This is a guest post by Krystyana Lux. Scroll to the end of the post to meet Krystyana & learn more about her blog.
Three years ago, I was genetically tested for a disease known as Familial Mediterranean Fever. A couple of months later, I received a call that would change my life forever.
I was diagnosed with Familial Mediterranean Fever, after my blood test showed one of two genetic markers. (One marker is enough for doctors to make a positive diagnosis; however, some people are given a positive diagnosis based on clinical symptoms and family history.) Fortunately for me, my dad’s earlier diagnosis helped doctors diagnose the disease I am suffering from without having to endure inconclusive testing.
Years prior to my diagnosis, I was in and out of emergency rooms, doctors' offices, and was constantly being treated for the same symptoms. Which were always diagnosed as a stomach virus, but it never seemed to feel like such.
My symptoms felt different from what I experienced when I was sick with a stomach virus, and as a six year-old girl I could not fully describe the pain I was in. I; however, was not suffering alone, my father was experiencing the same symptoms.
It wasn't until 2012 that my father finally had his answer, his diagnosis of Familial Mediterranean Fever. This later led to my doctors testing me in the same way.
Last year, I was struggling to wrap my head around this diagnosis. Ultimately putting me into a highly depressed and anxiety ridden state. My life felt meaningless as my dreams slowly felt impossible.
All I felt in my heart, was anguish. I was struggling to understand why God could let this become of me.
It took months of praying to understand that God’s intention was to create a new path. A path to write about my disease with the sole purpose of reminding others that they are not alone in their own fight, regardless of what path they are on. A path to build His kingdom, rather than build my own.
I want my words; to leave readers changed, to give them a place to feel safe, a place where they can forge their identities by sharing their stories. I want to be an advocate for anyone who feels their life has no purpose, because that was once me.
I no longer live for myself. I now live my life for God.
Everything I do or feel is for Him, because through His help I have the courage to go through my days no matter how much pain I am in. I have the desire to change the lives’ of others through words. I have the faith to never fear my journey for what it may become, but to walk along it graciously.
My path is relentlessly testing my resilience, but I am now open to the idea of overcoming new challenges. I accept anything God creates as an obstacle, as a gift.
I never want to stop working for Him, building for Him. For without Him, I would be lost in my disease. I would be lost in the challenges my disease produces for me.