My body- a Lab for Experiments

This time there won’t be any past times story neither some cool talk, this time it will be a talk, those moment of share, simply heart to heart talk. This time it’s Elena who seems and looks perfectly normal, sweet, easy going gal with casuals on. Talking with her is fun and I heard for others too, suddenly I saw some spots on her which I ignored but in her room I saw many sets of medicine which is unusual and I couldn’t help myself and asked why? To which she replied with a smile these are part of my daily diet, it’s very much like My Body is a lab for experiments, later part she will write:

Schooling was perfect fun, nothing to share about home as I mostly enjoy staying at school only.  I was very fat but I never had problem with that, my outdoor activities were mostly unknown at home, at the age of around 10 my mom noticed some white spots on my hand. I was taken to skin specialist, but spots grew and ended by engulfing my whole body into it. At school it was annoying to see every eyes on my skin and doubting about it; at home so many theories were discovered and chemicals made and were tested on me to check which will work. Different doctors, there different approach, different medicines and theories, when first one didn’t work a new strategy made and applied on me. This went on and on- reactions were on me, there were blood oozing out from me, it burns but still its fine as that was part of experiments.  Slowly I adapted to what was happening within some years, I adapted with those eyes, I adapted with questions, and I adapted to experiments and thankfully so do my friends but not with parents. Then it was confirmed that I was suffering from Psoriasis which can’t be cured. If this was big then it was not enough, I soon caught by yet another unknown disease. I woke up at morning, evening or any sudden time, my whole body shaken and threw me on floor. At start it happened once, and then twice, many times; this time too nobody knows what happening to me or even doctors who checked me that time. Some even predicted something which I can’t even talk about but some people close they behaved as they believed which hurts more than those pains every time I was getting falling down on floor. By God’s Grace I finally got doctors who knew of my diseases and now I am on good hands. But then also experiments are going on as even they are not sure whether they can cure me or not. Each time I visit my doctors they ask me one common question “Do I have BF or not?”

My mom doesn’t like this calling of BF or love affair but still doc. ask me. Within my heart wanted to ask- are you talking of a life partner or a scapegoat? And am sure doctor won’t be able to answer that.