me and no intervention.

It would be so easy to just give up and put up with my Lupus like symptoms, but I owe my husband and children more than that. I don’t want to be sick all the time. I want to be a proper wife and mammy. I want to be able to play with my boys, take them for long walks and bring them on sun holidays! I want to renew that spark I had with my husband before I became ill, before I was too exhausted for even a cuddle or to enjoy a night out together. I want us to have fun and enjoy each other again. Im only 29 and I feel like Im 79. Why should I live my life in silent pain and suffering, while this disease progresses? Just because doctors can’t figure me out?

It all started back in September 2007. I developed my first ‘mysterious symptom’. My fingers swelled up and a rash appeared over my knuckles. I went to three different doctors but none knew what it was. I was working in a pharmacy at the time and the pharmacist suggested I go to see the local doctor there. He referred me to a consultant dermatologist. After a chest xray, bloods and a skin biopsy, she diagnosed me with Lupus Pernio. She said that it was nothing serious. That it was a type of chillblain and she prescribed me with Dermovate Ointment, a topical steroid to reduce the inflammation. After six weeks, it cleared up, just in time for my wedding in March 2008. I just got on with my life and forgot about it.

The following year in February 09, I had my second son. The birth went well with no complications. The pregnancy on the other hand had a few little hiccups. I was admitted to hospital twice in the third trimester, once with a very bad kidney infection in which keytones, protein and blood were found. Another time with a bad chest infection in that I found it hard to breath. I was not tested for lupus either time, just put on antibiotics. Also, towards the end of the pregnancy, I had to get Cytamin injections every week for a low red blood and platelet count,looking back I often wonder if these were in fact lupus flares.

In April 09, I was again admitted to hospital with suspected appendicitis. I had severe pain in my lower right side. I had woken the night before and nearly collapsed with the pain, the dizziness subsided eventually and I was able to go back to sleep. The following day, the pain was very intense, I could hardly walk. I went to my Gp and I was referred into A&E. I was admitted and had lots of tests, scans and a laproscopy. Nothing was found. It was concluded that it must have been a ruptured ovarian cyst.

Everything was fine up until March 2010. I was away for the weekend with my husband and two boys in Killarney to celebrate my husbands 30th birthday. We were travelling in the car when suddenly I started to get stabbing pains in my legs, migrating in nature. I just put it down to the long journey in the car the previous day and just thought they were muscle cramps which I had never suffered from before.

Weeks passed and the pains migrated to my arms and eventually all over. It was like having the flu but without the other common flu symptoms. The pain was intermittent and migrating in my muscles and radiating around my joints. I kept thinking I was coming down with the flu. In June of that year, I developed a red rash on my nose. This rash has never left me. The doctor put it down to rosecea and treated me with tetralysal antibiotics. The redness would improve but as soon as I stopped the course it would flare up again.

In July 10, my right eye became swollen and it felt like I had grit or dirt in in it. I presumed it was a sty, which I had never got before and I treated it with OTC eyedrops which seemed to make it worse. I could not see anything in my eye but it felt like there was something in it. This lasted a week and cleared up. Since this time, I have been getting recurring pain and discomfort in my eyes.

That same month, I felt like I had a hormonal imbalance. I just knew something was wrong with me but couldnt put my finger on it. I was getting increasingly tired for no reason and I just felt ill all the time. I also felt like I might be pregnant. I visited the nurse at my Gps surgery and she tested my thyroid and gave me a pregnancy test. Both came back negative. This feeling persisted and on the 13th August 2010, I was having what I thought to be a heavy menstrual period but I had what appeared to be a missed miscarriage.

In October 2010, I was having chronic daily headaches for over a month with episodes of disorientation and weakness. Again, I was sent into A&E. I spent the day in there having numerous tests, CT scan of the head, chest Xray, blood and urine tested, diabetes test. When they all came back normal, the female doctor on duty asked if I ‘felt low’ as in was I depressed? My reply was, ‘Would you be the happiest person in the world if you were in pain all the time?’ She told me that depression can manifest itself as physical pain. I left the hospital feeling embarrassed, extremely frustrated and seriously doubting myself. I told myself that it must be all in my head and the series of symptoms must be unrelated. My family started to think I was a bit of a hypochondriac aswell, they never admitted it but I knew what they were thinking…that I couldnt be too sick if nothing was showing up in any tests.

I basically ignored my symptoms all through Xmas ’10 and the New year of 2011. I kept telling myself that it must be psychological. I felt like I was going mad inside. In February 2011, I had a bad flare. I came down with ‘the flu’ again, with achiness all over, fatigue, headaches, fever, my fingers swelled up after 3 years of remission. I developed very painful hips and my jaw was very stiff and sore. I had an ‘episode’ again of disorientation and weakness. I began to experience numbess, pins and needles, vibrations and strong muscle twitches. I started to notice that I could not open jars as easily, my wrists and hands felt stiff and sore. My muscles would tire very easily. I could not keep my arms above my head while blowdrying my hair. I would get a feeling of lactic acid in my muscles after minimum activity. I also started to experience short term memory loss which was freaking me out. I would forget what I was talking about mid sentence, I kept forgetting what I was doing or what I was looking for. I felt like I couldn’t function properly.

I was so disheartened from my last experience at the hospital, that I did’nt go to see my doctor. I just put up with it. I improved eventually and I was doing ok up until May when the same symptoms reappeared. This time I went to my Gp as the hip pain was so bad I needed pain relief for it. He took one look at my swollen hands and red nose and said he was going to test me for Lupus. I thought, ‘Thank God. This hell will finally be over and Ill be treated for whatever it is I have’. A week later, the results came back and they were all annoyingly normal. I felt so bewildered and confused….How could all these things be happening to my body with nothing showing up in my blood?

The Gp told me I was ‘a bit of a mystery’ and referred me to a rheumatologist. The rheumatologist that he originally referred me to was not covered by my health insurance. So I stupidly picked a name out of a hat, so to speak…I just picked a name off the Quinn list for participating consultants in my area. I received an appointment to see him on the following 5th August ’11.

In June 2011, I went on a family holiday to France with my family. After two days of being out in the sun I came out in a horrible rash across my nose and cheeks, identical to a Lupus butterfly rash. My arms, legs, and chest came out in little red non itchy dots under the skin. Along with that, the usual pains and exhaustion appeared. I spent most of that week in bed and my holiday was ruined. This facial rash has since come and gone, sometimes lasting days at a time, other times just flaring up after a glass of wine, a hot shower, or excercise and lasting an hour before disappearing again. I also gradually developed an intolerence for alcohol, anymore than two or three drinks and I will be physically sick and it will trigger a flare of symptoms.

I went to see this private rheumatologist on 5th August, I was so apprehensive and nervous going into him, I was expecting so much. I needed answers and I presumed I was going to get them. I needed closure…even if it was Lupus or something similiar, I needed to know. The Gp had sent in my blood test results that he took 3 mths previously. Unfortunately for me, this man was the most obnoxious, insensitive man I have ever encountered. I spent about 10 -15 minutes in his company. He gave me a physical exam, checked my joints and performed the tender point test for fibromyalgia. He then performed the Schirmer test to check for dry eyes. This test came back positive but the tender point test was negative and he said that he could not find any visible inflammation in my joints.

I showed him photos of my previous facial rash and some of my finger swellings. He brushed this off, saying that many illnesses can cause those rashes… rosecea for my face and he was sticking with the chillblains diagnosis that I told him of with my hands. He said that I ‘probably’ have Sjogrens syndrome, as my eyes were dry and I had joint and muscle pain. He didnt tell me what this Sjogrens syndrome was. I asked was it autoimmune. He said yes, that its basically just dry eyes but can cause some of the symptoms Im having. He commented on my cold discoloured hands, after we shook hands and told me to ‘wear gloves’. He said that my symptoms could be unrelated, different things going on at same time. I disagreed with this and said that I felt it may be Lupus as I had many similiar symptoms. This is where I put my foot in it. He basically laughed at me and told me that it definately was’nt Lupus because my bloods were negative (ANA and FBC).

He seemed so confident about it that I accepted this. He prescribed me with eye drops and anti inflammatories and sent me on my way, with no talk of a further check up or future treatment. I went home and looked up Sjogrens syndrome and saw that its actually a bigger deal than he was making out. It is also a chronic systemic inflammatory condition related to lupus. Its sometimes referred to a kissing cousin of Lupus. He sent out a letter to my Gp suggesting that he takes me with a ‘conservative approach’ and to treat me symptomatically. Yet he still diagnosed me with Sjogrens Syndrome and Raynauds Phenomenon. When the letter came in, I asked for a copy. After reading how this man was brushing off my symptoms to my Gp, I was infuriated. I rang his office and the receptionist told me to come in to see him again free of charge to sort things out. The following day, I went back to his clinic, I brought my Mum with me for some support.

Again, he stood by his decision that I definately did not have Lupus. I asked for him to retake my bloods again just to be sure. He said there was no need. I had to practically beg him and he wrote a referral to get some bloods done at the pathology dept of the hospital across the road. Again, I left in tears and my Mum agreed that he was a very abrupt insensitive man with a really bad attitude. Apparently, he rang my Gp after this to complain about me!!!

We were in a rush home to collect my son from school so I left getting the bloods done until another day. I asked my Gp if he could do them, to save me travelling the 40 minutes back into the city and he said he would. So the following week, I saw the nurse who again took what I thought was what was on the referral paper from rheumy. The anti DNA, ENA, CRP and a few other things were left out because they could not do them from the surgery,( after Gp telling me he could.) I had another week of suspense and uncertainty while waiting for the results. I rang the surgery the following Friday and she told me that everything was normal. She said…’Now isnt that great, its nothing serious!’. As if to say, Theres nothing wrong with you, just get on with it!’ I know this sounds weird, but I spent 2 days crying over this. I could not understand it. It was like my body was playing cruel tricks on me. My whole life was taken over with this horrible mystery illness, affecting my family life and my ability to function normally. I felt so powerless, so bitter and so very alone. My bloodwork was making a liar out of me! I later got a copy of these results and the only thing that was questionable was my RBC which was just above borderline.

I felt like I was driving myself into a depression. I was constantly searching, looking for answers and trying to fit the pieces of this diagnostic jigsaw puzzle together, into one piece, but everytime I got to the last few pieces, it fell apart again and I would have to start all over from scratch. My symptoms were so vague and seemed so unspecific. I desperately wanted my family and friends to believe me. I felt like I had to prove myself all the time and that I had to fight with everyone…family, friends, doctors, consultants…to try and prove how I felt inside. My family now know that something is wrong. They can now see visible symptoms…the rashes etc. My husband, parents and parents in law, have been very supportive.

I visited my dentist because the stiffness and pain in my jaw was getting worse and I was grinding my teeth alot. He disagreed with the Sjogrens diagnoses as I was producing plenty of saliva and he said that I was the youngest person he had ever heard of to be diagnosed with primary Sjogrens. He took an xray of my jaw and told me that all the lining of my jaw was inflamed and that there was evidence of TMJ disorder (which can happen in lupus). He asked what rheumatologist I went to and when he heard who, he said that he has only heard negative things about him. I have since heard the same from a doctor and a nurse. My dentist urged me to get a second opinion.

On a last resort attempt, I changed doctors, as I thought I was not being taken seriously since my blood results were still normal. I returned to my childhood Gp, where my Mum works as a receptionist, over an hour away. I told this Gp all my symptoms and showed him the photos of my rashes. He said that my symptoms certainly point to SLE or another similiar inflammatory process. He said that it doesnt always show up in the bloods, that it’s rare, but it can happen. He said in some people it takes a while to show in the bloods. He suggested that I would have to get a second opinion from another rheumatologist.

I went to see the second rheumatologist on 20th December 2011 and it turned out to be even worse than the first appointment. This man, although had a more pleasent bedside manner, also did not take me seriously. When I first told him what was happening with me and after he examined me he said your symptoms suggest Lupus and went on to tell me what Lupus was. But then he looked at the copy of my blood results and said ‘actually, it couldnt be lupus because your ANA is negative’. I thought ‘here we go again’. He said I do have Raynauds and theres a possiblitity of Sjogrens or fibromyalgia but Lupus was out of the equation because of negative ANA. He said he would request a copy of the biopsy that was taken on my fingers back in 2008 and would get back to me.

He wrote to my GP relaying the same and suggested that my bloods be done again to check for anti-DNA, ENA, inflammatory markers etc. My GP took my bloods in the New year of 2012 and sent them off to the Lab. Three weeks passed and we didnt hear anything from them. They sent out two results, the ANA and RF which were both negative. We waited another few weeks and the nurse at the surgery rang the lab to find out what the delay was with the results on the other bloods to be told that they did not do them as its protocol when the ANA is negative, not to do the rest. I got onto the rheumatologist to tell him this and his secretary said that there’s not much he could do about it but that he will get back to me when he hears from the dermatologist who did my biopsy in 08.

I was at my parents house at the time and after this phonecall I was very upset again as I was not being taken seriously. So my Dad rang his clinic and left a message for him to ring me as soon as possible, that he was seeing me suffer with these symptoms and something had to be done as I needed treatment and this was the reason why I was spending alot of money that I didnt have to go privately. He rang me back within the hour! Told me to come to the hospital in Cork and get my bloods done again. So the following week I travelled to the CUH and my bloods were redone. Two weeks later, I rang for the results to be told that these particular bloods were not done again as the lab again refused to do them because ANA was negative! He told me that there was nothing he could do about this but offered to put me on steroids. I declined as steroids were the last resort for me. While these steroids might have helped, I wanted the condition to be treated, not masked.

I took matters into my own hands and asked my GP to refer me to a skin specialist who on seeing my photos of face rash told me I had Lupus. I told him about the negative ANA and how impossible it was to get a proper diagnoses and he said that its possible to still have it, that bloods dont always tell the full picture. He looked at my hands and he told me that I definately have a connective tissue disease as I had lupus chillblains, inflamed nail beds and visible nail cappillaries. I asked him if I could have a biopsy on my face to see if anything would show up and he said that there was no need that he could tell me it was lupus by looking at the photo. But I insisted as I needed some clinical proof. He warned me that it would probably come back inconclusive as it was not present on the day but we went ahead with it and low and behold, it came back inconclusive. But he still insisted that I had lupus. He took my photos to a Dermatology medical conference in Killarney and used my photos for his case study. A leading specialist dermatologist from Oxford University, but who also does multi disciplinary clinics with haematologist and rheumatologists suggested that I have whats known as ‘Incomplete Lupus’, that my antibodies have yet to turn positive but that they will eventually turn positive and that I will develop full SLE. She suggested that I could have a Lupus/Sjogrens overlap. She said that she often sees patients in her line of work who are symptomatic but who’s bloods do not reveal the lupus until much later. She agreed that I needed treatment and for me to begin Plaquneil and to avoid steroids, due to the undesirable side effects, as I had no major organ involvement.

So this skin specialist who is such a caring genuine man, and who did all this in his own time (I saw him publicly) rang me to tell me this and to take it that I have it. He said that he was unable to prescribe me the plaq as he is not a consultant but to tel the rheumatologist what this lady said and to ask if he will prescribe it to me. When I rang the rheumatologist to tell him this, he was very put out. He said that there is nothing there to suggest systemic involvement in my bloodwork and if this lady is diagnosing me, then she can treat me. I told my skin specialist this and he agreed that it sounded like the rheumatologists nose was out of joint because I went to someone else. He then referred me to another dermatologist who specialises in connective tissue diseases to confirm this diagnoses and to prescribe me plaquenil to treat my symptoms. Im waiting on an appointment date to see this man but Im hoping to finally start treatment as soon as I see him. He (the skin specialist) was the only medical professional to believe me and not treat me like a neurotic hypochondriac, Ill always be grateful to him for that.

While all this was going on, around April or May of last year, I had begun to do alot of research. I joined a Lupus Support Group in the UK called The Lupus Site. Here I found like minded people, going through the very same things I was. I realised that what I was experiencing had a name and that I was’nt going mad. I could relate so much to everything. Some of the posts were as if I had wrote them myself. Here the members told me that I did not need to have a positive ANA to get a diagnosis and that many lupus patients on thier site and throughout the world have a negative ANA. I discovered that in some people the blood takes a while to show up disease activity and that in some people, the ANA can be negative and the anti Ro and La antibodies can be positive causing a rarer form of Lupus called ‘Ro Lupus’. These antibodies have never been tested. Members told me that I should pioneer on, as I know my own body the best and I know that something is not right. I ordered some Lupus books from Amazon and educated myself on the disease. I never related so much to something in my life as much as the symptoms and stories in those books.

I wrote an email to the London Lupus Centre explaining my symptoms, the problem of getting a diagnosis and i attached my photos and asked for some guidance on where to go or what to do next. The head of the centre wrote back to me, a Professor Graham Hughes, who came across as such a lovely man and Im so honoured that he took the time to reply to me himself. His reply was as follows:

Dear Mrs ****

 

Thank you very much for your email. I must say the clinical picture you have given to me is something that we see very commonly. The combination of clinical features strongly suggest an autoimmune problem (Sjogrens) and as you probably already know, tests can be negative. (I hope incidentally that the tests include ENA and anticardiolipin). Obviously I would be very happy for you to be seen here in our Lupus Centre, but I do realise that this is a major undertaking. If you feel that this would be helpful, please do not hesitate to ring our secretaries on 020 7234 2155.

With kind regards

Yours sincerely

Professor Graham Hughes

Head of The London Lupus Centre

I did not have the tests he mentioned (ENA and anticardiolipin) as the labs refused to do these because of the initial negative ANA. But he mentions Sjogrens too, which is an auto immune problem and related to Lupus. I also found it very encouraging that he added that bloods can be negative. This is a world leading specialist in Lupus, Sjogrens and other auto immune conditions. Whether its Sjogrens, Lupus or both, they are all treated the same. I need treatment and plaquenil seems to be the way to go. But I dont understand why I have had to fight for the last two years to get treatment and for me to be treated like a mad woman in the process.

I met some very special people through all this, whom I became friendly with. I met Jessica (the founder of Lupus Group Ireland) through The Lupus Site. We had so much in common and she was a great source of support. We became facebook friends and kept in contact. We were able to vent to each other and I asked Jess questions and advice on getting a diagnosis. Jess then had an idea to set up a facebook page to raise awareness for Lupus as there was no information or resources in Ireland for us. While The Lupus Site was great and very informative, we both agreed that we wanted to meet other Irish Lupus sufferers and to provide somewhere where we could all go for support and recommedations about Irish rheumatologists etc. It was through Jess, that I met Rebekah, another inspirational Lupus sufferer and through the facebook Lupus awareness page, that I met all the other lovely girls on ‘Lupus Group Ireland’ support group. I have never met Jess in person, but I feel like I know her all my life. I am getting to know the other girls very well too. They are all strong, independent and inspiring women. Recently, we have two new male members who are also very inspiring and courageous people.We all hope to meet in the summer. Im confident that we will all stay friends for many years to come. So there is something positive to come out of all this! :)

If you are reading this and you are here because someone close to you suspects that they may have Lupus, please listen to what they say and dont dismiss their symptoms. A sick person needs to know that they are believed and supported. If you think you may have Lupus, but your blood results are normal, keep looking for answers, you owe your body that much. Never give up the fight because you know your body better than any doctor. If you’re a Lupus sufferer, you’ll understand.

Im hoping by the time you read this, I will have my concrete diagnosis and treatment. Im sick of being sick and so very tired from having to fight my way to a diagnosis. As Ive already mentioned, this illness is affecting my whole life and I cannot go on like this, without knowing what it is. I don’t like the person I’m becoming because of it. I’m always searching, looking for answers, trying to figure out whats going on. I’ve become withdrawn, unsociable, irritable, angry and bitter. It’ s the ‘not knowing’ thats the worst. It’s the feeling that no one understands me, even those closest to me.

I want to help raise awareness for Lupus in Ireland, especially for ANA negative Lupus and other auto immune sufferers. I don’t want others to have to go through what I have. The public and even the medical field need to be updated on Lupus and its many symptoms. Along with Jess and all the girls, we hope to have a strong support network in Ireland for Lupus sufferers and their families. We hope to continue our campaign to have Lupus added to the Long Term Illness Scheme, as it is a long term illness and has every right to be there.

All my symptoms are recurring and are getting more progressive as time passes. Im confident that its Lupus/Sjogrens or a similiar condition. There are just too many coincidences for it not to be. Once I have my concrete diagnoses, I will accept it and hopefully be able to close the book on this chapter of my life and start afresh with treatment and recognition.

Butterfly hugs and kisses to you all…..and remember never give up!

Snowflakes: Shellie and Patricia’s Story

Hi everyone, these are two very special stories from two very special ladies in the Group.  I found something Shellie said to me so interesting that I had to put it up.  She said “people with Lupus are like Snowflakes, no two are alike”… I thought that was lovely, so here we have two different stories from two of our very own snowflakes.

 

Shellie’s Story

 When I was younger I used to have to pull ‘sickies’ to get out of school because I was never genuinely sick. Even as I got older, the only time I was sick was when I had a belly full of beer.

 Throughout my two pregnancies I only had one day of morning sickness. So imagine my surprise when one night in early October 2011, I was struck with sharp shoulder pains and an extreme shortness of breath. I was in and out of hospital trying to get some answers and I was told it was asthma, emphysema and pneumonia. At one stage I was convinced it was all in my head because none of these medicines or inhalers were making me feel any better. However one of the doctors in the hospital obviously thought there was something more sinister as he called me back in and after three days of tests I was diagnosed with Lupus. I didn’t have a clue what Lupus was and I committed the ultimate sin….I went on Google!

 By the time I was finished reading I convinced myself I only had between 5 and 7 years to live. I cried a lot in the first few weeks as I pictured my partner and children without me. However, it didn’t take me long to realise that I had all of these wonderful people in my life and I didn’t need to feel scared.

 Today I am a lot more positive and I have a wonderful relationship with my doctors and rheumatologist, it is great to know that they are trying their best to help keep me as comfortable as possible.

Sure I still have my bad days but I look at my babies and the amazing people I have around me and I am just glad I am here to share in their lives.

 

Patricia’s Story 

 I am currently a stay at home mom living with lupus. I was diagnosed in February 2010 at the age of 27.

In September 2008 I gave birth to my second child and after my first night at home with the baby I woke up and literally could not move. Pain swept across my abdominal whenever I did move but despite the pain I told myself to move, to get up as I had to get up to check on the baby.  This took all of my strength to do as my body was so stiff.

I was ok during the day but the pain would hit me every time I sat down and I would struggle to get back up. As the weeks went on the joint pain became increasing painful and increasingly annoying. I visited my GP on a regular basis, weekly and monthly, it was exhausting convincing them that there was something very wrong with me.

 At first my GP sent me to physiotherapy, which I went to for weeks. I used to come home in agony.  I told the physiotherapist that I was feeling much better because I couldn’t take the pain anymore. Another month or two went by and I was still the same.  I ended up getting very depressed and went to my GP who told me I had post natal depression.  I went back to her with regular checkups for depression but still the pain was there. I would go for walks to try to pull myself out of the depression. It was on one of these walks that my ankles felt like they were going to fall off, I actually cried because the pain was so severe.  I thought I wouldn’t get home.

 I made another appointment with the GP. She thought I had arthritis, took blood tests and made me an appointment to see a rheumatologist. I got my appointment in February 2010 and 17 months after I gave birth to Isabelle I was finally diagnosed with lupus. At last…I wasn’t going mad, there was actually a name I could put on it….Lupus!!! 

 Lupus is emotional as it is physical. My husband is a great support but it is also a very lonely disease that is until I found Lupus Group Ireland on Facebook.  They are my support and I feel like we are all in this together. They are inspirational people with a great sense of humour and do you know what?! I love them to bits!!!

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