Being diagnosed with lupus was a major blow to my self-esteem. I was used to to being a very independent person. I did want I wanted, when I wanted. Being in control of my life made me feel confident. I liked seeing myself as a self-sufficient person.
But now I felt weak. I felt like I was somehow less than all of my colleagues. I would never be that strong woman again. I was embarrassed for people to know. I was afraid of what they would think of me, feeling sorry for me for being a pathetic, helpless person.
As physicians we and our patients hold us to a higher standard. We don’t need to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom. But here I was needing ten hours of sleep at night, and as many naps as possible. I needed to eat meals so I could take my medications. I was running out of clinic to go use the bathroom because my meds were upsetting my stomach.
Then there was the weight gain. I gained about 20-30 pounds that first year from steroids and my inability to exercise. Previous to my diagnosis, I considered myself to be a pretty girl, maybe even a little sexy. I wasn’t skinny, but I was curvy in all the right places. I was used to guys finding me attractive and flirting with me. I wasn’t perfect,but I felt good about my appearance.
Not only did I gain weight but my whole shape changed. My tummy got fuller, my face got rounder, and my upper back developed a little hump. My lashes became so thin, that even with mascara, you could barely see them. Guys wouldn’t even give me a second glance. I wasn’t even the same person anymore. I was ugly.
It’s taken a really long time to regain some of my self worth, but I don’t feel the same as before. I’ve lost most of the weight, and have started to take my normal shape. As I see how much I still am capable of doing, I realize that I am a strong person, perhaps stronger than before. It is going to take time, and a lot of work, but I believe the person I become will be even better than the person I was before.