Each time I learn of a warrior’s death, I get depressed. It doesn’t matter if I only just learned of them at the time of the announcement. I feel an overwhelming loss. The deaths of young people affect me even more. I wonder if they would be happy their suffering ended or if they would feel shortchanged because they didn’t get a long life.
Recently, a popular lupus warrior who shared her journey on YouTube passed away. Then, just a few short weeks later, my managing editor here at Lupus News Today, Serena Lawrence, passed. (She had pulmonaryveno-occlusive disease.) She was only 30. My daughter recently turned 28, and I think about the things she is doing with her life, and I get truly sad. We know we will eventually take the last breath, but I don’t want to know that at 30, someone had fought long and hard, and now they are gone. We say they are gone too soon, but I suppose they went when they were supposed to. It doesn’t hurt any less.
I am in touch with all kinds of strangers who share their stories. Stories of battles, of loved ones’ struggles, and of loved ones lost. I feel so heavy when they share. Sometimes, I even feel guilty. I look at what they deal with and think my hardships aren’t as intense. But then I have to remind myself that it’s not comparable. They have their struggles and I have mine, and neither is worse or more important.
Earlier this year, eight lupus warriors passed within the same week. I sobbed uncontrollably as if these were friends of mine. My life has sidetracked; some days I feel the rug has been pulled from underneath me and just taking a breath takes effort. That last part is real but I was speaking metaphorically. I am in touch with young women doing dialysis while building young families and women on supplemental oxygen, many with a revolving door at the hospital.
I hurt when I see these things, and so I do my best to pump laughter and positivity into their days. I have become known as a joy junkie — it’s my way of coping, but on some days, the laughter stops. Some days I curl up and cry. What I find most interesting is that I never question why I got ill. However, when a 30-year-old loses her life, I wonder. I find myself asking what that person’s dreams were beyond survival. Did they want children? To travel the world? I have always done what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. When I go, I will have no regrets. I wonder if those who have passed felt the same way. Did they leave with things that they only wished they could do?
I know it’s no good to wonder these things, but I can’t pretend that these losses of people I hardly knew don’t bother me, give me pause, and sometimes cause uncontrollable crying. Someone recently asked if I’d given up after sharing these feelings. I have not given up, but I do want people to know that if I go, I wanted to travel the world, see what my children would be like as adults, live abroad, and make my living solely online. Mission accomplished.
If I go, don’t cry uncontrollable tears thinking I went too soon. Cry tears of joy. I lived this life on my terms. I only hope those I weep for did as well.
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