Mindful of My Mortality

Mindful of My Mortality

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When the doctor told me back in 2016 that I would be battling lupus, the first question I asked him was if I was going to die. In the ’80s, I had a cousin die of lupus. They had no clue what she had until they autopsied her body, and found that her kidneys had shrunk to the size of raisins. This was all I knew about lupus. He told me that he was going to make sure that didn’t happen and that I needed to expect my first round of meds to take a while to kick in, but that it would help make things better.

When my cousin had her battle, she went from being a curvy woman to weighing in the 90-pound range when she finally succumbed to this disease. (I started off curvy and at my lowest weight, I was 109 lbs.) But the major difference is that doctors diagnosed me before death. At the time, I foolishly thought that getting medication for the disease meant I could go back to a “normal” life. I thought it would work like headache medicine: You take it, the headache goes away, and you go about your day. I certainly never thought it could kill me while I was still medicated because, well, I’m medicated, and that is supposed to stop lupus from beating my insides up … isn’t it?

Needless to say, I learned that what I thought was real and what was truly real were as different as night and day. I then decided that I would do all I could to live. Lupus could claim my life, but I would not allow that. I did everything I felt was humanly possible to give myself a fighting chance, including moving to a foreign country where the healthcare is more affordable and of a higher quality than in the United States. It also helps that they have a higher track record for diagnosis as well, allowing them to treat people sooner. I arrived at my new home, and before the first week was up, I had the opportunity to test the healthcare by being hospitalized for five days. Every fiber of my being was just of the mindset that lupus, no matter what, was going to spare my life and I would die of old age. Now, from this point forward, things have changed just a hair for me.

Many who know me know I am a fighter, and I will continue to be, but I have had a little change of heart on a few things recently. Currently, as I type this, it hurts to take a deep breath. Some days, it is a task just to swallow water, and yawning feels like my body has gotten out the dullest knife and is trying to stab me to death. A recent trip to the ER revealed lung issues. I spent eight days in the hospital last year with swollen lungs. This year, there were more lung issues. Then my follow-up visit with my primary doctor changed everything.

Another issue I have with lupus is it has caused my body to stop producing blood platelets, and he revealed a person could live for 10 years without producing sufficient platelets. Hearing this, I finally started accepting that lupus could, in fact, kill me through a back door.

Within a few weeks of that news, the internet went all abuzz about eight lives lost to lupus in just one week. This devastated me especially when I learned that some were because of lung issues. I have started making arrangements to get closer to my children in the U.S. I’m not giving up on living; I’m just finally accepting the possibility that I won’t. When I shared the doctor’s attempt at making me feel better with this 10-year news, my family did not like what he had to say. It may sound bad, but I found it a relief. While I want to live, I am OK if I don’t. I just want to make sure to love on my family, so they never have to wonder how I felt. But I don’t want to continue for another 30 or 40 years with the pains I am feeling so frequently now. I’m OK with dying because I have lived well.

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3 comments

    • Kellie McRae says:

      Hi Liza, I know its scary when we are faced with the idea that this thing could take us out but I want to help above all. Sometimes the anxiety and panic will creep up but the thing I remind myself is no matter if you are healthy or battling, we have to do our best to live our best lives while we are here because not even healthy people are going to live forever (I hope that doesn’t sound morbid) but once I accept that there is nothing I can do and even if I were healthy, eventually we will all say our final goodbyes, it really just makes me live harder. I am more determined to truly enjoy the moments that I have the energy to do fun things and spend time with people I enjoy. I hope this will help you when those panic attacks come.

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