Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

Mind

Incantation

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A couple of weekends ago, before the Nor’easter that dumped 15 inches of snow on our fair city this past Saturday, I cleaned up my office. It was approaching the point of no return, with too much stuff on my desk in piles, and not enough room in my second bookcase to store everything (the first one being full).

Rearranging some stuff made more room in the bookcase, which enabled me to clear more of my desk, so I now have a nice, uncluttered (relatively speaking) place to work. I’ve also been rediscovering a few gems I had forgotten or just couldn’t see because they were under or behind other stuff.

Among those items is a little wand. It’s made of hard, clear plastic and is filled with some kind of liquid and multicolored sequins shaped like stars and crescent moons. When you tip it one way, then another, the sequins spin and tumble back and forth. It’s quite relaxing, mesmerizing, to play with. Almost magical.

It would be nice to own a real magic wand, one that I could wave and make all the Sturm und Drang of the pandemic, climate change, politics, scleroderma, and everything else stressful and scary to just go away.

It would be nice.

But the only real magic comes from effort and persistence and a determination not to let the harshness of this world in the 21st century squeeze out the beauty and joy and goodness that is everywhere, as well.

Hiding in another spot on my desk was a sticky note with this quote that’s attributed to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:

“Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace, and power in it.”

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Cold Snap

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Seems like we’re stuck in an Arctic weather pattern here in New England. After a couple of mild winters, this January feels like the real thing. Which is not to say that global warming isn’t happening. Global weather patterns are shifting in unpredictable ways, and this winter is just part of the mix.

I find it challenging, to say the least. Even at home, with the heat on, I am in multiple layers. My ultra-warm alpaca sweater jacket that I made in December turns out to be one of the best things I’ve ever sewn. Good timing.

With single-digit windchill, I’ve had to keep indoors more. But on Monday afternoon, when the temperature hit 30°F, I pushed myself out the door in all my winter gear and took my 25 minute walk around the neighborhood. Even without any wind to speak of, my eyes were cold. Nonetheless, I was glad I did it. Walking really clears my head. I sleep better. The air smelled clean and crisp. A few birds were singing (aren’t they cold, too?). And the ice-crusted snow glowed in late afternoon sunlight.

Best of all, in late January, I realized that the sun was not quite as low on the horizon at 3 o’clock. Indeed, it’s still a bit light now at 5 o’clock. Whatever weather and climate disruptions we must face and strive to mitigate, at least there is this one constant. Our precious planet spins on its annual trip around our sun, and the days grow longer, once again.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Waste Not

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I use a lot of bandages. Right now, I need six bandages during the day and five at night to protect my digital ulcers. So that’s 11 every day, 77 a week. My favorite brand is Coverlet, because they are made with very soft fabric with non-irritating adhesive. They come 100 to a box. I buy a dozen boxes at a time, and in the winter, will go through a box every 10 days. When I’m down to two boxes, I order another dozen, to be sure I’ll get them in time, because they’re not available in stores.

So far, knock on wood, there have been no supply side issues with getting them, but I’ve really tried to keep on top of it. No other brand comes close.

All those bandages generate a lot of waste paper—the paper protective cover and the paper backing to the bandage adhesive. It’s bothered me for many years. But now, I’ve found a solution.

Recently, we enrolled in a composting program that’s available in our fair city. Not only do they accept food scraps, but also certain kinds of paper. Apparently, the paper actually helps in the composting process. And the kind of paper used to package my bandages is included in their “ok” list.

So, now, once a day, I empty all my bandage paper scraps into our kitchen compost bin, and when full, the biodegradable bag goes into the larger biodegradable liner in our outdoor compost bin, which is collected on Friday mornings by our compost service.

Not only are my bandages protecting my fingers, but their waste paper is helping to keep the planet a little healthier, too. A win-win.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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Little Victories

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No doubt. It’s winter here in New England. Over the weekend, we got about a half-foot of snow, plus some icy rain. Our bird feeder’s squirrel-blocker, a plastic hood that hangs above the feeder, looked like a snow hat. And it’s cold, hovering in the ’20s F. Today we plunge into single digits.

Despite the bitter weather, which I find rather intimidating, I forced myself out the door twice in the past few days. My first jaunt around the neighborhood, on Saturday afternoon, was my first venture out of the house since before Christmas, because of that darn respiratory, non-Covid virus that dogged me for a good 10 days. It felt so good to breathe fresh air. And I finally have my voice back.

Monday afternoon, I ventured out again, along my half-hour route. I was bundled up in my warmest, full-length down coat, lined boots, scarf, wool cap, aviator hat over that, and mittens. I looked ridiculous. But I really don’t care. It’s a priority to get out and walk whenever I am able, to clear my brain, stretch my legs and back, move my joints, and exercise my heart. I definitely feel better when I get home.

I also feel just a little bit invincible. (Yes, I know, that’s an oxymoron.) If I can get out and walk a half-hour in freezing temps, then I’ve overcome my Raynaud’s and scleroderma for another day. And that, Dear Reader, simply feels great.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

Speechless

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So, just in time for New Year’s, we had yet another Covid scare this past week. Al came home two Fridays ago feeling a bit off. Sure enough, by Saturday morning, which was Shabbat for us and Christmas for many others, he was totally congested and starting to cough.

Fortunately, I had a rapid test at home, and his result was negative. But by Monday evening, my neck glands were swelling and my throat began to feel scratchy. He continued with a lot of coughing and other cold symptoms, and I proceeded to lose my voice to laryngitis, plus develop congestion, coughing, sneezing, and GI issues. Aches, chills, and fatigue for a couple of days, too.

Al’s rapid test was confirmed midweek by a negative PCR test, and I got my negative test result back on Sunday. But as I write on Monday evening, my voice is still quite hoarse. Al is doing much better, and I’m approaching normal, otherwise.

I have not had a respiratory virus like this since I started masking almost two years ago. I have no idea how we got it, but it goes to show that there are still plenty of other nasty viruses circulating, just like every winter here in the Northeast.

I also have come to realize that my Sjogren’s Syndrome is playing a far bigger role in how I respond to such viruses. Having a dry nose and mouth, not to mention dry eyes, makes it that much harder to flush the germs out of my sinuses. And to recover my voice.

So, I’m pushing fluids and limiting conversations. And being very selective about going out in public. I ordered new KN95 masks for each of us (I need kid’s size, because my face is so narrow).

Hoping we’ll get lucky and avoid Omicron. But at least I know my immune system works against a random virus. With my full set of vaccinations, I have a good shot at fighting off this latest variant, too, if what seems like the inevitable happens.

Here’s hoping, by the next New Year, this will all be a fading memory. Stay safe out there.

Post Script

With this post, I have been writing Living with Scleroderma for ten years. My first entry was on January 3, 2012. Hard to believe that what began as a way to finally come to terms with this strange and rare disease publicly and to share what I’ve learned with others has evolved into a decade’s-long chronicle. At some point, I’ll run out of things to say (even without laryngitis!). In the meantime, thanks to all of you, Dear Readers, for sharing the ride.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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