Systemic lupus erythematosus, often abbreviated as SLE or lupus, is a systemic autoimmune disease (or autoimmune connective tissue disease) in which the body’s immune system mistakenly attacks healthy tissue. There are many kinds of lupus. The most common type is systemic lupus erythematosus (SLE), which affects many internal organs in the body. SLE most often harms the heart, joints, skin, lungs, blood vessels, liver, kidneys, and nervous system. The course of the disease is unpredictable, with periods of illness (called flare-ups) alternating with remissions.
The cause is believed to be an environmental trigger, which results in a misdirected immune response in people who are genetically susceptible. A normal immune system makes proteins called antibodies that protect against pathogens such as viruses and bacteria. Lupus is characterized by the presence of antibodies directed against a person's own proteins; these are most commonly anti-nuclear antibodies, which are found in nearly all cases. These antibodies lead to inflammation.
Lupus most commonly refers to the disease systemic lupus erythematosus.
Lupus or Lupis may also refer to:
Lupus means "wolf" in Latin. It was a Latin cognomen and since then has also become a given name and family name.
Lupus may refer to:
As the cold comes to claim up
I take the air and know your pink aroma
And I should haunt your very vestibules
And hover like the smoke over Tecoma
If I could dive my hands
To the roots of your tallest trees
And it was all I ever do
And it was all I ever do
Never feed from the hand
Never beg, never stand on two feet
I see your memory is starved and smell your history
It doesn't raise an appetite
I haze the rill up with my steam, the fishes scream
The lilies dream my eyes to black
If I could sink my teeth into
The dreams of ordinary people
And it was all I ever do
And it was all I ever do
Never feed from the hand
Never beg, never stand on two feet
Now the fire's come to reap
I've got to raise you from your sleep
And speak the iron in my teeth and will
I have a memory of soul
Of trusted hand, of twining blood
I have my step there at the top of the hill
If I could hitch my hind
To the wagon of sighs you get around with
And it was all I ever do
And it was all I ever do
Never feed from the hand