My perspective:
It’s August 19th and I’m finally going to the doctors. For the last couple of weeks I’ve felt awful, to the point where I can barely walk or move. I’ve been telling my mom for the longest time that something is wrong with me but she says what she usually says which is “Tori you’re over exaggerating.” My appointment is right after lunch so I force myself to get up and get dressed and just lay in bed until my mom comes upstairs to get me. We leave for my appointment and on the way there I’m doing my usual complaining about how much it hurts. We arrive and are right away called back into the room. The doctor asks me about all my symptoms. I feel like the list could go on forever. Everyone has been telling me for the last few weeks that they think I have Lymes Disease because most of my symptoms matched to Lymes Disease. I told the doctor this and he said he would just run some tests. He takes what seems like a lot of my blood which are separated into about 12 tubes and says that we’ll know the results in about a week. This is awful because this means a week more of not knowing what’s wrong with me.
It’s now August 25th and my mom’s phone rings. She seemed very confused during the call. She hangs up the phone and looks at me and says that the doctor said I tested positive for lupus. Immediately I freak out because I have no idea what Lupus is and neither does my mom. We both sit next to each other as we look up “What is Lupus?” on our phones. At least a million results came up. I swear I read about it for the next few hours.
My Best friend's perspective:
It’s sometime in the middle of August and I’m on my way to work of course. I always seem to find myself thinking about my life during my short drive to work. For some reason I realize during my drive that I haven’t talked to my best friend in a while. I decide to text her and see how she is. We’re usually always together but she seems kind of distant lately. I brush it off and think it’s just summer were both doing our own thing soon school will start and we’ll be back to normal. I work an eight hour shift that day and feel exhausted when I get home. My best friend texted me back but she’s being weird. I feel like she’s mad at me for some reason even though she has nothing to be mad over. I let it go and think I’ll just wait for her to text me again. Days, maybe even a week, goes by and she finally texted me. She said she needed to talk which knowing us we’re always joking around but for some reason this sounds serious.
I go to her house and just let myself in. Which isn’t weird because we’ve been bestfriends since the 3rd grade so we’re practically in each other’s families. I go straight to her room and she’s just laying there. Which if you know my best friend you wouldn’t find weird because she’s the laziest person I know. She sit’s up very slowly and gives a little laugh. She then tells me to sit down because she has to tell me something. I got a little nervous but she just began to talk. She told me she’s been diagnosed with a disease called Lupus. I don’t really believe her at first because we’re always messing with each other. She continues to explain it and then it hits me that she’s not kidding at all. I sit there and listen and as we both realize how serious it is we both begin to cry, but soon turns into a slight laughter. I feel bad for not knowing what’s been going on with her but know that I just need to be there for her now.
My mom's perspective:
I wake up at 5 o’clock like I do every morning to exercise. I get dressed and before I head out the door to go for a run I open my daughter’s door. She’s sound asleep which is good because she’s been telling me for the last few weeks that she hasn’t been feeling well. Now most people would wonder why I didn’t immediately take my daughter to the doctor’s but if you knew her you would know she tends to exaggerate. I close her door quietly and head out the door for my run. When I return it’s about 6:30 and I hear someone which is odd because no one ever wakes up besides me until at least 8. I go upstairs and see that my daughter is awake. She tell’s me how much she is hurting and I tell her that we’re going to the doctor’s to find out what is wrong. Part of me always thought that it was all inside her head and that nothing was wrong. It’s a little after noon and we get in the car and head to the doctor’s. On the way there my daughter is telling me again how much pain she’s in. We go in the office and are called back very quickly. The doctor asks my daughter all of her symptoms and as she lists them all it occurs to me that I never realized how much pain she must be in. He says he’ll run some tests and we should know the results in about a week.
A few days go by and I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes when my phone rings. My daughter and I both look at each other hoping it’s the call we’ve been waiting for. It is. On the phone the doctor tells me that my daughter has been diagnosed with Lupus. I can feel a confused look come across my face. I quickly relax remembering that my daughter is looking at me. The doctor explains as much as it as possible on the phone but says it’s best to research it. He says he’ll call back in a few days after he runs the test again just to be positive. As I hang up I quickly have to decide what to tell my daughter because I don’t even know what it is myself. I sit her down and tell her what the doctor told me on the phone. She quickly pulls out her phone and researches it. I sit next to her, on mine as well hoping that it isn’t all that bad
It’s August 19th and I’m finally going to the doctors. For the last couple of weeks I’ve felt awful, to the point where I can barely walk or move. I’ve been telling my mom for the longest time that something is wrong with me but she says what she usually says which is “Tori you’re over exaggerating.” My appointment is right after lunch so I force myself to get up and get dressed and just lay in bed until my mom comes upstairs to get me. We leave for my appointment and on the way there I’m doing my usual complaining about how much it hurts. We arrive and are right away called back into the room. The doctor asks me about all my symptoms. I feel like the list could go on forever. Everyone has been telling me for the last few weeks that they think I have Lymes Disease because most of my symptoms matched to Lymes Disease. I told the doctor this and he said he would just run some tests. He takes what seems like a lot of my blood which are separated into about 12 tubes and says that we’ll know the results in about a week. This is awful because this means a week more of not knowing what’s wrong with me.
It’s now August 25th and my mom’s phone rings. She seemed very confused during the call. She hangs up the phone and looks at me and says that the doctor said I tested positive for lupus. Immediately I freak out because I have no idea what Lupus is and neither does my mom. We both sit next to each other as we look up “What is Lupus?” on our phones. At least a million results came up. I swear I read about it for the next few hours.
My Best friend's perspective:
It’s sometime in the middle of August and I’m on my way to work of course. I always seem to find myself thinking about my life during my short drive to work. For some reason I realize during my drive that I haven’t talked to my best friend in a while. I decide to text her and see how she is. We’re usually always together but she seems kind of distant lately. I brush it off and think it’s just summer were both doing our own thing soon school will start and we’ll be back to normal. I work an eight hour shift that day and feel exhausted when I get home. My best friend texted me back but she’s being weird. I feel like she’s mad at me for some reason even though she has nothing to be mad over. I let it go and think I’ll just wait for her to text me again. Days, maybe even a week, goes by and she finally texted me. She said she needed to talk which knowing us we’re always joking around but for some reason this sounds serious.
I go to her house and just let myself in. Which isn’t weird because we’ve been bestfriends since the 3rd grade so we’re practically in each other’s families. I go straight to her room and she’s just laying there. Which if you know my best friend you wouldn’t find weird because she’s the laziest person I know. She sit’s up very slowly and gives a little laugh. She then tells me to sit down because she has to tell me something. I got a little nervous but she just began to talk. She told me she’s been diagnosed with a disease called Lupus. I don’t really believe her at first because we’re always messing with each other. She continues to explain it and then it hits me that she’s not kidding at all. I sit there and listen and as we both realize how serious it is we both begin to cry, but soon turns into a slight laughter. I feel bad for not knowing what’s been going on with her but know that I just need to be there for her now.
My mom's perspective:
I wake up at 5 o’clock like I do every morning to exercise. I get dressed and before I head out the door to go for a run I open my daughter’s door. She’s sound asleep which is good because she’s been telling me for the last few weeks that she hasn’t been feeling well. Now most people would wonder why I didn’t immediately take my daughter to the doctor’s but if you knew her you would know she tends to exaggerate. I close her door quietly and head out the door for my run. When I return it’s about 6:30 and I hear someone which is odd because no one ever wakes up besides me until at least 8. I go upstairs and see that my daughter is awake. She tell’s me how much she is hurting and I tell her that we’re going to the doctor’s to find out what is wrong. Part of me always thought that it was all inside her head and that nothing was wrong. It’s a little after noon and we get in the car and head to the doctor’s. On the way there my daughter is telling me again how much pain she’s in. We go in the office and are called back very quickly. The doctor asks my daughter all of her symptoms and as she lists them all it occurs to me that I never realized how much pain she must be in. He says he’ll run some tests and we should know the results in about a week.
A few days go by and I’m in the kitchen doing the dishes when my phone rings. My daughter and I both look at each other hoping it’s the call we’ve been waiting for. It is. On the phone the doctor tells me that my daughter has been diagnosed with Lupus. I can feel a confused look come across my face. I quickly relax remembering that my daughter is looking at me. The doctor explains as much as it as possible on the phone but says it’s best to research it. He says he’ll call back in a few days after he runs the test again just to be positive. As I hang up I quickly have to decide what to tell my daughter because I don’t even know what it is myself. I sit her down and tell her what the doctor told me on the phone. She quickly pulls out her phone and researches it. I sit next to her, on mine as well hoping that it isn’t all that bad