I have had sickle cell anemia since I was a child. I grew up like most other kids. I would sometimes take the medication “hydroxyurea”. This medication helps me to cope with some of the pain that I experience. This pain happens when some of my red blood cells get stuck and have trouble traveling through my blood vessels. This happens because of my disease. Sickle cell anemia is an inherited disease. It affects some of your red blood cells by making them shaped abnormally. While normal red blood cells are round, Sickle cell anemia causes some of my red blood cells to be shaped like a sickle, or other deformed shapes. The doctors discovered that I had this disorder by performing “Hemoglobin electrophoresis”. This disease does not affect me mentally. The abnormally shaped blood cells contain “Hemoglobin S”. The red blood cells contain a lot of the oxygen that the body needs, and the abnormally shaped blood cells have more
trouble carrying the oxygen. The only way to truly cure my disease is through a bone marrow transplant, which replaces the factory in my body, which produces red blood cells. Most people at my school know that I have this disease, even though I haven’t told them. I feel that people who talk to me and know I have this disorder try to be nicer to me or treat me differently just because I have this condition. Although I know that they are not really trying to do this, or they really are trying to treat me normally, this treatment sometimes gets annoying. Although I know this could work to my advantage, the treatment of people always giving me the benefit of the doubt about most things, can also grow annoying. I think it’s stupid for people to automatically believe me when I say that I didn’t do something wrong, when I easily could have. My attitude toward life is probably a little better than the average person. Because I have r