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“Isn’t that a character from Harry Potter?” 


          10 Lessons from my 10 Years with Lupus



          Niamh O’Kane

          1. enjoy the common cold           realise in the following years that  attending concerts, while I sat indoors
                                             equipping yourself with knowledge,  grappling with my new identity. However,
          I jest, of course. Nobody enjoys drowning  donning information as your armour and  looking back a decade later, I realise that
          in their own mucus or coughing until their  evidence your weapon, is the first step in  while I didn’t attend my maths exam, I did
          ribs ache. However, for a disease ninja,  understanding, and defeating, the monster  return to school. I wasn’t able to go
          there is a strange pleasure in the cold.  you’re up against.           banana boating, but my friends could visit
          There is a pleasure in showing an                                      in the comfort of my own home. I am more
          observable and undisputable badge of  3. look for the good             aware now than ever of how incredibly
          sickness to the world. The symptoms of                                 lucky I was to receive a relatively quick
          lupus do not always present themselves so  The young girl with lupus was inevitably  diagnosis of a manageable condition; and
          clearly, and the sneakiest of them all?  somewhat of an attraction in the
          Fatigue. It is hard to explain what lupus  Rheumatology ward, a corridor with mostly  on days where I allow self-pity to creep in,
          fatigue is like, especially because  older adults, but I was lucky enough to get  I think of those battling worse demons, and
          everyone experiences tiredness. For a  a private room on this ward, it even had  for them I count my blessings.
          second, imagine you’ve had a long day at  its own ensuite! Kindness spread its fingers  5. You can’t pour from an empty cup
          work, went to the gym, maybe went out  over every corner of this room. A 23-year-
          dancing with friends. You get home, kick  old patient in for a day procedure on his  I was involved in helping run a summer
          off your shoes and walk to your bedroom.  knee had remarked to his bed neighbours  club for young children from my teens to
          You know that feeling just before you get  “I must be the youngest one here!” and  early twenties. It was always an intense
          into bed? Where your head aches for a  they sent him my direction; he knocked on  two weeks,
          pillow underneath, your legs and feet are  my door, introduced himself, and offered  starting at
          buzzing with the success of a busy day,  me his portable DVD player. The cleaner  9am and often
          and your mind is desperate to shut off for  saw me watching Family Guy and stopped  not finishing
          the night. Now imagine you feel like this  to chat about his favourite episode. The  until 11pm. It
          after waking up, and no matter how deep  catering staff offered me seconds when  would be this
          the coffee cup, how big the energy drink,  they saw my appetite returning. The junior  club which
          or how long the nap, you still feel the  doctor offered me his phone to watch  would deliver
          same. This is lupus fatigue, it is not always  Father Ted. I was too sick, and frankly too  my first
          visible, but it is always there. Explaining  frightened, to socialise with those outside  difficult lesson
          this is so incredibly difficult, that it is  my lovely little private cocoon, but on my  on burnout; I’d
          sometimes easier to have the cold.  last day when I wheeled homeward-bound  give it my all
                                             down the corridor, I received a wealth of  in the first few
          2. Knowledge is power              warm wishes, smiles and waves from the  days, then     July 2014:
          May 2009. The registrar swings into my  dozens of strangers who had been rooting  slow to the  Summer club leader
          hospital room, “good news!” I had been  for me, unseen, from behind my walls. Two  point of exhaustion in the latter end of the
          with them for two weeks before they said  years later I would visit the same hospital,  week. One year, my team sat me down
          the word. Lupus. Six months prior, I was  only to discover that the room I occupied  and insisted that I take the Wednesday
          told I had growing pains, then post-viral  was - and always had been - in use as a  morning off to sleep. I fought with them
          arthritis, and finally rheumatoid arthritis,  storage room. The nurses had cleared it  and lost. My friends could see my limits
          but this word was new. “Lupus? Like  out for the young girl with lupus.    more clearly than I could, which I detested,
          Professor Lupin? As in werewolf?” So at                                but they fought with me because they
          least I wasn’t                     4. Count your blessings             cared. Everyone on earth has limitations,
          starting from                      I was 15. In the weeks prior to hospitali-  some more than others, and recognising
          nothing. I                         sation, I was due to sit my GCSE maths.  them is not weak. It can be especially
          always had an                      My teacher called the house on the  difficult when you face limitations you
          interest in                        morning of the exam and my mum spoke  didn’t have last week or last year, but
          medicine, and                      with her. When she returned to my   owning them can make all the difference
          was chuffed                        bedroom she would tell me that my maths  to your physical wellbeing and your mind.
          with having                        teacher was terribly upset by the news of  To this day, and on the most difficult days,
          diagnosed                          my illness. I recall finding it strange,  I remember the kindness with which my
          myself with                        because I just thought it was a blip. I  friends stood their ground and try to show
          rheumatoid                         imagined that my tiredness would soon  even half of that kindness to myself.
          arthritis before                   abate, that I would quickly regain
          seeing the         May 2009:       appetite, or stand up and walk to the  6. move the goalposts
          Rheumatologist, Week 3 of my hospital stay  bathroom unassisted. As time went on and I  Medicine was the goal, but as my A-levels
          but it was clearly time to do some fresh  entered and exited hospitals, I would  approached, I struggled more than most.
          research. I would never forget the  begin my regimen of medication and read  Attending a full school day was draining,
          excitement in my registrar’s voice when he  all the literature I could find, and as the  and I would have very little left to give in
          sat with me and explained my diagnosis,  reality of my situation became clearer, so  the evenings. The blinkers were on, and
                                                           268C unfair! My friends
          something I found peculiar. How was this  did the anger. How           medicine was all I saw. So, when I fell a
          news anything but bad? I would come to  spent the summer banana-boating and  grade short in Chemistry, my world came
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