Scleroderma Brings Both Endings and Beginnings

When the COVID-19 pandemic hit the U.S. in March 2020, it was like time stood still. Many chronic illness patients were on high alert, constantly afraid of contracting the virus. Given the complexity of my disease, scleroderma, even the common cold can land me in the hospital, fighting for my life. I was, and still am, terrified of how the coronavirus might affect me.

COVID-19 makes every aspect of living with scleroderma 10 times harder. From getting groceries, to obtaining comprehensive testing, to properly monitoring symptoms, seemingly every action is now affected by the virus. Getting proper care for my rare disease amid a global health crisis has been an uphill battle.

However, one of the most difficult aspects of the pandemic is that I’m mostly unable to see fellow patients and loved ones. Grabbing someone you care for and holding them tight is an indescribable feeling, and COVID-19 has taken that away.

Still, our scleroderma community has maintained strong bonds despite the distance. It may be hard for some folks to fathom having a close and personal relationship with people you’ve never met in person, but we remain connected through videos, FaceTime, Zoom, and phone calls. Though we live all over the world, we are a tightly woven group, as our similar hardships bring us together. Each of us is unique, but we are family through and through.

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So, when we lose one of our own to this awful disease, our cries of despair and outrage can be heard across the continents.

While COVID-19 has taken many lives over the past two years, our community has been rocked by the loss of amazing friends to the effects of scleroderma.

Grieving a person we love and care about is always hard. Their death can affect us emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But losing a fellow warrior to scleroderma amid the pandemic gives rise to even more complicated feelings.

Each loss sends shockwaves through the scleroderma community, but now we are forced to watch from afar, unable to be there for one another due to travel restrictions and health concerns. We’ve had to tune in and watch funeral services over the computer or phone, trying to bid our final goodbyes to dear friends we’d grown so close to.

As 2022 begins, I can’t help but think of all the losses in recent years. I find myself asking, “Why did I survive another year? When will my time come? And more importantly, why them and not me?”

I will forever wonder why my friends were taken so soon, but as a new year begins, I vow to carry their memories with me like talismans. I’ll hold them close to my heart, and never forget how their friendships changed my life and made me who I am today.

As I try to start 2022 in a positive light, I am choosing peace by remembering that those I’ve lost are pain-free. They will always be watching over me, encouraging me to keep fighting until it’s my time to join them.

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