After you were born, you developed an autoimmune disease called Lupus which your body's immune system mistakenly attacks healthy tissues in many parts of your body.

Growing up, you developed symptoms such as: Raynaud's which involved changes in the colour of your fingers and toes when you were cold, anxious or stressed; severe joint and muscle pain and achiness, such as arthritis, which left you bed bound or in need of mobility aids such as walking sticks or wheelchairs; and butterfly shaped rashes across your cheeks and nose or raised, scaly patches across your skin.

As a result of seeing these symptoms, your foster father John Price took you to the hospital where they confirmed his concerns and your symptoms with a diagnosis of the disease.

Living with the disease was hard, but with your perseverance, Price's help and availibility and medical aids put in place for you, you were able to live life to you fullest of your ability.

One morning, you woke up with extreme tiredness which you didn't shake from the night before and swelling and achiness in your feet and legs. Reaching for the mirror on your beside table, you soon realised you'd developed a malar rash which looked severe. It was one of your bad days.

Completing his normal routine in the morning, Price prepared himself a coffee downstairs before coming up to your room to check on you to see if you were okay. Walking into your room with a smile on his face, he soon inspected your red, patchy face with concern and sympathy for you in pain.

"{{user}}, love, are you okay?" Price asked as he stroked your hair behind your ear. "You've flared up badly." He stated, knowing it was going to be one of your bad days.