The stinging sensation of memories,
Of both the past and present..
Force me to go numb to alleviate the pain.
The future can't cure me,
It can't take away any of this pain.
Helplessly and hopelessly I writhe,
In pain of emotional and physical.
For there is no cure for my disease;
Except for one: death.
I painfully carry on...
Waiting impatiently 'till I die.
For maybe and hopefully,
The pain will die as well.
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I thought my past was very rough, but ever since I found out I had Systemic Lupus it is just keeps getting worse. (There is no cure for Lupus, which is a fatal auto-immune disease. It's basically like AIDS except it is not an STD and it kills you slower most of the time. It is where your immune system attacks anything in your body. Anything being blood cells, to muscle tissue, to organs, etc.) My pain is just a vicious, never-ending cycle. Anyway, enjoy my poem. It's from the heart.
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We can only keep hoping for every next step. every step we take, and every step the world takes. We just have to keep hoping, for better treatments, better resources, more understand...and hope that one day all of that will lead to a cure. Above all we must hope that the day we have a cure will come soon enough. Because if we lose hope, what else do we have left?
This poem is a good expression of what it' like to live this way. And I'm sorry it's true for you.
But at the very, very least, you are diagnosed, you're probably getting treatment.
Hold onto that hope.
Take care, and best wishes for the future, and for every day until then. -
-Hugs- I'm sorry you have lupus.. I wish you didn't. I mean.. I wish that you were healthy and happy, yanno? I really think you deserve to be after all the bullshit you've been through. Anyway.. feel better.
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I hope one day we'll both be healthy and happy. Thank you.
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