Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Spring Beckons

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Nights here have been clear and cold, and the moon is waxing brightly. As I write on Monday morning, I’m anticipating tonight’s stunning view, when the moon will be full, a huge silver plate in the sky—that is, until 12:44 a.m. Tuesday morning, when a two-hour total lunar eclipse will begin. As the moon passes between our Earth and Sun, it will turn a deep red. Hence the name “Blood Moon.”

A full moon in March in this part of the world is also known as a “Worm Moon,” because it marks the approach of spring, when earthworms begin to emerge from the soil, aerating it for the season of new life. Our frigid weather and mounds of snow are starting to recede. I’m looking forward to springier temperatures soon.

As is always the way, however, this time of year also is the hardest on my hands. Dry heat at home and yo-yoing temperatures outside combine to cause my skin to expand and contract and shred and crack. I have to be extra vigilant about my digital ulcers. Right now I have five fingers bandaged.

Fortunately, I also have a well-timed appointment at our hospital’s Wound Clinic this Thursday, so I’m looking forward to their good advice. Their suggestion to use Cavelon barrier film is helping a lot. I spray it on several ulcers before covering them or leaving them bare as needed, both to protect and manage moisture from ointments.

On my worst ulcer, I’m using Cavelon and then Exuderm film to cover it, which retains natural moisture without macerating the skin. All that gets overlaid with a piece of very soft gauze and fabric bandages. It takes me about a half-hour twice daily to change all the bandages, but at least I’m still able to use my hands.

And so, spring beckons. If you’re a night owl with a clear view of the sky, I hope you enjoyed the eclipse!

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.

Image: Atul Vinayak

White Out

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As I write on Monday afternoon, all is white outside, once again. We are in the midst of a blizzard that has slowed down our corner of the world. Maybe a foot-and-a-half of snow when this is over later today, maybe a little less, maybe a little more—on top of all the snow that hasn’t yet melted from last month’s storm. Al has shoveled half our drive, so far, and is taking a well-deserved break. Thankfully, we still have power and heat.

All appointments and my acting class cancelled, once again. But we’ll catch up, eventually.

Big storms are humbling. And disorienting. Is it Monday? Or still Sunday? Does it matter?

Outside, the birds and squirrels know how to cope without worrying about what day it is or what comes next. I’m trying to take my cue from them.

Stay safe out there, all.

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.

Olympic Interlude

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Nearly every night for the past 11 days, I have been reveling in the Milan Cortina Winter Olympics. Watching these amazing athletes’ extraordinary feats has been the best antidote to horrible headlines and stress. It has also helped me get through my bout with the flu and the lagging fatigue and residual, annoying cough.

I am a sucker for the whole spectacle. I feel elated when “old” athletes, who are at least half my age, triumph, as did Italy’s Federica Brignone, whose courageous comeback in the women’s giant slalom earned her gold. Honestly, her win brought tears to my eyes (to the extent I can make tears).

And my heart goes out to those who fall, like champion skier Lindsey Vonn and ice skating wonder Ilia Malinin. Vonn’s skiing career may be over (I really hope she doesn’t risk breaking her leg or shredding her ACL again), but Malinin will be one to watch in 2030. I wish him well and hope he learns from his Olympic experience to keep growing and striving for his personal best.

I will never be able to soar through the air like freestyle skier Eileen Gu, but I love watching her fly with such joy. I am inspired by the extraordinary grace and strength of ice dancers Madison Chock and Evan Bates. But what moves me the most is the sportsmanship of so many athletes from around the world, who compete so intensely and then congratulate each other so graciously.

Our world could use a lot more of that spirit. May it be so.

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.

Image: Passo Falzarego, Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy, by Marco Czollmann

Storm Watch

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As of midday Monday, as I write, we are immersed in white. Al shoveled a foot-and-a-half of snow for two hours this morning, then fell asleep in his armchair for a while. At some point this afternoon he’ll go back outside and finish clearing our drive. We’re expecting up to another three inches by nightfall.

I’m glad he took a break. The snow is fluffy, but even so, it’s a lot of work. I wish I could help, but between the extreme cold and my hands, there is no way for me to do so. Indeed, it’s been decades since I could shovel snow. The last time I can recall, we still lived in our prior home on a major street, and as I was trying to clear the foot of the drive, a plow went by and blocked it up again. The guys in the plow laughed.

Today, Al told me, the plow that was doing another pass on our street actually stopped and helped to clear the end of our drive as well as our neighbor’s across the street.

Looking out for each other is essential in a storm, all the more so today when the storm is not just weather-driven. To the people of Minneapolis, my heart goes out to all of you, especially to the grieving families and friends of Renée Good and Alex Pretti, as well as my gratitude for showing the world what it really means to be in community—in the most bitter, cold, savage circumstances.

I contacted my senators today to express my outrage and ask them to use every tool available to stop this madness when they vote on appropriations this week. It took all of five minutes. It’s the very least I could do. You can find contact information for your congresspeople here.

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.

What If?

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For years, our younger daughter has been asking me to document how I bandage my fingers. What if you can’t do it and need help? she asks. What do I need to know?

So, last week, while she was visiting for the holidays, we finally got down to the nitty gritty. I reviewed all my dressings, what I use for which kind of ulcer, and she took videos of me bandaging my fingers. Right now, I have five ulcers, with various issues, so it was a teachable moment, as they say. I also guided her as she bandaged one of my thumbs, so she could get the feel of the process. Which she got, immediately.

But we didn’t stop with my bandages. She created a computer file, and we went over all my medical issues, medications, doctors, and more. It was a lot to discuss, and it was exhausting to pull all that information out of my head, but very important and well worth the time and effort.

You never realize how much you do automatically for self care until you have to stop and explain every step, especially for a disease as complicated as scleroderma. And if, God forbid, I became incapacitated, it’s very reassuring to know that she’d have a complete written and recorded explanation of what help I would need. I certainly hope she doesn’t have to access any of that information anytime soon. But at 71, I know I have to be realistic and prepared for more help than I am accustomed to. And I am extremely grateful that she has insisted that we create this manual—and finally did.

Wishing you, Dear Reader, and your loved ones a healthy and fulfilling New Year. This one’s been a doozy. Here’s hoping 2026 is a better year for all.

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.

Image: Jesse Cason