I used to be a fiercely independent dance teacher, who was passionate about helping others and living life to the full. Fast forward a few years to the night before my final teaching exam, where I was rushed into hospital for the first time without any understanding of what was to come. At the time I was told that my immune system had crashed simply because I had overexerted myself, when in fact I had a rare genetic condition that would cause my quality of life to rapidly decline.
Since receiving the correct diagnosis my life became a constant rotation of hospital admissions, appointments, treatments, medication trials, pain and sickness. I also had the difficult task of accepting the fact I could no longer dance, that I was dependent on full-time care and the use of a wheelchair. All of which caused me to feel as if my life suddenly had no purpose and that I no longer had any dignity or privacy.