I wasn't forty yet, I recall, my two boys were twelve and thirteen. They were very young to undertand my sufferings. My husband, as well. Although he could know me pretty well, he didn't know I was having a rare disease: the Sjögren syndrome, also designated as Sjögren's syndrome, because of its discovery.
I may have started with breathing difficulties. My chest struggled but it took me a long time to realize I didn't know how to breath. I started to suffer terrible pains in my pharynx. It was as if I had an entire arm climbing inside me making me suffer.
When I told my doctor about these pains, I remember well, I also told him I used to get better when I was partying with friends. So, I started a medication for anxiety.
My issues with anxiety never stopped and I found myself falling into an abyss. I hoped that no one would approach me during the intervals of my classes. Instead, I had to suffer because, due to my job, there was always someone interrumpting my fragile tranquility.
But going back in time, I remember now, I started to suffer from my throat when my eldest son was only five. I got repeated pharyngitis by that time and had to attend speech therapy. I can conclude now I already had symptoms of the Sjögren's syndrome when I was about thirty. Actually, my pharyngitis issues started because I didn't have saliva, which was strongly needed in my classes, of course.
But now, why couldn't I be rescued by doctors thirty years ago? Wasn't medicine developed enough? Wasn't pharmacology developed enough? How many times have I thought about getting myself killed?
"Dr. Henrik Sjögren, the Swedish ophthalmologist who discovered Sjögren's in 1933, which has helped all patients find answers to their health questions."
https://www.sjogrens.org/home/about-the-foundation/worldsjogrensday-
I may have started with breathing difficulties. My chest struggled but it took me a long time to realize I didn't know how to breath. I started to suffer terrible pains in my pharynx. It was as if I had an entire arm climbing inside me making me suffer.
When I told my doctor about these pains, I remember well, I also told him I used to get better when I was partying with friends. So, I started a medication for anxiety.
My issues with anxiety never stopped and I found myself falling into an abyss. I hoped that no one would approach me during the intervals of my classes. Instead, I had to suffer because, due to my job, there was always someone interrumpting my fragile tranquility.
But going back in time, I remember now, I started to suffer from my throat when my eldest son was only five. I got repeated pharyngitis by that time and had to attend speech therapy. I can conclude now I already had symptoms of the Sjögren's syndrome when I was about thirty. Actually, my pharyngitis issues started because I didn't have saliva, which was strongly needed in my classes, of course.
But now, why couldn't I be rescued by doctors thirty years ago? Wasn't medicine developed enough? Wasn't pharmacology developed enough? How many times have I thought about getting myself killed?
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