Lupus and the Beauty of Hindsight

Though it took me some time to realize, there were certain things that I lost in the instant I was diagnosed with lupus. The saying goes that we never know what we have until it’s gone, and for me that couldn’t be truer. There’s a whole other life that I would’ve had without lupus, a range of possibilities and opportunities that are now out of my reach. But I never could’ve known how much I once took for granted if I hadn’t lost it all first.

If you had asked me at the beginning of last year what my life would look like now, my reply wouldn’t have resembled anything remotely close to my present reality. Though most of the major parts of my life – my job, the university, and my inner circle of friends and family – remain the same, what makes life are the little things, and from then to now, they couldn’t be more different.

The girl I was in January 2016 would’ve expected me to be approaching the halfway mark of a primary teaching degree, likely playing netball, and working in my little coastal café. What she never could’ve expected was lupus and all the horrible, wonderful, and life-altering things it would bring.

There are so many aspects of life that I never expected. I never knew that I would grow to envy others for the simple ability of waking up easily most mornings. I never dreamed that I’d long so desperately to be able to identify myself with a simple word like “healthy,” or that at times I’d feel so old at 21.

What I do know is that there once was a time when I led a life that so many – including my present self – dream of having, and I never truly appreciated what I had while I was given the chance.

Hindsight is such a beautiful, yet agonizing thing. I wish I could go back and retrace moments, not to change them, but to appreciate them for how incredibly special they were.

I’d spend all day in the sun at the beach just to once again have the chance to relish in a guilt-free moment that I’m no longer allowed to love. I’d go exploring overseas, to know the feeling of easy travel without dietary limits or boundaries. And I’d stay out all day before dancing my way into the wee hours of the morning, with the knowledge that nothing is coming back to bite me as a consequence of celebrating life exactly how I wanted.

But I can’t. My world consists of constantly second-guessing myself on every choice that I make, whether it’s what I’m eating, what I’m doing, how much sleep I’m getting, or how hard I’m pushing myself. Lupus has taken up a permanent space in the back of my mind, forcing me to question every decision.

I never appreciated how it felt to have every opportunity available to me, or what it was like knowing that I had complete control over my life if I wanted it.

Now that I can’t have it, I want it more than ever. I want to be the one to dictate my meals and my sleeping pattern. I want to remember what it’s like to be completely certain of a choice because it wouldn’t have an impact on anything else, and to know that for the most part, my future was in my hands and mine alone.

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