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Fueling the Fight Against Lupus: You Are Never Alone

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In my family, we are born with a competitive spirit (and stubbornness). My dad coached hockey and my siblings and I played a myriad of sports. My life revolved around sports. Every weekend was spent at the rink, field, or court— and I loved it!  Soccer Saved My Life From an early age, soccer was my game and there was

8 Lessons Learned After A Tumultuous Postpartum Experience With Rheumatoid Arthritis

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When it came time to try for a baby, my husband and I adopted our usual cautiously optimistic approach. We started trying to conceive the earliest we thought we’d feel ready, with the underlying assumption that it might take longer than average because my body didn’t always function normally. Imagine our surprise when we discovered we were pregnant on the

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6 Ways Stanford Medicine X Changed The Way I Think About Patient “Communities”

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At the fourth annual 2015 Stanford Medicine X, doctors, technologists, policy makers and “epatients” — patients who have blogs or active social media presence — came together to talk about the future of health care, to put it broadly. There were big names: Eric Topol, author of The Patient Will See You Now who inspired around democratizing medicine, and the White

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Celiac-Fibro-Type 1 Diabetes’ Life Lessons of Confidence & Bravery, From Mother To Daughter

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Being a mother with three chronic illnesses (type 1 diabetes, celiac disease, and fibromyalgia) feels “normal” to me the same way that being a college student with those chronic illnesses felt “normal”…it’s all I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice the way these conditions seep into my daily life and most recently, the way they impact my role as

A LADA Diabetes Mom’s Mantra: Embrace Change and Celebrate Life

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“If I ever question myself, I am reminded quickly of the gifts diabetes has given me. I see my healthy son, I feel his bear hug, or I hear his words of pride and praise when he tells someone new that his mom is a diabetic who takes good care of herself.” I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t that