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An Impactful Life Event

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By Ady FrielPublished 7 years ago 3 min read

I'm still very new to the whole "I have an Autoimmune Deficiency" way of life and means of living. I was diagnosed in September, during my second hospitalization, in 2016. It was the worst thing to happen to a young person, such as myself, and quite possibly the best.

I was stuck in a hospital bed for a week. I was freezing, dehydrated, and delirious. All I craved was water and some sleep. I hadn't really thought about why nor did I really think about what could have been causing all my illnesses.

Just before I was going to be released, one of the doctors—he worked for the CDC—had come to see me off, but had something to tell me. It was very important and would change my life. He told me I had Mannose-Binding Lectin Protein Deficiency (MBL2).

It's a common deficiency, yet a high number of doctors know very little about it, and my case was quite rare. I was honestly surprised since it was common from what I'd been reading and yet, whenever I went to the doctors, they had no idea what I was talking about.

A healthy person has around 100 of these proteins in their blood. Most people with this deficiency are known to have about 20-40, while I... to my dismay... had less than 0.05. There is no cure and the main way to prevent another illness outbreak is less than trivial; antibiotics, healthy diet, and good hygiene. At the same time, it's very difficult for someone like me—who suffers from memory problems—to keep track of every little thing, and that causes me to fall ill more often than I'd honestly like.

This turn of events disrupted my life more than when I was held back due to insufficient transfer credits. I couldn't focus on my work, I couldn't catch up with said work, and I felt more confused than relieved to finally know what was going on with me. I fell behind in school and missed so many days. It got to the point where I had to drop out a quarter of a way through my 11th grade year. I do regret leaving and not pushing myself through it, but what could I have done when I was so weak and unable to keep up with all that work? I would have been held back again and I knew I wouldn't be able to do that.

I know it's going to be a really long time before I'm used to having to live with such a thing swirling around in my mind and in my everyday life. It will also be a huge challenge to find work, other than this site, to help support myself and even harder to find insurance that won't burn a hole in my pocket that can cover everything I need, including the antibiotics used to prevent from dropping in a fit of dehydration and exhaustion.

What am I going to do if I don't get insurance any time soon and another infection occurs? Nothing. I can't really do a whole lot because I have no way to. I'm currently trying to get myself onto SSI and it's taking a super long time, longer than I had hoped.

Why? The infection that kept happening over and over again is slowly starting to build in the same spot and I'm out of my medications. I can only get super cheap antibiotics or foods that'll keep me going until then and it's not really working. I'm scared I will die this time around. I'm really scared.

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About the Creator

Ady Friel

I'm Ady Friel. I'm a 24-year old Non-Binary (He/They) Aroace. I’m currently living with my parents due to health. I'm an avid writer and often times super opinionated. I love to tell stories and what's on my mind.

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