Why I Believe Being Diagnosed Young was Lucky

Receiving a diagnosis is one of the hardest things in life a person and family can go through. You never believe it will happen to you. No one ever wakes up feeling off, maybe a little achy or stiff, and think that this is a feeling they will grow accustomed to as it continues to worsen. You can never fully grasp the concept of what such an event feels like until it happens to you. To the mother who woke up stiff and achy, it would only make sense for her to believe these feelings were due to the stress of chasing three young children around and staying ahead of chores the night prior. To the athlete that trains hard every day but woke up one morning to a swollen joint, logically he would believe he somehow injured it the night prior or perhaps pushed himself too hard. To the teacher who is instilling knowledge into our future generations, or the musician who’s fingers dance across the ivory keys. To the grandmother who is passing along her secrets to her grandchildren, or to the person simply trying to enjoy life and its greatest adventures. It can happen to anyone.

Although the general population believes I am “too young” to have Rheumatoid Arthritis, I do, and I have for 20 years now. There is a popular stigma centered around the notion of arthritis that correlates to our elder’s pain and arthritis from years of wear and tear. Unfortunately, autoimmune diseases don’t follow a timeline or adhere to such stigmas. As much as I would love to tell my arthritis that I’m too young and to come back when I’m 70, I must deal with it in the here and now. Rheumatoid Arthritis is an autoimmune disease; your own body is attacking itself. Osteoarthritis is what you have when you get older and have cartilage breakdown due to years of wear and tear as mentioned above, hence why it is most common in our elders.

When you grow up with a chronic illness, it develops with you and you grow together. There is no sudden hold put on life. There is no emotional or physical battle trying to understand why you feel the way you do and how to fix it. There is no what-if thinking. What if I had gone to the gym more? What if I swam instead of ran? What if I didn’t do this or that, what if I had done this or that? When it’s a diagnosis you received shortly after birth, you don’t remember any of the trials and tribulations that lead up to the diagnosis. You didn’t have to spend hours a day researching the disease, side effects and symptoms, treatments and remedies, searching for the most innovative options out there. Receiving a systemic, autoimmune disease diagnosis is scary and undoubtedly you go through a grieving stage of pre-diagnosis life and feelings of loneliness. Then comes that first year or so of figuring out what your new normal is and what your flares feel like, when to call the doctor and when to wait it out at home in agony. Not only is it a huge adjustment for the afflicted person, but for everyone around them as well. Think of it this way- suddenly you are taken out of your home, without anyone, and thrown into another country that speaks a different language and has their own sets of beliefs, traditions, and cultures. Eventually you learn to navigate and fit in, learn the essential part of the language and the general concepts of their culture, but you never regain that feeling of belonging. Slowly your loved ones are brought in but they must learn at their own pace and are just as clueless as you were originally. They are behind you despite their best efforts and yours to educate them because they cannot fully understand what Rheumatoid Arthritis really is without having it themselves. This is the general experience of a family receiving this new diagnosis. My early diagnosis allowed me to skip all these steps of acceptance and adjustment. Although my family had to go through some of this, they too could learn as I grew and help adapt as life continued moving forward.

Imagine that you were lucky enough to receive your diagnosis prior to an age you can’t remember any different. Yes, I did just use the word lucky. You’re probably wondering how anyone can consider a chronic illness “lucky.” Rather than being taken out of the world I knew and thrown into a world opposite to everything I once relied on, I simply had to adapt as I came across each situation. I didn’t have to figure it out all at once. Growing up with (Juvenile) Rheumatoid Arthritis was like someone growing up left handed in a world dominated by right handers; simply adapting as they come across something created as if you were right handed. Some learn to use their right hand during these situations, and others adapt whatever they are using into something compatible for left handers. With regards to understanding the difference in age of diagnosis in accordance to how it affects the rest of your life, it is as simple as this analogy.

Being diagnosed that young is not all glitz and glamor. Of course, I would have rather not developed this in the first place. Dealing with this as a child, even if it is all you have ever known, still does have some negative effects. Years of pain and struggle, medications and side effects, progression and damage take a toll on not only the physical body, but the emotional and mental wellbeing of the body. One autoimmune disease leads to the next. One medication and associated side effects lead to the next medication. It becomes a domino effect and the longer this protocol is followed, the more havoc reaped on your body. I do not know of anyone that doesn’t suffer with a mental illness and struggle with their emotions, typically anxiety and depression, after years of built up emotions from battling RA.

When asked if I had to be diagnosed with RA at some point in my life, would I choose an early diagnosis or a late one. In these simple terms I of course would go with the early diagnosis. The sooner you are diagnosed the sooner you can move on with the rest of your life and your family’s life. I understand that the older I am, the less of my life I must deal with disease and doctors, hospitals and medications. As much as I love the idea of having the first better half of my life without any disease, the older you get and the more accustomed you are with your life and daily habits. It is a lot easier to adapt physically and mentally the younger you are. With a little love and strength, new and improved medications, I was still able to lead a mostly normal childhood and was very active in music and sports throughout the years. Every now and then there were set backs, but everyone has set backs in life whether it is medically related or not. I feel as though this is a “small price” to pay to avoid the effects later in life. Unfortunately, we do not get to choose in life, or I would never have chosen this in the first place. However, we must deal with whatever life throws at us- at least I got the better end of the deal and am thankful for all  love and support I had growing up and continue to receive.
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