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Beaten Down and Other Musings

Fall seven times, stand up eight. ~Japanese Proverb

I know “beaten down” seems like a depressing entry for a blog title. And I also know that it is difficult for some of the people in my life, either who read my blog or follow me on Facebook, to read an onslaught of negative thoughts about what is going on with my medical issues. Heck, it is hard for ME to be in my own head sometimes lately or even to read a lot of negative thoughts on Facebook pages such as the Sjogren’s syndrome one that I follow. But I have promised myself to start being more honest in not only my writing, but also in my interactions with other people. So here we are. The thing is: when I write and am able to process my thoughts, my alter ego, the much stronger one also known as “the optimist” usually finds her way out. Bear with me.

Just as Chuck and I were starting to watch a movie at home last night, I leaned over to him and said “I just feel beaten down.” I wasn’t sure really what my problem was. My mood swings from the steroids had lessened just enough to make me think that I will make it through this course of treatment without continuing to cry or wanting to kill someone several times a day.

Not even joking about that one. I cannot believe people actually take that stuff for a non-medical reason!

But I had not been feeling like myself all day and feeling well, beaten down; maybe even overwhelmed from trying to process all the events of the past few weeks. After all, I had been diagnosed with two blood clots in my lungs, Guillain-Barre syndrome, and had a recent and exhausting trip to the emergency room just two days prior with severe head pain, nausea, and increased tremors. I was checked out for bleeding in my head and a blood clot to my brain which all turned out negative. On top of it, I was constantly trying to deal with insurance issues, disability issues, appointments, rude people on the other end of the phone, my computer crashing, getting what I needed medically from my health care team, the list goes on and on.

Chuck’s response to this big revelation I had last night was that of course I felt beaten down, who wouldn’t considering recent events in our lives as of late? He was not surprised by this at all. But I was. I am a fighter and I attack everything head on until I get to the other side. I know that. But as I thought about it some more, I realized that this feeling of being beaten down wasn’t about wanting to give up but rather to acknowledge and accept (there’s that word again!) where I am at during this given moment in time.

Physically my body is beaten down because it has been poked, prodded, and stuck with more needles in the past few weeks than it should ever have to see in its lifetime. It has endured countless sleepless nights and long days of appointments and tests. It is worn out. Worn out from behaving in a way it is not supposed to with its altered heart rates and blood pressures, tremors, weakness and, new pains that it is not used to. My body is trying, that is for sure. It is begging me to be good to it with the food I put in it and the care I give to the massive bruises and hematomas that litter my body from my legs to my belly to my arms. Sometimes I feel like it is screaming out to me to just stop all the invasiveness that the others inflict on it and just let it be. I want to do that; to let it be. But I tried to let my body do its own job and it could not.

My body wants to feel pretty again. Sure, I was never a supermodel to begin with and my body is actually a lot lighter than it used to be, but it does not feel pretty. It feels disfigured from the bruises and the rashes. From the hair that is starting to fall out from the steroids and the often pale, makeup less face that stares back at me in the mirror….the darkened eyes that used to be so much more vibrant. My body does not understand that it is an effort to get it clean every day right now and everything else is not as significant. Maybe that is where I go wrong because really, a little concealer is not that much effort is it? Even though I am angry at my body for betraying me so much lately, maybe seeing lighter eyes with less dark circles underneath them in the reflection of the mirror will make me less angry with my body for its obvious betrayal.

I love the Nathan’s hot dog competition. At least I am not doing this to my body!!

Feeling beaten down is not just physical but emotional and mental as well. The act of processing a lot of events while trying to maintain some shred of normalcy, routine and self respect is difficult at best. It doesn’t matter if it is related to having a chronic illness like I have or any other issues such as divorce, abuse, loss of a career, loss of a love, or loss of yourself. Fear of the unknown fills your head.

I will admit, I am scared. I am freaking scared to death. I don’t think I fully realized how much until yesterday. I am afraid of what the results from another MRI will show this week. I am scared of going for a neurological procedure (EMG) that I know for a fact will be painful. I am scared of the results; whether they will be bad or whether there will be any results at all which could help define what exactly is going on and how we are going to take care of the problem.

I am scared because I know my body is not acting right and I fear that it will not get back to where it was even just two months ago. Will I ever be able to do an activity again for more than ten or fifteen minutes without needing to sit or lie down? Will I ever be able to stoop down again without falling over or needing help to get up? Will I ever be able to shower and wash my hair again without it being this epic event that exhausts me and makes me shake? I know since I have Sjogren’s syndrome, my body will never exactly be the way it used to be, but will my body ever get back to where it was several months ago?

And as my fears consume me, I think back. To other difficult times and to all the other struggles and questions I had during those times. Maybe like we all do, I have learned from prior experiences. When I had a severe heart arrhythmia (before having surgery to correct it), I questioned if I could even get through a day without a heart episode. I questioned whether I could make it a month without an emergency room visit. When I had cancer in my mid-twenties, I questioned whether I was going be able to endure the treatments, if I was going to get married. I questioned whether or not I would live to see my twenty-fifth birthday.

All of those questions were answered. And I saw my twenty-fifth birthday, as well as my fortieth. I got through it.

So for now, I will accept the fact that it is all right to feel beaten down; to allow my body to go through that process. It means I am down, but I certainly not out.

I will have faith.
I will trust in God to see me through.

I was sitting in church this morning and looking around at the various people scattering the pews and wondering how many of them were feeling beaten down right at this moment? Or wondering how many of them had maybe felt beaten down at a different time in their lives? A time where some things did not make sense or that they felt they had endured more than their fair share of beatings so to speak. I don’t have to know all of their stories to know that those stories are there in some form or another. Tales of survival. Tales of people who became stronger and more compassionate people because of what they had to endure . Journeys that were easier than mine and definitely journeys that were more difficult than mine.

People who were beaten down but yet rose up.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Just like I will.

Photos: Courtesy of Google Images

From Medical Crisis To Inspiration

“When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.” ~ Author Unknown

I have so many other topics I would like to blog about rather than my current health issues but I have been blessed by the support of those closest to me wanting to understand exactly what is going on with my recent medical issues. There are people in my life, some new and some old, who have been following my health saga over the past six weeks or so and don’t quite understand what is happening to me physically because it is either ridiculously complex or because they do not know my medical history. Also, there is only so much explaining I can do on Facebook; not that I mind but sometimes it is easier to just put it all together in one place. I don’t expect that everyone wants to read it, but for those of you who do, here it is.

A little background which is important…

When I was twenty-four years old, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma which is a type of blood cancer. I was treated with radiation for three months, went into remission and have been fine ever since in regards to the cancer.

About six years later, in 2002, I was diagnosed with a heart condition called supra ventricular tachycardia which means my heart was not beating properly because of a conduction problem in the heart. It was never decided for sure but it is possible the condition was a result of the radiation treatments that I had for the Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Medications failed to manage the condition and I underwent a heart procedure called a cardiac ablation which surgically fixed the conduction problem with my heart. No further issues.

In 2004, I mysteriously developed a blood clot in my left leg which is called a deep vein thrombosis (DVT). I was a non-smoker but I was overweight and on birth control pills which are high risk factors. However my primary care doctor at the time decided that still seemed a little too unusual so he decided to do some investigating. It was discovered that I had a genetic blood clotting disorder called Factor V Leiden. I was treated for the blood clot in my leg and the decision was made at that time, since I had a milder form of the disease, that I did not need to stay on blood thinners for the rest of my life. I would only need to go on them if I got pregnant, had surgery, was on a long flight, etc. All was well and I rarely ever gave it a second thought.

In 2008, I began to have multiple health issues that I had never had before. I will spare you all the details but basically I was having severe joint pain, dry eyes, mouth, and nose, memory loss, stiffness, extreme fatigue, asthma for the first time in my life, issues with my voice, severe headaches, fluid in my lungs, the list went on and on. I knew something was really wrong with me and I saw at least twenty doctors, trying to get to the bottom of it as it was getting harder and harder to function on a daily basis. I was often dismissed, called a hypochondriac, or just told “I don’t know what is wrong with you.”

I persevered and after seeing my fifth rheumatologist, as I felt strongly that what was going on was autoimmune related, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune illness called Sjogren’s syndrome in August 2011. That one you can Google search if you so choose! The disorder has been called a “cousin” to another autoimmune illness called lupus. It takes the average person seven years to get this diagnosis. Some people get a mild version, some get a more severe version. It would appear that I have gotten the latter. There is no cure and I have been through many trials of steroid pills and some other medications to try and control my symptoms. There is new research being done at this time for new treatments. Around the time of the official diagnosis last August, my symptoms started to progress a bit in terms of my salivary glands malfunctioning and dryness becoming more of an issue. However I was also learning more about how to self manage my symptoms including with diet and alternative treatments such as acupuncture, stress reduction, etc. I was determined to get my illness under control and hopefully get back to work at some point.

Before this past Christmas, I noticed that I was starting to have a lot of pain in my legs that was different than my usual joint pain. It was getting harder and harder to do walks with my dog Molly. Right after Christmas, the pain got to the point where it was difficult to walk at all. My walking was unsteady and I was stumbling at times. The pain was the worse I had ever known. It was thought to be nerve related pain and I was started on steroid pills at a high dose at home until I could see my rheumatologist. By the time I saw her, I was having extreme weakness in my legs and arms, making the most basic of tasks like showering very difficult. I also began to have tremors and severe weakness in my arms making driving and other tasks difficult as well. I was struggling with writing and typing as I kept mixing up my words and letters, similar to someone with dyslexia and my short term memory was impaired. Scary stuff.

My very awesome rheumatologist took this all very seriously and felt that I may have neurological involvement from the Sjogren’s syndrome which can happen and is not all that rare from what she told me.  I had an MRI of my brain that was normal, which does not mean much in relation to the Sjogren’s, but does rule out other freaky stuff like brain tumors, etc. She decided that since I had a little improvement with the steroid pills, we should try very large doses of IV steroids at the hospital by admitting me for a few hours, giving me the infusion, and sending me home. The first infusion helped my walking and writing/typing significantly so we scheduled several more to try and combat the rest of the symptoms.

The side effects from these steroids, both the infusions and pills at home, are something I cannot even begin to adequately describe. Everyone reacts differently but my main issues have been not sleeping (I was sleeping 2-3 hrs a night WITH sleeping medicine), nausea, reflux, severe headaches, and mood changes that scare the crap out of me sometimes. After six weeks of all these steroids, I think I have forgotten what it is like to truly feel like myself. But I know the neurological stuff is a big deal and it is critical to stop its progression before it does permanent damage; so I just set my mind to the fact that I will get through it as best as I can.

My second infusion was this past Friday. I had the same side effects as the first infusion two weeks prior, however I began to have heart palpitations that Friday night and by Sunday morning I knew I had to call someone. I thought it was related to the steroids because I am a nurse and well, I know these things. But keep in mind, I also had a history in 2002 of heart issues and it was something I didn’t think I should mess with. The on-call rheumatologist thought I should go to a local ER and get an EKG to determine what was going on and if it was something that needed to be treated or if I had to ride it out. The EKG was essentially normal except for some occasional abnormal fast heartbeats thought to be related to the steroids and some fluctuations in my blood pressure.

However one of my labs came back abnormal indicating a POSSIBILITY that I may have a blood clot somewhere. Blood clots can also cause heart palpitations and other heart issues. The way to determine for sure if you have a blood clot in your lung is to do a CT scan of the lungs while injecting contrast through an IV to light up the lungs. I did have a blood clot all those years ago and that blood clotting disorder as well so it was important to make sure there was no blood clot.. As bad luck would have it, I am allergic to the contrast so they had to admit me to the hospital to give me a few doses of medications to prevent the allergic reaction since I HAD to have this scan done. Several docs at the hospital really thought the heart palpitations were related to the massive doses of steroids I was getting but they really had to follow through and know for sure so they could justify safely sending me home. I was admitted to a cardiac telemetry unit. They started giving me blood thinner injections just in case…standard protocol

About 10pm that night, after I had the CT scan done, my very kind night nurse came in and told me that despite the odds, they DID find two small pulmonary embolism (blood clots) in my lungs. Ridiculously scary I have to tell you. Does not pay to be a nurse at times like this because you know the worse case scenarios. They said I should be OK with the blood thinners but it was good that I came in with the heart palpitations because I might have avoided a larger, fatal blood clot. I just cried.

The problem is they do not know if the clots are from having this clotting disorder or from my Sjogren’s syndrome. What it does do is complicate things greatly as I may need to stay on blood thinners the rest of my life which not only carries risks with it but affects different aspects of my life like my diet, other medications, etc. The hospital sent me home on blood thinner injections which frankly suck (much easier to give them to a patient than yourself!) and I have to start getting my blood work monitored to make sure that my blood is not too thin and not too thick; as either extreme is not good. My primary care doctor today was incredible though and we have a plan for the next week or so. I will be following up with a hematologist hopefully very soon to figure out more what is going on and if there is an autoimmune component to all of this.

The good news is that my neurological symptoms have improved a lot more since that second infusion on Friday but now my rheumatologist and I have to decide about whether we are going to risk another steroid infusion this Friday. We both feel that I have been through so much that let’s just finish the job and see how stable we can get me neurologically; as long as we can do it safely. We will make that decision together tomorrow depending on how my heart is doing. Meanwhile I am scheduled to see a neurologist next week as well as my pulmonologist. I am taking one hour and one day at a time; making sure that the priorities are getting to appointments, keeping track of what is going on, staying on my medication schedule and taking care of my basic needs such as showering and eating.

I sit back as I am writing this and I realize it is good to put it all down. Not because I want people to feel sorry for me but because I know people are concerned and it is a complicated situation to understand. Writing it down has made me realize that I AM as strong as those close to me have told me I am. I think it would be easy for me to sit here and curse God (which yes, I have already done) and ask when is enough enough? But I know there are so many people who endure so much more than I do. Granted, I do think I got the bad luck of the draw in the “illnesses you cannot prevent department”; but this is my life. My life where I have learned so much about the world, myself, and other people ~ topics that make for some great future blogs!

My life where at some point, hopefully in the next week, being able to get outside in the fresh air and sunshine with Molly will far outweigh the importance of what this person or that person thinks about me.

My life where I grasp tighter more opportunities to let those closest to me how important they are in case I never get another chance to do so.

My life where I have discovered that my ability to make a small difference in someone else’s day with either a kind word or a smile far outweighs the drama that other people in this world may produce.

My life where my priorities have shifted so much that I no longer care about how perfect my house or yard look because I am too busy appreciating having the love of my life holding my hand in a hospital room; his love nourishing my soul with every squeeze and every gentle caress of my hair.

So I guess right now, at this very moment, my life is looking pretty good to me….

Are You There God? It’s Me, Christine

“People see God every day, they just don’t recognize him.” ~ Pearl Bailey

Remember that book? Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blume was a pop culture sensation written in the 1970’s. As a child of the seventies and eighties, it was a must have for any teenager’s bookshelf. It is the story of a young girl’s quest for a single religion during a time in her life where she is confronting so many coming of age issues. At one point during the book, Margaret becomes angry at God and stops talking to him after she is in the middle of a confrontation between her parents and her grandparents. However by the end of the story, we hear Margaret praying to God again as she thanks him for being there for her.

When I woke up this morning my first immediate thought was to wonder if God was there with me. I have to admit, it is not the first thought I usually have in the morning but it was powerful enough to send me to my laptop at seven in the morning so here I am; writing a blog entry that it not intended to answer a question or a dilemma. One that does not describe some great lesson that I have learned. But rather an entry that just asks and explores difficult questions.

I tend to shy away from a lot of religious or spiritual topics and writings on my blog or anywhere else, mostly because  my spirituality is such a personal topic for me. Over the years my faith has become stronger than it ever has; adversity tends to do that to a person. But I have come to realize recently that I am at a critical point in my faith journey. This became strikingly apparent to me during a conversation with my minister the other day. I explained to him that I am just ticked off at God lately. Well, I may have used other words at the time but I will try to be a little more mature when describing it here. I further went on to explain that I feel abandoned by God lately. When I go to church, I feel lifted up and supported by him (my minister) and the fellow members of my congregation, but I am having a really hard time locating God.

This realization on my part startled me for several reasons. First, the events going on in my life right now health wise are truly not the most difficult times I have experienced in recent years. They may be scary and frustrating but I have been through much worse at times; times where I was not surrounded by nearly the amount of love and support I have now. Second, during those times, I have never asked “why me?” or have thought that God has not been as close by as I would have liked. So it confuses me as to why I feel so inclined to question my faith at this point. Maybe it is as simple as I am just worn down. Maybe I am feeling sorry for myself. Or maybe it is because that during this particular time of struggle is when I have to search for my faith and my connection with God using a little more effort.

One of the things that I really like about my minister is his ability to handle situations like this without judgment or condemnation and once again, he rose to the occasion. He listened and then he asked me if I had told God this; about being ticked off at him. Um, no. Who does that? But as we continued to talk, I realized well, why not? I pray, which is essentially talking to God. Prayer does not need to always be about thanking God or asking him to help someone else. Sometimes it can just be a conversation. If I was ticked off at someone else in my life whom I have a meaningful relationship with, I would tell them how upset I was with them. And God and I, well, we have a relationship. Maybe prayer does not need to be all that complicated.

Maybe it is as easy as asking “Are You There God? It’s Me Christine.”

Photo Courtesy of Chuck Myers

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