Even if you’re not the one who has arthritis,
it still hurts.

An older brother’s story of what happens when a younger brother gets arthritis…

I woke up to the sound of my younger brother, Sam, crying in pain. Mama was hugging him, saying that he will get better soon. He was complaining of pain in his joints. My parents left in a little while to go to the doctor. They had forgotten to fix me breakfast.

That evening, when they came back, I learned the words – ‘Juvenile Arthritis’ – that’s what my baby brother was suffering from. I googled it and found out that 294,000 children under the age of 18 have it. My brother was one among them. A Brother’s Story

The next few weeks were a nightmare. The swelling on my brother’s joints would give him unbearable pain and he’d cry out. I could do nothing. I stopped teasing him and even gave him my Play Station. It didn’t help much … the pain was bigger than all of that.

One day, mama came home and said that they had found a good doctor. He gave Sam a whole bunch of medicines, which had unpronounceable names. But they worked and the best part is that mama found an online pharmacy called www.internationaldrugmart.com, where she could order the drugs through the computer. Now, she didn’t have to step out to buy the medicine. She could spend all day at home with Sam (And me when I came back from school, yaay!)

Slowly Sam started getting better. He started playing with me. He stopped crying. I felt like life was back to normal. But when it rains, Sam’s arthritis really hurts, and he still doesn’t run as much as he used to. Neither do I.

Once, when I went with Sam to his doctor, he said, “Juvenile Arthritis cannot control your life, if you control Juvenile Arthritis with the right medication.” I’m so glad Sam has found a way to control Mr. Pain (That’s what we call the illness.)

In four weeks, we’re all going to Walk for Arthritis. Over a 100 people have registered. The money from this Walk will be sent to a Research Center, which is searching for a cure for Juvenile Arthritis. Maybe, when I grow up and if they still haven’t found a cure, I’ll join them.

Adam Jenkins, 12 years old


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