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Halle’s Story (Lupus, Anemia)

Halle's Story Systematic Lupus Erythematosus, Hemolytic AnemiaLike many, my story begins with a series of symptoms that could be linked to a handful of average ailments: fatigue, body aches, swelling, and the occasional purple hands and feet. At 12 years old, your first instinct isn’t that you may be suffering from what would become a lifelong battle for your health, but rather just a passing “bug” that could easily be fixed with a simple antibiotic. It was the beginning of my 7th grade year, and being the social butterfly that I was, it was chalked up by family doctor as a severe case of mono. Although I had tested negative several times, my whole field hockey team was dropping like flies, so I was treated accordingly. And in a week’s time, I had begun to feel somewhat human again. I continued my social life and maintained a steady/normal-paced lifestyle for a few weeks more until the same debilitating symptoms hit me again, this time twice as bad as before. I had noticed that the tone of my skin had changed from its usual porcelain glow into an assortment of blues and purples.

After a ton of doctors and a few trying months, the week after my 12th birthday, I was anointed as a member of the “butterfly club” ( just a cheerier way to say victim of SLE). Living in a rural area, the nearest high-end medical facility was nearly 2 hours away, which is where I spent a majority of my adolescence learning the ins and outs of the beast. While my friends were learning the meaning of a square root and the presidents of the United States, I was learning the difference between a 16 and 18 gauge needle and how to balance the extra 10 pounds my high doses of prednisone had caused. Teenage years are hard enough to deal with being perfectly healthy, but add the fact of missing anywhere from 25 to 50 days of school a year. Maintaining a social life soon became ridiculous to even think about. After mornings of not being able to dry my hair because of such severe muscle spasms and summer nights where sandals only became a showcase for purple toes rather than red polished ones, I learned little tricks to cope with the constant questions that arose among my peers.

After high school, I started working for county government agencies part time, and after much deliberation between school and full time employment, I decided to dedicate myself full time and started my current position as a Deputy Clerk for the local Circuit Court. Shortly after full time employment and completely engrossing myself in public service, one of the lovely aspects of my hands on career hit me hard: a respiratory virus that had been passed around the community. After a few days off and a course of antibiotics, nothing seemed to be helping. My family physician decided I should go to the local hospital to test whether what I had was viral or bacterial, and that is where all hell broke loose. I got blood work done as usual and within thirty minutes, I had been called back into the doctor to be told, “After reviewing your blood counts, you seem to have the markers of Leukemia.” By this point in life, there really weren’t many medical terms you could throw at me that scared me. Cancer, however, was a different story. After a flow cytometry test and a long 6 days of waiting out my oncology appointment, my fears were soon put to rest, and a new course of action was put into play.

Seeing that I was 19 years old, my oncologist, as well as my family, agreed maybe we should take this to the best of the best, Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, MD. My blood counts baffled every physician I came into contact with, with a WBC of 1.2, HGB that stayed around 5.3, and a new diagnosis of hemolytic anemia, my ability to function at a normal capacity turned a many a head among my “dream team” of physicians. After deliberation among the team (and yes, I mean team), 2 rheumatologists, an oncologist, a hematologist, a gastroenterologist, and a physical therapist, I was finally on the road to recovery, or so one could hope.

Previous to being blessed with such amazing doctors, I had my long time rheumatologist, who I had been a patient of since diagnosis. In comparison to my level of care being received at the time,I realized that she had really just “winged” my course of treatment using high doses of methotrexate, CellCept, and prednisone as a crutch to make the numbers better temporarily. The whole time, while she was using such powerful drugs in such high doses, my liver was the one taking the blow. When I arrived at Hopkins, my liver counts looked like those of a lifelong alcoholic, and to this day I still battle the repercussions of her wreck less “care plan.”

At this point in my disease, I am currently on the verge of either a breakthrough or breakdown. My counts seem to have a mind of their own, and what the SLE doesn’t think of, the Hemolytic Anemia seems to. Oral chemo, blood transfusion, IV treatments, liver biopsy, the worst of doctors, the best of doctors, you name it, and I’ve probably been there. They say that God will only give you as much as you can handle, and after meeting women who go through a daily struggle with illnesses like this, we all seem to have one thing in common: we are generally a “glass half full” kind of breed. When good days are limited, you have to make the most of each and every one you are blessed with. I do not wish this beast upon anyone. However, I wouldn’t trade the lessons it’s taught me, or the strength it’s given me, for a thing in this world. — “Stay strong. Make them wonder how you’re still smiling.”

Halle
Virginia
Submitted 01/04/2015

The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.

This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.

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3 comments

  1. I was lucky to have one of those public offices where Halle worked part-time and she is an amazing young lady. She is inspiring and a constant reminder of what true beauty is. Her story will hopefully remind everyone who suffers from chronic pain and disease that life is still worth living and each day is a gift. Think of Halle and meet it with a smile.

  2. Hi … I don’t know where to start … I am trying to be strong and I have been for the most part but recently I have been very depressed. I was diagnosed with sle in 1999 and I am 46 years now. I have had joint pains a lot and swelling and pericarditis and pleurisy and sjorgen’s disease (sp) and reynaud’s syndrome and rheumatoid arthritis (think that’s it)

    But recently some strange things have been happening and I get scared. I don’t know if it is the lupus, or if it is perimenopause or if I am dying and it is something else all together. Sometimes the doctors seem to be guessing to me. I am on prednisone and plaquenil and taking vitamin D and iron. I have this rash on my hands and thighs, they are very small bumps covering a pretty wide area and sometimes some of them are a little bigger than the flat small bumps but not that you can see from afar. They are sometimes itchy. I have been scared and depressed about this. Then I get this pain and like a little swelling at the back of my head just above my neck, even hurts to the touch.

    I have a little girl and I try to put on a smile for her but sometimes it’s hard and she looks sad. My problem is that sometimes I don’t know if it is the Lupus or something else. My rheumatologist says everything is the lupus but how do I know for sure.

    Am I dying?

  3. I have a very good friend that is suffering from this horrible disease. Day by day her ambition to beat this tragic disease wavers, for every positive day anymore it is followed by two negative days. She is wanting to start her own fundraising network in our area, not for her but for everybody that suffers from Lupus that can’t afford the extensive treatment. I admire all of you “Lupies” for your courage!

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