I am twenty-eight years old and I live in Montevideo, Uruguay. I was diagnosed when I was eight, after years of studies of every kind, to figure out what was going on with me. As the years went by I began to become more conscious of how complex this illness is. For many years I was tortured by the pictures and sad news that I refused to accept.

Today, after two pregnancies and normal births, I have two beautiful and healthy children, one is four and the other six. Many times I have cried thinking that I may not see them become adults and form their own families, but then again, who really knows that?

Some days I wake up in a lot of pain, or when I am fixing breakfast for my kids I drop things because my hands become rigid. But a lot of that “clumsiness” and the pain disappears when I see everything I have: a family to run, a job, many friends, and most of all, a lot of energy, I feel like nothing can stop me from living life to the fullest.