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New Hope

December 1, 2009

I’d like to share this news recently reported from Tel Aviv University about stem cell research aimed at finding a cure for MS.  The Israelis have been very successful in stem cell research in other fields, particularly Cardiology, finding a way to differentiate stem cells taken from a patient and using them to stimulate the patient’s heart muscle to repair it’s own heart damage after heart attack.  With that kind of success and the progress reported here regarding MS, progress in repairing myelin sheath seems very possible and maybe soon.

http://finance.yahoo.com/news/BrainStorm-Stem-Cell-Therapy-bw-292256593.html?x=0&.v=1

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Pregnancy and MS

December 1, 2009

This news report came into my inbox today and I thought many of you would be interested.  MS often strikes women before they have had children or before they’ve had all the children they want, so this report holds some good news for those women.   Nice to have good news once in a while!

http://www.medpagetoday.com/Neurology/MultipleSclerosis/17164?userid=66928&impressionId=1259128877512&utm_source=mSpoke&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=DailyHeadlines&utm_content=Group1

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Smell the Roses

November 3, 2009

Recently, I drove around the neighborhood running errands. I went to the dry cleaner, picked up prescriptions at the pharmacy, did some shopping at the bookstore, and picked up weekend supplies at the grocery store.  At every stop, there were people who smiled and interacted with me in pleasant ways, with whom I had small conversations that made my afternoon very nice.  On the way home, I found myself smiling with an overwhelming feeling of gladness.  I realized that I had done all these things in one afternoon and was on my way home with enough energy, both emotional and physical, to unload the car. 

Part of this is a positive effect of the low-dose Naltrexone I started 2 months ago, part of it is that the weather is getting cooler and my fatigue isn’t constantly triggered by heat anymore, and part of it is good planning and energy conservation on my part.  But the biggest part was just enjoying good moments on a good day.  I am generally a pretty positive person, but this day was nicer than most and for no real concrete reason, it was just because I took a moment to smell the roses, to appreciate the little moments that came my way that day.

Since I posted the blog last Monday, “Don’t Look Back,” I have talked with many people about the concept of not looking back regretfully with regard to life with MS.  Overwhelmingly, the topic that comes up next in these conversations is that not only is it best not to dwell on what used to be but that in your decisive movement forward it is important and beneficial to go slowly enough to notice the moments in your life that are really good.  There are always times in life when it feels good to be where you are, when you can appreciate a smile from someone, or an important accomplishment, or just that moment when you feel that you are really in this spot for a reason.  I don’t believe anyone’s life is without those moments, but sometimes it’s hard to see them when there are so many worries and fears crowding your mind.  When you can recognize and savor those moments, your life is enriched in very positive ways and in fact, those around you benefit, too.

I just wanted to share that with you…that the other day I suddenly noticed the scent of roses wafting my way in the car, on the way home from the grocery store, on just an average day.  

They sure smelled good.

 

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Don’t Look Back

October 25, 2009

There’s a lot of history to the idea that one should move forward with one’s life and not look back, with either longing or regret. There’s that old saying “you can never go home again” meaning you can’t ever go back to the way it was.  People say of their lives, “I have no regrets” as if it’s a big accomplishment, and it is, to be happy with the life you’ve lived that brought you to where you are today.  There’s the biblical story of Lot and his wife, banished from their hometown and told never to look back, and not to regret leaving because it was a bad place to be.  Lot’s wife, however, could not quite forget the home it had been to them; she had to look back and she turned to a pillar of salt, just as she had been warned. 

Last weekend was one of those weekends when the past came to haunt me in spades. There were so many memories of people and activities and work and past expectations that came to remind me that my options are very different now, for as many reasons as there were memories.

It started with the weather on Saturday.  In years past, on a day like that, with weather perfectly clear, breeze light and crisp, sun beginning that descent in the sky that gives the light a clarity that it only has in the fall and winter, I would not have hesitated to hop in the car with a tripod and a few cameras and to head off for a photo shoot somewhere in the near vicinity.  I used to take little day jaunts several times every fall and winter, whenever a weekend arrived with weather like that. It’s when the air is clearest and hence the light is the best.  My favorite, most popular and most famous shots were taken on those weekend day trips.  I’ve built whole series and whole exhibits on some of those weekend shoots.  You wouldn’t believe how blue the sky will photograph on days like that, and the textures in black and white: phenomenal. 

But I can’t do that anymore.  I can manage a shoot standing in an area of about 10 feet in diameter, for an hour, with a chair close by.  Driving isn’t a problem, it’s the getting all the equipment in and out of the car, setting up, all the walking and moving around, taking equipment down and packing it back in the car that’s the problem.  Besides that, I have neither the energy nor the strength to put together an exhibit anymore, nor the money with which to do it because I am not able to work much now.

Later on Saturday, as I was having lunch and thinking about what I’d do instead of photography on such a perfect day, I got a message on Facebook from a friend in Sri Lanka.  I met her husband while setting up one of my exhibits years ago and I instantly became friends with them both.  We were part of a gang of friends at the time who were all involved in architecture and photography and we frequently got together over art and business and food and fun.  My friends moved back to Sri Lanka a few years ago and it wasn’t long before the whole gang sort of dissolved; people moved back to their homelands, others got married and had babies, and some got new jobs taking them in different directions, just the usual stuff that happens in life.  I looked at some photos on her and her husband’s Facebook pages and saw how great they look and how beautiful their surroundings are.  I miss them and the times we had back then, I miss the social scene we had created, I miss all the people, and I miss the events we participated in.  I am sorry those times are over and that most of those people are gone now but very glad to have had those times.

Talking to my Sri Lankan friend also reminded me of all the traveling I’ve done. The scenes in photos where I see them in Sri Lanka remind me a lot of the time I spent in Asia many years ago when my parents lived in Malaysia.  The architecture and landscape and even how they have described their home reminds me of Hong Kong, Kuala Lumpur, Bangkok and Singapore.  I’ve been to a lot of other places around the world, too, but nothing really compares to the wonder and adventure of Asia, where things and people are so different from home.  I always thought that by this point in my life I would be ready to travel more, not less, but things don’t always turn out as planned.

With changing circumstances, though, come changing opportunities.  Writing and blogging and interacting with others who have health conditions similar to mine have created new opportunities for friendship that I would never have found otherwise.   I am so glad that I have managed to not be frozen by the things I can’t do anymore, that I have not turned to a pillar of salt with regret over what I have lost in the past several years, because that would have denied me the new people and opportunities that have come my way and those still waiting just around the next corner.

It’s different making friends all over the country, even all over the world, without ever meeting them in person, but this is the modern age where distance is no longer an impediment.  I talk with my new friend Amy, who lives in New Jersey, as if she’s next door and I truly feel no less close to her because she’s not.  I interact with people in distant, isolated places where there is no one close by who understands their conditions or how it must feel to be so changed by uncontrollable disease.  Being able to give them an understanding ear gives me a huge sense of satisfaction.  Through all of this I am also finding a voice with which to write more in the future and that is something I can do without leaving home.  Interestingly, the charge that writing gives my internal creative “battery” is not dissimilar to what I feel from a day out shooting photographs;  so in some sense and as I am beginning to see it now, the loss of one has led to the creation of the other.

I understand the pillar of salt warning in a different way now.  It’s about not looking back in a way that petrifies your future. It’s about not being so upset about what you have to leave behind that you can’t move forward in your life, so regretful that you turn into an unmoving, lifeless pillar of salt who is left behind by everyone else who goes forward with their lives. 

So, I am learning and I’m trying to remember not to look back but instead to look forward to what’s coming, whatever it might be.  Still, sometimes it is still very hard not to look back.

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Marching to a Different Drummer

October 23, 2009

When we named our son, we were told that his name in the Hebrew meant “to hear or be heard” with some connotation of hearing a different drummer.  I had no idea at the time how true that would be about him, both in his penchant for being heard and his marching to a slightly different drummer.  At the time, I just thought, “Cool, that’s the way I’ve always been, too!”   I didn’t even know back then how true that was going to be for me, either.  I was a healthy, first-time mom with nothing but hope for the future.

Honestly, maybe “marching” isn’t quite accurate in my case now, but I think the phrase applies anyway.  For this post I am going to write a different story about my experience with MS.  This story might be different from most of the stories you’ve heard, it’s different from most I’ve heard, and that’s why I want to tell it.  It’s not that I think my path is the right path for anyone other than me.  I share it because it might be a path that would be good for someone else and it is a path that is not often heard.  Almost daily I review my choices in comparison to what I read from other people, always wondering if where I am today would be different had I approached my healthcare, specifically the treatment of my MS, differently…most assuredly the result would have been different, but would it have been better?  Maybe so, maybe not, but I value the comparative process for its ability to give me some hindsight as I move forward every day, making new decisions with my doctor as to how we’ll proceed from here.

I have heard the stories of many, many MS patients from all over the world.  I really don’t know how representative of all MS patients they are, or how statistically accurate my perceptions are based on these stories, blog comments and posts, articles on information sites, entries on discussion sites, and stories in periodical magazines and papers.  What I can say is that among all the stories I’ve read and heard, I have seen some definite patterns among these patients.  Rarely do I read a story from a patient whose path sounds very much like mine.  Don’t get me wrong, my symptoms are very much like everyone else’s, each of us having our own particular collection but sharing the typical types of problems.  It is my treatment path that is so different from most I’ve read.  I wonder if there are others like me who just aren’t writing now, or if I really have had a different experience from most.

I am particularly interested in patients who have had MS as long as I have.  I have 20 years of history with this disease and 20 years of experience living with it, around it, and despite it.  I have learned a lot along the way and figured out a lot of coping strategies, but still I like to hear what other people have discovered works for them…I never know when something they do might work well for me, too.

Since we’re all a little different, let me start with a brief history of my version of MS in case you haven’t read all my previous posts.  If you have, then you can skip the next 5 or 6 paragraphs… 🙂

In November, 1989, I was walking along in the zoo with my husband, 2 kids and my father-in-law.  I was pushing my 8 month old in the stroller when suddenly I felt a feeling like a switch was tripped in my head that sent an electrical shock-like feeling traveling from my head down my right arm and right leg causing my right arm and leg to instantly become intensely tingly and the muscles rigid.  I was literally frozen in my tracks.   I called to my husband and he rushed over to where I was standing like a statue.  The spasm passed in a minute or two and he helped me to a nearby bench where we sat for some time until I felt like walking on to the car. 

Those spasms continued to happen frequently, spontaneously several times an hour and additionally, every time I moved, talked or laughed.  I felt a continuous and very disturbing buzzing sensation all over my body and very quickly my muscles became very sore from the repeated spasmic tensing.

When we went to the emergency room, the doctors did some blood tests and a physical exam but were stumped.  They gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxer and told me to find a neurologist.  The muscle relaxer, actually a central nervous system depressant, helped immediately to reduce the buzzing sensation and lessened but did not alleviate the spasms that were gripping my right side.  They reassured us that whatever it was, it was not life threatening and that I would be ok until we got in to see the neurologist.

We got in to see a neurologist a few days later.  He ordered an electro-encephalogram while the technician watched my spasm activity and marked on the read-out when each one happened…this gave him no useful information as the spasms did not show up on the EEG as anything unusual.  Other symptoms had appeared in the few days before I saw him, of which he took note in my medical record…slight slurring of my speech during the spasms, nystagmus in my eyes when really tired, extreme muscle weakness, dizziness and unsteadiness, an odd kind of nausea that was a kind of vertigo, an electrical shock sensation when I tipped my head downward (l’Hermitte’s symptom), uncoordinated gait during spasms due to inability to control the right side, tingling and numbness in extremities along with a general buzzing-like sensation everywhere except my head and a pattern of spasms happening whenever I attempted a movement…triggered by intention, the doctor said.  I was particularly puzzled by the stimulation of spasms if I laughed; I began to try not to, which was as unpleasant as all the rest of those symptoms.

The doctor saw the MRI I had a few years earlier for headaches and said it didn’t show anything he could use to diagnose the problem.  He and the radiologist who originally looked at the MRI when it was done both said there were white spots on my brain, but back then they didn’t know they were MS lesions!  He conducted a neuro exam and then announced that none of the tests were definitive and he would have to observe my condition over a period of several months to determine the diagnosis by differentiation from other diseases through observation. That was and sometimes still is the common way to diagnose MS and I am sure that many of you had that same frustrating answer if you were diagnosed back in the Stone Age.  He finally diagnosed MS a year later by which time I had already figured that out for myself just based on what I read during that year.  He didn’t call it Relapsing/Remitting MS for at least another year.

There were no available therapies for MS at that time, so I set about trying to figure out what helped and what made it worse. My different drummer was beating out the pace for me, I didn’t have time to dawdle, I had children to raise and a home to keep, and I couldn’t just sit there with a disease no one knew how to treat.  I started forcing my body to do what it didn’t do normally anymore and that helped a lot. It was 20 years before anyone confirmed with me that my thought, keeping the nerve pathways active in areas where they were messed up, was a good one…it just made sense to me and I saw it work over a period of time. Reducing saturated fat and increasing lean protein in my diet helped, too, it seemed to give me more strength and energy.  I learned the getting a lot of sleep every night was crucial to functioning as well as possible. I became very conscious of hygiene with everyone who stepped into our house once I realized that illness with fever completely debilitated me for a period of days. After that started, we were the healthiest family in town, no flu or cold or anything for years at a time!  All of these things still help and I continue to do them.

The symptoms that appeared in my first episode took a little more than a year to remit, but they did fully remit and I was symptom free, except for the buzzing, for 5 years. When I had my first relapse 5 years later, it was much milder than the original episode and it remitted in a couple of weeks, almost completely except for a little numbness in my toes and the ever present buzzing.  I still take the CNS depressant every day for that and I don’t really notice it anymore, it is sort of like background noise at this point.   I continued to be vigilant about rest, diet and hygiene. 

About 10 years after that relapse, my RRMS turned into Secondary Progressive MS.  I say about 10 years because this was a gradual transition, I began to have more symptoms that developed gradually and stayed instead of going away as they do in RRMS. I began to notice little changes, slight symptoms, at about that time but it was not real obvious what was going on.  I kept expecting it to be a prelude to an attack that never came.  I haven’t had what I would call a relapse, a full-blown attack, since changing to SPMS; it is more just a slow development of more symptoms. It is only in hindsight that I know approximately when that change occurred.  I had about 16 years of RRMS from that first episode that lasted a year and including that one serious but short relapse until the change to SPMS about four years ago.  The literature I’ve read says that it is common for that change to occur about 15 years after the initial diagnosis of RRMS, so I guess I was right on schedule, maybe for the first time ever!

When I heard about Betaseron and immune system modulating (suppressant) therapies like Copaxone coming onto the market in the early 1990s, I approached my doctor about them, asking questions and wanting to know his opinion about using them.   I will never forget his terse answer, “I don’t do those things with my patients.”  Ok, so back then they were new and experimental and to many doctors, unproven, I could accept that up to a point.  I went away and decided to look into the drugs anyway, finding as much info as I could back then, not having access to the internet.  I figured if I decided I wanted them I could always find another doctor. I eventually decided for myself, that I didn’t want to do the interferon because the side effects seemed terrible and it was something incompatible with having children and breastfeeding.  I’m glad I made that decision at that time.  When Copaxone came out a little later and my doctor still was not prescribing those things, I again investigated and thought that I didn’t want to suppress my entire immune system to prevent relapse of symptoms that didn’t seem that bad.  I could find no info about how taking it might impact having more children, but honestly, the immune suppression worried me more.  I began to evaluate every treatment that became available from a perspective of whether it made sense to me in the healthcare of my whole body, not just from the perspective of MS therapy.  I still maintain that conviction; that the health of my whole body is the goal, maximizing all systems together and not treating any part at the expense of any other part.  It has taken me 20 years to fully develop that whole plan and to put together a team of doctors who support me in that effort as well.

So here’s where I am now…I live on my own in a tall house with stairs…don’t laugh, those stairs are part of my physical therapy.  My kids are off at college now so I manage most things myself even if the pace I very slow. I go grocery shopping, drive myself to doctor appointments and to the gym for physical therapy. I do a two-hour physical therapy routine each week which tremendously helps my strength to walk and move.  I occasionally go out with friends and entertain in my home, which is a great pleasure for me. I have to rest often and schedule activities carefully to maximize available strength, but most of the time I can do what I need and want to do.  In the past few years, enzymatic digestive problems have been added to my set of symptoms, so I have begun to learn how to properly add dietary supplements to my diet to make sure my body has all it needs to stay healthy.  With the addition of those supplements, I saw an immediate reduction in digestive problems but even more impressive was the marked improvement in blood pressure, cholesterol readings, and arthritis symptoms.  Great!

My MS is now most focused in my left leg below the hip, with some tiny traces of muscle weakness in my other leg and in my hands when I have over exhausted myself. I am extremely heat sensitive and moderately cold sensitive so if I get stuck outside in the summer heat for more that a few moments, my whole body stops working and I have to sit somewhere cool and recover.  Fortunately, where I live it is not extremely cold or cold for very much of the year, so that problem is minimal.  I have never had optic neuritis or any eye symptoms except nystagmus in the early years after my first episode.  The skin over my toes and feet is pretty numb but underneath is not so I can feel what my feet are doing.    I rarely get sick with anything, but if I get a virus or something with a fever, I am totally debilitated and bedridden until the fever passes.

With SPMS, I have redeveloped an unbalanced, unsteadiness to my gait. Strengthening my “core” with physical therapy has helped with that a lot but still sometimes I stagger a bit, or suddenly turn in an unexpected direction. I have the ubiquitous fatigue as well, sometimes in my whole body and sometimes just in specific muscles…you know the kind I mean, not like your arm is tired from playing a set of tennis and not like you didn’t get enough sleep last night, but rather the tiredness down to your bones, like the energy has just been wrung out of those limbs completely and you can’t lift them at all.  Sometimes I get a little dizzy, too, and the balance is a little off.  That’s where the infamous Big Stick comes in; it helps a lot with balance and allows me to maintain good posture.  I have other auto immune diseases, too, thyroiditis, B12 deficiency, both controlled with medication, and arthritis which just is what it is….it has not been diagnosable so far as any particular type, it doesn’t fit any mold. My joints hurt and crack and stiffen up to a different drummer, too. 

All in all though, my basic systems are very healthy, especially for my age…good blood pressure, all organs functioning well, great cholesterol readings, good vision and hearing, good cardio-pulmonary functioning, and I’m hardly ever sick with the usual stuff that goes around, maybe once every 5 years.  At least I don’t have to worry about all this stuff; the bigger problems are enough. 

So enough about me; what difference have I noticed among my blog, Facebook, and gmail friends and acquaintances?  The most striking one is that almost everyone I’ve come to know or read about began a drug therapy regimen early on in the course of their disease, whereas I did not. 

Most people who write on my Facebook page or to my email account or comment on this blog talk at some point about the drug therapy regimen they are on.  They may extol the virtues and benefits of the drug their doctor has prescribed for them or they may bemoan the fact that everything they have tried has disappointed them or that they eventually had to stop taking the drug for one reason or another.   Right now everyone is talking about having the flu or colds or relapses while I am just glad to be getting some cooler weather!  I haven’t read stories from anyone who never took any immune modulating drugs of any kind, no Betaseron, no Copaxone, Avonex, Rebif, or any of the other drugs and therapies.  Where are the others like me? They must be out there somewhere!

Even though most patients with whom I communicate took the path of drug therapy and I did not, I don’t see much difference between where I’ve ended up after 5, 10, 15 or 20 years compared with all the people whose therapy stories I’ve read.  For the most part, everybody does well in the early years of RRMS, has relapses periodically, sometimes on the drug therapy, sometime when they go off.  I sometimes wonder if the relapses that happen when they get off the drug are a sort of rebound effect, maybe not; it’s just a thought.  But then I wonder about the relapses they get while on a drug that is supposed to prevent progression to some degree and wonder what that means.  I don’t know which group, on drugs, coming off drugs, or never on drugs, has more relapses or worse relapses; that would be an interesting statistic to see.  I do think I’m seeing them have more common illness than I do; maybe they have children bringing germs home from school or maybe they are not big hand washers like I am or maybe the immune suppressing drugs are allowing that. That’s something people have to weigh when considering whether to use a drug; what the side effects might be and what they are willing to tolerate.

All of this raises “what if” questions in my mind: What if I had started taken Betaseron or Copaxone when they first came out; would I be in a different condition now?  Would my MS be significantly different, better or worse?  Would my general health be better or worse than it is today?  What if they had chosen a path more like mine, how would their conditions be different today?  I’ve talked to people who began taking the drugs as soon as they appeared on the market and who are more debilitated  than I am now and others who seem in about the same condition as me.  Am I doing pretty well having no drug therapy all these years for reasons related to my own individual case of MS and how it progressed on it’s own, or did the choices I made contribute to that outcome?  I guess we’ll never have definitive answers to the “what ifs” no matter what scenario we talk about because with a disease like this one, there is no predictability of progression or outcome.  And I will always have “what ifs” popping into my mind…I think that comes with the different drummer, too.

It amazes me that I stumbled onto a path so different from everyone else and for almost 20 years it stayed that way.  Part of it was my doctor’s attitude that pushed me in that direction.  But I couldn’t just sit there watching my body destroy itself, I had to do something myself. Interestingly, I hear he has changed his ways with new patients though he never changed with me. When my symptoms started to change about 4 years ago, one of my other doctors mentioned a doctor she thought might be better for me at that point.  On her advice, I left the original doctor’s practice a year ago to join a more research oriented physician, only to find that not much has gone on in the development of therapies for SPMS.  Still, I am finding new ideas and new things to try with SPMS, some things are helping a lot, some not so much.  I am finding that maybe my drummer is even more important now that I have SPMS, to which the medical community has not paid much attention.

I’ve always marched to the beat of a different drummer, doing things differently from everyone else, being observant and trying things out for myself, listening to my doctors but making decisions based on what made sense to me.  That’s the right way for me and now I wonder whether the result of the path beat by my drummer is really so different from the more conventionally traveled path.  It’s hard to know really, but I do know this, my drummer’s path was and is most comfortable for me and has always felt right for me. In the end, that in itself is a very important part of good healthcare: doing what’s right for you and doing that with which you are comfortable.  I also really value how much I’ve learned on this path, having to consider all the options and making my own decisions at every fork in the road. It has given me some sense of control over this uncontrollable disease and I think that’s very important to maintaining a good state of mind.

For better or worse, this is my path, marching to a different drummer.

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What About Diet?

September 30, 2009

Linda Elsegood has a very interesting post on her LDN Research Trust site in which she talks about greatly improving her condition through diet, supplements and low-dose naltrexone (LDN).  You can see our conversation about this at the bottom of the comments to her blog on the link below.

http://forum.ldnresearchtrust.org/index.php?/topic/1304-linda-elsegoods-story-2009/page__gopid__3871&#entry3871

I wonder what experiences everyone else has had with improvement through diet. Please add your stories here so we can all benefit by your experience.  Most of us are not going to hear very much about that from our doctors, we need to hear it from each other. 

I’m anxiously awaiting your comments!

Jan.

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If The Shoe Fits

September 29, 2009

I’ve been doing a lot of research and networking on MS sites lately.  I spread the word about my own blog that way and I learn a lot in the process.   I have found a lot of blog sites where conversation is quite lively and other sites that give information of all kinds.  Even better, I’ve made some new friends from all over the world.  You can meet some of them in the comment section of my blog here or on my Facebook pages linked in the right margin. The question and answer type blog sites are packed with people and they talk about all kinds of things…mostly related to MS, but sometimes not…interesting either way!  I look forward to meeting more of you commenting on my blog stories and starting conversations here, too.

Someone asked me the other day why I put links on my blog that don’t exactly match my way of thinking….well duh!  I am sure that everyone reading my blog has a mind of his or her own and might think differently from me!  I put links on here that have information of all kinds and from as many sources as I can find not only because I want to know what’s going on out there but also because the more information you and I have, the better we can evaluate what treatments and approaches might be best for us in our individual situations. 

My thought is, read all the information, try it on for size, and if the shoe fits, take it home with you.  If not, leave it for someone else.

When I go see the doctor, I like to go with questions and topics in hand that I’ve read about online and think might be worth considering for my own treatment.  That has often helped my doctor and me to better match treatment options to my needs and my preferences and thereby choose treatments that work best in my life, and that’s very important.  After all, treating our MS is really about maintaining quality of life and understanding how that is defined by each of us as individuals is the key to achieving the best quality of life possible. The only way to really do that is to consider the pros and cons of all the options, to hear the info from the doctors, the drug companies, and the patients who go before us, and then really think about how we feel those options would, or would not, make our lives better.  We have to be well informed in order to participate in defining and maintaining the life we can have despite MS.  It’s by participating that we will get what we want…to the degree that it’s possible.

I work on this research and networking almost every day and I find more stuff to list almost every day.  Even when I don’t find a new site, I find new info posted on sites I frequent and that’s great, too.

I hope you’ll take a look at the Links page in the right margin and check it regularly for new ones.  I look forward to a growing group of you joining our conversations here and on my Facebook pages, too.  I am so enjoying getting to know you all! 

Jan.

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Don’t Be Afraid

September 23, 2009

When I was a little girl, the only chef on TV was Julia Child.  I think she influenced me much more than I previously realized.   I have always cooked totally without fear. I am the only person I know who will prepare something I’ve never made before when I’m having guests for dinner.  In fact, that’s my favorite thing to do.  I recently saw the new movie, “Julie & Julia,” and when it showed the famous Julia Child TV moment when she trills in that voice that Meryl Streep did so perfectly, “Don’t be afraid!” I suddenly remembered seeing that show all those years ago when Julia said that.  I had long since forgotten it, and in that moment the memory brought back the way Julia made me feel when I heard her say that…I felt a bravado, like I could do anything and there was no reason to be afraid, not of food, not of anything. 

Here it is, umpteen years later and that feeling is just part of me now.  I certainly cook that way, but until that revelation in the movie theatre, I hadn’t noticed that I really approach everything that way.  I’m not a big risk-taker or anything; Mom overruled Julia’s influence in that regard…but “Don’t Be Afraid” is my general attitude toward things I want to do, and things I have to do, too.  It’s certainly the way I have always tackled emergencies and crises and it is the way I deal with MS.  

But let’s be honest here, fear and denial are hard to resist when facing disease and the radical life changes that can come with it.   I don’t want to lecture here, but I do want to share my story with regard to fear and denial, with the hope that it may help others avoid some of the pitfalls.

First, understand that MS is not considered a fatal disease and most people who have it live a normal life span.  The unpredictability of the course of the disease is certainly scary and particularly so because no two cases are alike. No one can ever really be sure how his or her case will progress.  But according to all sources I have read, by far the majority of cases are manageable and with appropriate adaptation, life will be good and long for most MS patients. 

On a personal level though, it’s not always as easy as it sounds.  The fact is that for me there was, and probably for most people with MS or any other serious diagnosis, a period of mourning to go through. The usual stages of mourning a death – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance – are not so different from the mourning of the loss of the life you expected to have.  The medical community might expect us to have a long life, but that doesn’t mean that we (or even most of us) will be able to live and work the way we would have without MS. It is hard to accept this sudden change in our lives, and fear and denial are very common upon receiving the surprise of an MS diagnosis.

For me, when I had my first episode and long before I was ultimately diagnosed, I had already pretty much figured out that I had MS so it didn’t come as a big surprise.   I didn’t have time to stop and be scared and I didn’t have time to waste on denial; I had two small children and I had to figure out what to do on a practical level right away.   Back then, an MS diagnosis was made after doctors watched your symptoms for a year to distinguish them from other diseases.  Not really so very scientific, this diagnosis by elimination, and it would certainly be easy to think that a doctor could misdiagnose on that basis.  That wait was frustrating for me, and at times I wondered whether it was MS or something else, but there really wasn’t time to dwell on that.  Now the diagnostic tools are better, and MRIs are particularly useful in diagnosing MS.  MRI technology was very new back in the early ‘80s when I had my first MRI because of chronic headaches.  I remember at the time that the radiologist and neurologist noted that there were spots on my brain but actually admitted that they didn’t know what they were or what they meant. My doctor now, looking back at those first early MRIs has no doubt about what those spots were then …they and we know so much more now and diagnosis based on MRIs is pretty reliable.  I’m glad they didn’t know what the spots were on that first MRI because I didn’t have my first episode for some years after that and knowing that MS was coming would have changed things needlessly, and not for the better.  I might have chosen not to have another child and that’s something I hate to even think might have happened.    

For many people, and I would venture to say most people, there is that period of time when you want to deny that you could have MS.  You’ll deny it for as long as possible, until all testing has been done and the doctor has made the definitive diagnosis and even then, many of us try to believe that there’s been a mistake or that something else will be revealed to change the doctor’s mind.  For me, a hint of denial came much later when I had been in remission for so long that some doctors started wondering if that diagnosis had been correct.  It was their questioning that led me to wonder and to hope that maybe it was something else.  Then, a few years ago when it shifted into Secondary Progressive MS, there were no more questions.  Denial is natural in situations where diagnosis is bad, unexpected, scary and filled with the unknown.  I don’t for a minute believe that a person shouldn’t experience it, I think it’s to be expected and to some degree it is the denial reaction that drives a patient to find out all he or she can, to seek multiple opinions and to look for all options possible in his or her situation.  That is a very good thing as long as it doesn’t drive you to hide your head in the sand and refuse to think about it at all.  I haven’t seen that happen very often with MS though, where something very obvious is happening to your body. 

Fear, though, is another thing entirely…there is a big difference between a bit of denial and the all-out fear reaction.

Having been in both places, I can tell you what I’ve learned.    Fear might be as natural as denial, but fear does a different thing to a person.  It drives people to do irrational things, to be tempted to make choices that in a more stable state of mind, they would never make.  It makes people desperate.  Often, desperation takes the form of trying crazy, dangerous or unproven measures to treat or cure disease. The presence of unbridled fear can allow a patient to accept a treatment prescription that in fact may not be best for him or her for a variety of reasons.   Other times it hinders the creation of a healthy partnership relationship with doctors who are there to help, causing a patient to rely on doctors or even family members to make all the healthcare decisions for him or her without giving input as to personal observations or informed concerns.  Fear tends to inhibit lively dialogue with healthcare professionals that would enable doctors to understand better what would be appropriate for you.  When you manage to keep a level head about it all, searching out information and thinking clearly, then you can make better, more intelligent decisions.  Of course, this requires availing yourself of resources both from medical sources, drug companies, and from other patients with similar disease having experience with what you are considering.  It’s a daunting job to take on this responsibility and not to just rely on someone else to make decisions for you…but it does wonders for dispelling fear and feelings of helplessness when you become part of the process and part of your treatment.  I don’t mean to say that you shouldn’t find a doctor in whom you can trust and with whom you can talk freely…it is essential to find such a doctor…but it is in your best interest to be a partner in decisions about your care, to ask questions, to bring up ideas for discussion about which you have read or heard, to weigh in your own mind all factors pro and con that are known about any particular treatment, and to think about everything very thoroughly before you make decisions with your doctor.   Your quality of life and the appropriate management of your disease depend on it and you can’t afford to let denial, much less fear, cloud your mind or impede your judgment. 

For 20 years I have worked hard never to let my fear of the unknown lead me to accept treatments for MS that to me, seemed to risk causing more harm to the health of my whole body than it promised to improve the MS.  I never want to take something that has side effects worse than the MS symptoms I already have, nor do I want to risk damage to organs or functions in my body that are perfectly healthy now. I never want to be so afraid that I will try anything without regard for the consequences that might follow.  Only you know how you feel and what you are willing to tolerate and to risk. I urge you to inform yourself, talk with your doctor, your spouse and family, read and do research, then confidently make decisions that are right for you. By doing that, you will gain the strength to forge forward with your life, disease and all.

And when in doubt, remember what Julia Child said, “Don’t be Afraid.”

 

Note:  As I prepared to post this newest blog, I came upon this article posted in “The Health Care Blog” called “Patient, Heal Thyself” by Don Kemper.   In it he states, and I paraphrase here,  that if we want better health care, we should be prepared to be smarter patients.   I couldn’t have said it better myself and I encourage my readers to read his blog along with mine.  I have linked it below.

http://http://www.thehealthcareblog.com/the_health_care_blog/2009/07/patient-heal-thyself-if-you-want-a-better-system-support-a-smarter-patient.html

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Fightin’ Mad

September 13, 2009

Sometimes I think about what I’ve already done, the parts of my life that are finished and behind me. I completed my education when I was 22yrs old like most people I guess.  I’ve had my children, which was probably the biggest thing I ever did.  I’ve been married and divorced. I recreated a life for myself as a single woman in my 40s. I built a photography business first in portraiture, then changed course and took on architectural photography, all the while doing fine art photography, too. I raised my kids, got  involved in their schools and our community. Then I helped them get into college and sent them off.  And now all of that is over and done.  So what do I do now?  I’m a full-time patient in transition between that last life and the next one that surely will become real sometime in the near future.  Maybe I’ll become a grandmother, or a new wife, or I don’t know what!  Sort of feels like it did at 18, when I went off to college and had no idea where my life was going to go, but I set off anyway sure that it will go somewhere. This time though, I have some limitations that I didn’t have last time I built a life.  It makes me mad.  Fightin’ mad.

I’m not mad at anyone in particular. I hope you read that title to mean I’m determined to fight and ready to go!  That’s what I am, not really mad.   Now that my MS has changed to Secondary Progressive I have to fight a lot harder to stay on top of it.   Interestingly, I am finding that the more I fight it, the more those efforts help and the more fighting I want to do.  I’m fighting it with a new energy I wouldn’t have thought possible a year ago.  As you know from my previous post, I have fought my body’s problems for the last 20 years, but now I have new weapons in my arsenal.

When my kids were little, my motivation to work hard against MS was to stay functional enough to raise them and to do that without them having to miss anything because their mom had MS.  Now the motivation is different, but not so different really. Now it’s me whom I don’t want to miss anything because of MS.  I want to have some part of the life I expected to have by my mid-50s, although that is probably somewhat unrealistic.  So, I will be happy with being able to continue to move around as I need and want to, to stay functional enough to hold and play with my grandchildren someday, and functional enough to work as best I can and enjoy the life I have.  There are certain things I can’t do anymore, dance a Chopin Etude en pointe, hike a national park, walk a foreign city’s length and breadth, or do an all-day shoot photographing out in the sun…but there are still things I can do, and that motivates me to keep working at it.  Those are the goals.

As part of the research that led to me writing this blog, I became interested in a lot of other blogs and websites relating to MS and the drugs and treatments that are used to treat it.  I’m learning a lot and talking to a lot of interesting people and that adds to my resolve and my ability to find ways to fight.  Some ideas and methods I use to fight it are tried and true ways I’ve done all along. I try to share those things with everyone else just in case they might find something I do to be helpful for them. I like reading other people’s experiences, too, for the same reason, it gives me more ammunition for the fight!

I’m not a person who has been anxious to try drugs in my 20 years with this disease. When I was first diagnosed, the only drugs offered to MS patients, at least that I was aware of, were either anti-seizure drugs or antidepressants.  When I was given Robaxin, it was given by the ER doctor because I was having muscle spasms, not because he thought I had MS. Actually, I don’t know if he suspected that or not, but when I got to the neurologist a few days later and told him that the Robaxin was helping, he said, “well, whatever works” and continued to prescribe it for me.  Steroids were sometimes used then, as they still are now, for acute emergency situations but my situation was not deemed an emergency requiring steroids. 

In the next several years after my diagnosis, drugs came on the market that promised to prevent progression of the disease; the interferon based drugs and the drugs that suppress the immune system to prevent its attack on the myelin sheath.  I never wanted to use these drugs and so I never did.  Maybe part of it was that once I achieved remission my symptoms were not so bad as to drive me to seek drug treatment, but the bigger part of that decision was that how those drugs were said to work scared me and I was afraid of what they might do to the healthy parts of my body.    

I continued without drugs through my entire Relapsing and Remitting course and a couple of years into SPMS, too, until summer, 2008, when my new neurologist suggested that I take part in a drug trial being conducted with the first drug ever developed specifically for Secondary Progressive patients.  It was a phase 3 trial, so the drug had been shown to be safe and I liked what I read about how it acted on the body and what it was supposed to do.  The best part was that there were no side effects observed other than soreness at the site of infusion…I didn’t even have that.  Early on in the protocol, I began to wonder how the company was going to adequately evaluate efficacy though, because it didn’t seem to be measuring many of the significant things that indicate improved function or lack of decline while focusing instead on rather insignificant observations and numerical data.  There were also several factors that affect function in MS patients that were not considered, like the heat we Southerners and South Westerners experience and how it temporarily exacerbates whatever symptoms to which we are prone.  I was afraid it was making it seem that we weren’t making progress when in fact we might have been, but had just come in from the heat when we were tested that time.  I joined the trial late in the enrollment period, in fact I was the last ID number assigned in the trial…such a distinction! 

So I was about to have my visit #5 when the announcement was made that the trial was being discontinued because the company was disappointed in the overall results shown in the patients who had completed the 2 year trial…they didn’t even let us all finish!   I was very disappointed.  I had such high hopes for that drug, such hopes that maybe my condition would not continue to deteriorate as it has in the past 2 or 3 years.  I called my research coordinator at the neurologist’s office and asked what was going to happen, and she told me things that were revealed to her and the doctor after the announcement was made and they were “unblinded”.  It turns out that patients in our trial group who received the drug were having good results.  She also told me that I had been on placebo although I felt like I got the drug because numbness in my feet had diminished during that time.  Not that it really mattered except to make me feel that I wasted 9 months on high hopes and going through that protocol.   Our neurologist is talking to the company about what can be done to maybe continue the trial or re-do it since she was seeing good result in her group, maybe out of her own research facility with their cooperation, of course.  I haven’t heard yet what new plans might be developing, if any, but I still have hope that the drug might yet become available again in trial and ultimately in approved use. 

In the meantime, I went into high gear yet again to see if there was anything else out there that might similarly help while not damaging the healthy parts of me.  I work really hard to keep my whole body healthy with diet, carefully selected supplements, and exercise and I am not willing to compromise my general health for a drug that might inhibit the MS but not for sure. Actually, I might not be willing to risk general health even for a sure thing because honestly, what good is tackling MS if the rest of your body falls apart in the process.  Again, maybe my case is just not bad enough to make me willing to try everything on the market, and for someone else the risk of organ damage might be worth it…I’m not at that point. 

It did not take long before I discovered several references online to a drug being used for MS and several other autoimmune diseases called Low-Dose Naltrexone. This is of particular interest to me because I have several other autoimmune diseases, too.  It would be great if LDN could help more than one of my health problems simultaneously. I discussed it with my neurologist and she had nothing but positive things to say about LDN and said that she has other patients doing well on it.  She wrote the prescription and I started taking it 2 weeks ago.  I think I am still adjusting to it a bit, but the adjustment symptoms have not been bad and I am feeling some improvement in muscle fatigue and maybe some reduction in heat sensitivity, too.  It has disturbed my sleep some, which adds a different fatigue problem, but the information I have found says that will pass as my body adjusts to the medication.   I am hopeful again with a new tool in my arsenal and we’ll see how it goes.  If you’re interested, there are some links to information about LDN on my Links page in the right margin.

All this talk about drugs when, in fact, I believe that by far the most important tool I have in this fight is my physical therapy regimen that has developed over the last year and discovered by accident. 

Entering secondary progressive MS after so many relatively benign years of remission, I feel like I’m re-living the phase after my first episode when I worked myself into that remission by forcing my body to do what it was failing to do normally.  I’m looking again for new ways to challenge my body to function better and re-build strength.  

I discovered physical therapy when an old injury was causing my left knee not to work well.  My orthopedic surgeon determined that building strength in the surrounding muscles and structures would help with function and as I built strength for that purpose, lo and behold, I found the workout helped counter the MS symptoms, too.  I began to add more exercises to build strength in other areas where I have weakness, and it worked.    I am working out with vigor I haven’t had for 30 years.  I’m working out hard for an hour or 2 each time and it not only is showing physical results but just plain makes me feel good…real good. I have noticed that with MS, my muscles can’t hold the strength I’ve built for very long before it starts to drain away again.  I find that I have to do my complete workout at least once but not more than twice per week or my strength and coordination decline again very quickly. I discovered early on that I can overdo the exercise and then the result is more weakness and muscle fatigue rather than less, so it is a fine line that a person with MS walks with physical therapy.  I especially appreciate that I have physical therapists to talk with about everything I’m doing or want to try, they make sure I’m doing it right, and give me a lot of encouragement to keep pushing to the degree that I can.  The MS prevents my building strength like I did when I was young, but it definitely has increased it enough to make a big difference.

My neurologist recently opened a new office, research facility and wellness and rehabilitation gym.  She recommended that I have an evaluation and consultation with one of the physical therapists in her gym who works especially with MS patients, so I did.  I am seeing the new PT once a week for a month while she is helps me learn new exercises for me to do to help areas that my strength building work neglects…mainly balance and core strength for full body and sort of diagonal movements.  It was very interesting in the evaluation to see clearly where my particular weaknesses lie and where I am able to maintain pretty good strength. She is very confident that I can do a lot more than I thought possible. Maybe I’m still a little skeptical about what I will be able to do, but I so appreciate her encouragement and confidence in me.  Once I learn the new routine well, I will be taking this new knowledge back to my regular PT gym and adding her suggestions to my regular routine.  I can do a lot of it at home, too, if I find that I need and can tolerate it more often than I go to the gym.

These therapists provide a huge new weapon in my fight that I didn’t have in the first round 20 years ago.  Physical therapy now is an interesting extension of what I did then, thinking that I was maintaining the electrical connections.  My new PT consult confirmed that in fact that is exactly what we are trying to do with the exercises; maintain connections, recreate connections damaged by MS, and build ways to compensate for lost functions. She says that I was right back then to do what I did instinctively.  WooHoo!  I always felt kind of dumb for coming up with that theory 20 years ago and have never told my doctors what I thought back then…now I won’t be shy about spreading that idea because it really does work and the PT and medical worlds recognize it now, too!  

Sometimes it’s very good to trust your instincts about your body and how you treat it…I think it’s good most of the time. 

I think it is my most valuable tool in the fight.

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It Would’ve Been Easy

September 7, 2009

I am a person who always looks for the good side of any situation.  I am finding it a bit more challenging to find the good side to things these days, but it’s not impossible.   In the last couple of years, my former Relapsing and Remitting condition changed to Secondary Progressive and the daily challenge has become harder than I ever imagined it would be. I still have to think there must be good sides to find somewhere;  it’s the only way I can stay positive.

My RRMS case was very mild, I only had two episodes in the 16 or so years before SPMS began to develop, the first episode in November, 1989, and the relapse five years later.  Once that initial episode had cleared, my life returned to normal. I raised my kids, built my business, made a new single life for myself after divorcing, all the while expecting the MS to continue as it had, never expecting it to change significantly.  Although the specter of threatened relapse was always there, I had returned completely to normal after both episodes so I wasn’t very worried. It’s my understanding now that what I am experiencing is a common transition that happens in women with RRMS when their hormones start to wane. Apparently, the loss of hormones somehow affects the MS process in the body.  If I had known that, if I had read that, if one of my doctors had told me that years ago, I would have structured my life differently and some things would have been easier today.  But that’s not the way it is, so now I find myself trying to find the good side of the present situation and a positive direction in which to move forward…hmmm.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my first episode.  I was 34 years old, a full-time mom with a husband and 2 small children at home, 8 months and 4 years old.  It began with sudden, bizarre muscle spasms while we were walking along in the zoo.  In the ER, after examining me and taking some tests which showed nothing abnormal other than the odd periodic muscle spasms, the doctor gave me a prescription for a central nervous system depressant for the spasms and told me to see a neurologist. (The ER doc prescribed Robaxin750, which helped; I still take it and it still helps.)  Back then, none of the doctors I saw had anything to offer for treating MS. They could treat some acute symptoms with steroids but there were no drugs on the market for treating the disease. 

For a month, maybe a little more, my mom was able and willing to stay with us and help with household duties. This was a great relief to me. The spasms continued periodically throughout the day, although not at night while I slept. The spasms also occurred when I attempted any movement and when I laughed.  I didn’t do much of that.  I felt like a useless burden to my family.  My speech as well as movement was affected during spasms.  I couldn’t sign a check, write a sentence, drive a car, pick up my baby, or comfort my son’s fears when the ambulance took me to the emergency room. I couldn’t join the family at the dinner table for that first month because being upright made me nauseous, and I couldn’t stand long enough to cook a meal.  My mom would bring the baby to me to nurse and cuddle her while she napped, but since I was unable to sit up I couldn’t do much more than that.  I was afraid I’d miss her first steps because she was clearly about to take them.  Thankfully, I did not miss her big achievement!

All that time lying there that first month, I did a lot of thinking about what I was going to do. The doctor had no suggestions and I had no access to the internet, so I read what books I could get my hands on so I’d at least understand what was going on in my body to cause the problems I had.  I was sure that I had MS, but that diagnosis was not official until almost a year later because the doctor had to “observe” for that long to be certain.   I didn’t care about waiting for it to be official; I decided I needed to do something about it myself. I began with forcing myself to walk.  I walked through the spasms sometimes using the stroller as a walker. I forced myself to do fine motor activities because it was so hard and I did things around the house even though it stimulated spasms. I even talked through the spasms when not in public, trying very hard to speak as clearly as possible.  I did more and more as I realized that the activities I did got better while the things I didn’t do did not. I figured that I was keeping the electrical connections there even if they were faulty. After 6 months, the spasms were no longer visible, though I could still feel something internally, always making me fear that full-blown spasms would return.  After a year, the spasms were gone, leaving only a strange background sensation in my muscles that I call “static” for lack of better word. The Robaxin minimized that sensation then, and still does.

The thought that it would have been so easy to give up back then shocks me to this day. It terrifies me to think how close I came to sitting down and never getting up again. That memory is the constant, ever-available good side that reminds me that I can do this.  It motivates me like nothing else can to know that if I could do it then, I can keep doing it now.  And if I have come this far since then, maybe I can go a lot farther.

Jan.