tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29541387.post9167943643645520324..comments2024-02-29T13:58:50.507-06:00Comments on blogaway: Lupus CrossingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054205963916941320noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29541387.post-90851341267214459362009-06-02T00:20:47.522-05:002009-06-02T00:20:47.522-05:00Very nice exchange.
I've wondered why lupus chari...Very nice exchange.<br /><br />I've wondered why lupus charities use a butterfly, so now I know. Thanks.A Free Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038930031019179647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29541387.post-49608666734633180912009-06-01T12:21:13.076-05:002009-06-01T12:21:13.076-05:00When ever I hear of Lupus I remember a friend of m...When ever I hear of Lupus I remember a friend of my mothers who had it. I was very little, I don't remember her name but I do remember running into her one day in a parking lot for a lawn mower repair shop. I remember my mother gasping and asking the lady what had 'happened' to her. I didn't recognize her...Laura! That was her name. I knew Laura as a thin, athletic, vibrant woman and here she was, swollen face, with what looked like a light brown bruise across her face. She moved slowly, painfully, and she cringed as my mother examined her and exclaimed over how sick she looked. I was so embarrassed. How could my mother not realize what she was doing was cruel? Laura explained about the Lupus and how she was on high doses of steroid. I could see the tears in her eyes and my mother treated it as the 'news of the week'. <br />"How awful." She tsked, and so on.<br />Laura was so brave, held herself with so much pride, and to this day that scene in the parking lot is what I think of when I hear 'Lupus'.Raynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09319132150983706927noreply@blogger.com