“Oh, no. Why are you crying?” But I didn’t have to ask. I already knew.
“I am tired of hurting, Doc.”
I knew she was suffering. Since her lupus diagnosis two years ago her life had crumbled. She had been a vibrant, funny, joyful young woman.
Now she was a shell of her former self.
Bloated with an over 100 pound weight gain from the steroids. Hair falling out. Disfiguring skin rashes. In and out of the hospital with infections and blood clots. Kidney damage. Lung involvement. Losing her vision. She was in so much pain that she was wheelchair confined and maxed out on opiates.
We could find NO medication that could bring her disease under control.
She had a physician from every known specialty. Coordinating visits was a challenge especially as her eyesight was failing. Friends stopped coming around and offering to help. A teenage daughter, was falling apart under the weight of raising herself and the baby and caring for her mother.
“I just want to stop hurting…” she said again as big, fat tears continued to roll down her face.
“I am so sorry.” I hugged her. Gently. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I have nothing left to offer.