Starting A New Chapter: Lupus

Starting A New Chapter: Lupus

Editor’s Note: Kristiana Page is the latest columnist to join the Lupus News Today team. In her new column, entitled, “The Girl Who Cried Wolf,” she explores a wide range of topics that hit home for Lupus patients. Her first post talks about her diagnosis as well as her commitment to never letting Lupus define her.

It’s a funny thing to be in your early twenties with an autoimmune disease. No one ever expects it. The assumption is that if you’re young and appear to be fit, healthy, and happy it’s not possible for you have an awful life affecting condition.

But it is — and I do.

My name is Kristiana Page. I’m a 20-year-old Australian surfer, barista, and university student; and I have Stage 4 lupus nephritis.

I’ve always been a fighter. Applying my family’s motto “never give up” to all aspects of my life, there was never a situation I didn’t believe I couldn’t ultimately and completely conquer — until they diagnosed me with lupus three months ago.

While there are a lot of unknowns in relation to my new companion lupus, there are two things they’re certain of: they don’t know what causes it and there is no complete cure.

Translation: I will live with this for the rest of my life.

I remember the day I was admitted to the emergency room and doctor after doctor came in to assess me, trying to work out what was wrong with me. To paint you a picture: I had put on 26 pounds of fluid and gone up two jean sizes in the space of about three weeks. As a whole, at least mentally, my world felt like it was not only crumbling but crashing before my very eyes as I watched utterly and completely helpless.

At the time, I was oblivious to the fact that the doctors kept coming back to the spots and rash on my face. I did not understand that those tell-tale signs would mark the start of a new chapter of my life that I won’t ever come back from.

For anyone unfamiliar with lupus, common symptoms of systemic lupus erythematous (SLE) include skin lesions and a red ‘butterfly’ shaped rash that spreads across the nose and cheeks.

You may have heard lupus referred to as the werewolf or wolf disease. This stems from these two reasons: the photosensitive red rash often gives someone with lupus a wolf-like appearance and in early France many claimed that the skin lesions looked similar to that of a wolf scratch or bite.

I’ve reference the wolf in the name of my column for two main reasons.

First, I can’t deny my love of a good play on words but more than that I’m a huge believer in creating meaning and symbols for myself. When I was first diagnosed I made all kinds of promises to myself not even knowing if I’d actually be able to keep any of them.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t let it get to me. That I would always my best to stay strong no matter how hard it tried to knock me down.

I promised myself that no matter how many heavy weighted terms and phrases — like ‘long-term chronic illness,’ ‘immunosuppressants’, or ‘remission’ — got thrown my way that lupus would never define who I was, who I am, or who I will be.

But more than anything else I promised myself that regardless of how quickly my lupus should progress even in the short-term and no matter how much it restricted what I could eat, made my joints ache, or stopped me from sleeping I would never ever let it dictate my life —  my life was mine and it would always belong to me.

I separate myself and my autoimmune disease by referring to my lupus as a “wolf,” because while it is part of my body it is not who I am and I’m determine to make sure that it never will be.

Life has dealt me a hand that many may claim is more than unfair, but I won’t spend the next forty-plus years of my life sulking over what is unable to be changed. At this point in my life there is very little that I have complete control over but attitude and perspective are solely mine and I won’t be giving them up anytime soon.

I know I won’t make it through everyday unaffected, and there will be moments where my usually ever-present smile is nowhere to be seen, but I’ll stand proud knowing that every time I could I looked that black wolf in the face and refused to give in.




I’m not backing down, I know this fight is mine and no matter how many times I fall, I will win this — just watch me.

Note: Lupus News Today is strictly a news and information website about the disease. It does not provide medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. This content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on this website. The opinions expressed in this column are not those of Lupus News Today, or its parent company, BioNews Services, and are intended to spark discussion about issues pertaining to Lupus. 

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Kristiana “Kristi” Page is a surfer, barista and university student studying an Arts/Science Degree in Philosophy/Mathematical Modelling. Living on the picturesque Bellarine Peninsula on the South-East coast of Australia, she’s deeply passionate about salt water in all forms, amazing coffee – even though she’s not allowed to drink it – and above all else traveling the world: one country at a time! Diagnosed with Stage IV: Lupus Nephritis at 20, she’s determined to not be defined by her auto-immune condition. Using writing as a medium for self-expression she hopes to share her life and journey to both raise awareness and support others in similar situations! A big believer in the concept of dialectics, she loves to share her usually unorthodox – and sometimes controversial – views with the world; and in turn have others share theirs with her. Quirky by choice, inquisitive by nature and above all else: smiling, always!

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