The lupus advocate who changed my perspective about the ‘Wolf’
A columnist chats with lupus advocate Toni Grimes
I made it a point to arrive before her. I needed to soothe a sneaky, queasy feeling that could’ve indicated a brewing flare or meant absolutely nothing. The combination of being active the night before, getting little sleep, and courageously hopping into an Uber the next day had me overly conscientious and praying I hadn’t already “overdone it.”
I ordered a pomegranate lemonade with no ice and a mug of hot water. I sat as far away from the windows as possible. Then, I dropped a tea bag to seep in the water, added a solid pump of honey, and pleaded with the Wolf to stay at rest. (“Lupus” is Latin for “wolf.”) From years of hospitalizations and high disease activity that left my stomach tender, I knew two things for sure: One, I could trust the lemonade, the green tea, and the pickle I had tucked away in my bag; and two, sitting away from the Arizona sun could stall a flare.
A new mindset
While I waited, I scanned my notes. Toni Grimes: a national advocate with the Lupus Foundation of America; a local support group leader; an Afghanistan veteran; and a policy spokesperson for the foundation’s education committee who has “unflagging dedication.” I prepared my recorder and notepad, tucked my ballpoint pen into my hair, sipped my drinks, and breathed deeply. No longer than 10 minutes later, Toni walked in with a height and frame that were smaller than I’d expected.
Her life transcends lupus. Toni had been a major in the U.S. Army en route to becoming lieutenant colonel when the disease clawed in with nephritis (kidney inflammation), neuropsychiatric lupus, and central nervous system damage, leaving her in a vegetative state. Sadly, that path is one that I could easily and unexpectedly have to endure because of lupus.
During our conversation, Toni didn’t harp on those struggles. Instead, she repeated, “I love lupus.”
I didn’t share her sentiment, and I couldn’t intuitively agree with her love of lupus. Honestly, I still don’t believe it’s possible to love lupus, a chronic autoimmune disease in which the immune system attacks healthy body tissues, causing inflammation and organ damage. How could I consider loving something that had tried to kill me three times?
More than a year earlier, lupus flares had confined me to my brother’s old bedroom in my childhood home, unable to care for myself or my family, with very little mobility, and consuming nearly 100 pills daily. Fentanyl patches failed to manage the chest pains, and I suffered under the watchful care of my parents, husband, and children. We didn’t understand the potency of my fentanyl doses until Prince died with it in his system.
So you can imagine my alarm at an Army major proclaiming, “I love lupus!”
Side eye. Nah, sis.
But I listened as she provided the first candid, genuine, open-hearted truth that has helped me to see value in living with systemic lupus erythematosus, Sjögren’s syndrome, psoriatic arthritis, and thalassemia.
Through years of adjusting and readjusting my life entirely within the confines of a debilitating disease that could (and has tried to) render me disabled or deceased, I can now relate more to Toni’s reasoning.
It became a new perception and a more mature mindset for living with lupus and taming the wolf that it is.
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model. …
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that every day
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
Lupus has tried and tried and tried to kill me and has failed.
Do you hear that?
Lupus. The brutal wolf. Has. Failed. To. Kill. Me.
Ha! Now we celebrate!
This is the impetus for this column.
Here, I’ll record how lupus has indefinitely changed lives — mine and those of others — and the strategies we use to live, to love, to parent, to create, to find purpose, and to succeed while being differently able. Paramount are stories about victories within the tumultuous, painful days. No, this is not a space for narratives that scream happy-go-lucky, overly optimistic, mind-over-matter, we-are-survivors-and-thrivers mantras, because those are far from my reality with lupus. I will share these truths, and we will celebrate another day that lupus has failed.
This column, titled “Celebrate with Me,” will genuinely reflect stages of diseases that often behave like murderers and how I choose to live until I can’t.
Won’t you celebrate with me?
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