I’m Lupie

Hi! Thank you for stopping by. I go by the nickname of Lupie Ayah because I have lupus and according to my family and friends quite certainly “lupie.” My grandson named me Ayah when he was 7 months old. We found out later it means “miracle” is Aramaic.

My husband is a truck driver, I go with him when I am able and greatly enjoy seeing America. He has Asperger’s Syndrome which is sometimes referred to as a high functioning form of autism. It means he is a genius, can troubleshoot just about anything, an expert at diesel mechanics but socially has trouble reading people. We are not your typical couple. We take the term quirky to a new high and redneck to a new low. With God all things are possible.

When I was 25 years old, I received my first abnormal test result that related to lupus; Hashimoto’s Thyroiditus. I gained 40 pounds and that was just the beginning. Next came the diagnoses of fibromyalgia, I had no idea how much pain one could wake up in. After that came a series of diagnoses; Lupus SLE was confirmed, severe female issues resulting in near death from complications of hysterectomy, diabetes and near liver failure from undiagnosed hereditary hemochromatosis. All are genetic maladies, mutated DNA.

Thank God I have lived through much adversity in both health and life events. God has seen me through the valleys and I’ve made it to the well vintaged age of 50. Since 1994 I have had a unit of blood removed every 10 weeks, the only current treatment for hereditary hemochromatosis. I can’t even remember all the names of all the drugs I have been on to treat the other health complications.

Our little quirky redneck home lies in the heart of the high Mojave Desert, on a mesa near Yucca Valley California. A perfect place for solitude. The song of the coyote is the song of my heart. As an animal empath I love the earth and all the life on it, and worship the God that created it all. God did not intend for us to kill and eat animals, He intended for them to be our friends. Meat eating is the cause of much suffering in the world.

Our horse corral is empty but I hold on to the hope that it will be filled with the eager whinny of an adopted Arabian horse in need. Horses are my passion. When I had to let them go I due to my health I cried for weeks.

I have done public speaking about growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness. If you would like me to speak at your church send e-mail request to; free2bekathleen@aol.com

My testimony

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