I was diagnosed almost exactly a year ago (in June 2009). I don't recall ever crying about having Lupus or ever feeling truly upset. I just took it as it came and that's it.
The other day my brother starting speaking to me about protein and how I don't get enough ... how I need more and blablabla. He starting giving me numbers and how much protein a person needs a day. I know he was just trying to help and I know he loves me, but suddenly it was all just too much. My doctor tells
Well I'm new here and it is awesome to have found a place where people actually understand what I'm going through and also go through it themselves. When I try to talk to those around me about my troubles, I stop after the first sentence when I see their blank stares. Or of course when I get the, "*silence* ..What's Lupus? *blank stare*" response. Oy.
I know I can't blame them for not knowing about the disease but sometimes it gets so tiring to have to repeat my story. I feel like