Rare Disease Awareness

Rare Disease Day came and went (in February) and I didn’t write a blogpost. That makes me a pretty bad rare-disease advocate doesn’t it? Oh well, better late than never….

So what does it feel like to have a rare disease?

It’s like I can’t breath. I am going through my day, and all of a sudden something catches me, draws me back, and I’m left gasping.

It’s like I can’t function. I will be living my life normally, when all of a sudden I am reminded that my life is far from normal. Nothing says “abnormal” like wearing a heart monitor to your 8am class.

But most of all? Having a rare disease is like being gagged. I feel constantly silenced. In a society were it is expected that people are always cheerful, optimistic, and ok, while looking on the bright side of things, there is very little empathy for someone who says “well, actually, I’m not doing very well.” There is even less empathy for someone who is not doing well because of a disease that is very rarely known and never heard of.

Admitting to having a rare disease is like admitting that your skin is actually purple. It’s incomprehensible to most people, hard to relate with, and the real tragedy of a rare disease is the fact that even most doctors have never heard of them.

Imagine watching a loved one live and possibly die with a disease that no one knows and that has no treatment.

Imagine the loneliness and sorrow and having to deal with all of the pain on your own.

Because, you see, there are no commercials for a rare disease, no charity walks, no people showing up at your door with a cooked dish…nothing. There is nothing in the way of support with rare diseases.

It really is enough to take your breath away.

 

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