I Have Chronic Hepatitis B
I was 17 years old when I found out that I have it. How or when exactly I am not sure.
I still remember that moment where I was sitting there with my father, overhearing the doctor asking me questions whether I was a heavy drinker or a drug user. You know, that kind of questions. At first I didn't know how to react. Frankly, I even didn't know what kind of disease it really was ...
But things could have been worse.
They've put me under this treatment with Pegasys interferon, which was dreadful really ... an injection once a week which just makes you fuzzy and feverish ... Luckily I switched over to Zeffix and Baraclude, just ordinary pills and with less side-effects.
It's hard to say if hepatitis affect my life in a disturbing way ... besides, it depends on how disturbing you let it be. Sometimes it's hard to tell if the symptoms came from the medication, mood or the disease itself. But disturbing or not, you've got to row with the peddles you've got. Life is just TOO short to waste time on regrets and complaints.
It wasn't easy of course and it still isn't (heavy peddles if I may add). I was in my last high school years, still not sure what path to take, insecure and looking for oneself... But thanks to my family and the responsibilities, I realised something:
Life is a test. And it's THAT what makes life worth living. To cling on that sparkle of hope and to fight for it till your last breath, that is what defines the meaning you give to your life. And how do you define that meaning?
By doing the one thing you love to do most,
excell in it and who knows you may contribute something, inspire others, leave a mark.
So I enrolled in a martial arts class, chose a major that might interest me (which it luckily did), read self-help books, did training and nothing but training.
And before I knew it, it felt like I haven't been this alive in whole my life.
So for the one who reads this and finds him or herself in the same situation, don't give up. Despite the condition, every moment in life is worth cherising, so please don't count your hours till your liver collapse or till you pass away. Instead, make those hours count.
The path won't be easy, and you will fail plenty of times. But you'll only fail if you give up hope.
But the thing is,
there's always hope.
I still remember that moment where I was sitting there with my father, overhearing the doctor asking me questions whether I was a heavy drinker or a drug user. You know, that kind of questions. At first I didn't know how to react. Frankly, I even didn't know what kind of disease it really was ...
But things could have been worse.
They've put me under this treatment with Pegasys interferon, which was dreadful really ... an injection once a week which just makes you fuzzy and feverish ... Luckily I switched over to Zeffix and Baraclude, just ordinary pills and with less side-effects.
It's hard to say if hepatitis affect my life in a disturbing way ... besides, it depends on how disturbing you let it be. Sometimes it's hard to tell if the symptoms came from the medication, mood or the disease itself. But disturbing or not, you've got to row with the peddles you've got. Life is just TOO short to waste time on regrets and complaints.
It wasn't easy of course and it still isn't (heavy peddles if I may add). I was in my last high school years, still not sure what path to take, insecure and looking for oneself... But thanks to my family and the responsibilities, I realised something:
Life is a test. And it's THAT what makes life worth living. To cling on that sparkle of hope and to fight for it till your last breath, that is what defines the meaning you give to your life. And how do you define that meaning?
By doing the one thing you love to do most,
excell in it and who knows you may contribute something, inspire others, leave a mark.
So I enrolled in a martial arts class, chose a major that might interest me (which it luckily did), read self-help books, did training and nothing but training.
And before I knew it, it felt like I haven't been this alive in whole my life.
So for the one who reads this and finds him or herself in the same situation, don't give up. Despite the condition, every moment in life is worth cherising, so please don't count your hours till your liver collapse or till you pass away. Instead, make those hours count.
The path won't be easy, and you will fail plenty of times. But you'll only fail if you give up hope.
But the thing is,
there's always hope.
By:
Fluffypanda
Age:
18-21
,
Male
