Up until last year I had kept very quiet about my Marfan syndrome diagnosis since I was 16 years old, it remained unrevealed to almost everyone (including some family members) I kept it to myself because I didn't want to be seen as different, which was already something I felt & I didn't want to be known as the girl with a rare disease as well. My Mum knew I had the condition as she was always with me at my hospital appointments but I very rarely engaged in conversation with her about it as I didn't want to acknowledge the matter. As the years passed, my rare health condition remained a secret & I'd be lying if I said the burden wasn't heavy at times. Carrying it around with me weighed me down & sometimes I wanted to share my worries, I wanted to tell someone that I was struggling to accept the diagnosis I'd been given, but I'd hidden it for so long that I didn't know how to open up about it. That doesn't mean Marfan syndrome wasn't a
Tattoos. Piercings. Coloured eyeliner. Keen knitter. Daughter. Sister. Fabulous Auntie. Blogging mostly about life with Marfan syndrome and Chronic illness. Welcome to the Life Of Lu, by Lucy Alexandra Atkinson.