I was under so much stress in 2007 when my grandmother passed away. After she passed, I started having sores and skin blemishes. I was 38 years old, and I knew it wasn't acne. I went to my dermatologist, and as I was walking through the doctor's door it was like once again God was warning me. I could hear him say you have lupus. Blood work was taken and a biopsy done in my ear. A few days later there it was–I was diagnosed with lupus.