When you are new among strangers, in my country we have a saying: you feel like Adam in Mother's Day. That's how I feel now. My name is Enrique, and I am from Montevideo, Uruguay, a very, very small but large hearted country. I am married (twice, but not at the same time) and have five children, three by my previous marriage. I am a gas systems designer, and I run my own company of gas installations. In January 1993 I was hospitalized with a very bad case of hemoptisis, and everybody, including my doctors, took that symptom as lung cancer. Before that, I started to have severe dizzyness, impaired hearing and loss of muscular mass. After 25 days in the hospital, and lots of tests, all the symptoms disappeared, and the head of the team of doctors that took my case came to my bedside and told me that they were discharging me, but he was sorry I should leave undiagnosed. They did not know what I had, and did not understand why the sudden change of my health condition. I left, and that night my family and I had a nice party celebrating that I had not cancer. From then on I had an uneventful health history, and never took any medication. In December 2008 I started with a light case of hemoptisis, and on the 27th of that same month I woke up without being able to utter a single word. I checked with an ORL, who blamed my condition on gastroesofagic reflux (is it the right term in English?) I more or less regained the ability to speak, but with a coarse voice, and then, on Feb. 28, 2009 my glottis collapsed on my larinx and I almost choked to death. I arrived uncounscious to the hospital and awoke three days later with tubes in my mouth and nose and my left arm. I stayed hospitalized for 45 days and again the doctors did not know the reason of my ailments, which now included a slight kidney insufficiency and two lung nodules; I remember they were treated separately. Then a doctor friend of mine insisted that I saw a very good internist in the same hospital, Dr. Cichevski. This physician came to my bedside with my medical history and started to ask me questions about my previous hospitalization. Two days later he came with the diagnosis: I had WG. I asked my wife to download information about this ailment from internet; the very first words I read were: Rare disease with a dreadful diagnostic. I did six months of CF, together with massive doses of pred; then I switched to 2 grams dayly of CellCept and started to lower the dose of pred. Now I continue with 2 grams of CC and 5 mg (day in, day out) of pred. I feel wonderful and try not to think too much about Dr. Wegener. I love life, my children, my wife, my books. And believe me, I love the people who, like all of you, struggle with all their strength to carry a normal life despite, well, despite Dr. Wegener. I am also from down under, and that's why I talk funny.


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