Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Oasis of Calm

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Last week, I spent four days on Cape Cod by myself, just to focus on my own writing. It’s the second time in about a year that I’ve given myself this kind of mental and physical space to write. It was a wonderful, productive time, in a beautiful setting, surrounded by nature. I wrote and planned and walked nearby beaches of the Cape Cod National Seashore. Nothing like getting away from all the distractions and cacophony of bad news to reset my mind and soul, think about what really matters—and make my own art. Here’s a taste . . .

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Orchidstration

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Monday morning, while readying for the day, I was listening to a podcast interview by Krista Tippett with the celebrated children’s author Kate DiCamillo. In a wonderful, deep conversation, they explore the “mysterious fact that hope and heartbreak live so close, side by side, in real life,” and the power of story to make that bearable. Maintaining a sense of wonder in the world, well past childhood, is key. You can find the interview here.

In that spirit of wonder, I share my photos from last Friday’s visit with Al to Tower Hill Botanic Garden. Their spectacular orchid show gave me a lift, and I hope it will for you, too. Enjoy.

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Awaiting Sunrise

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On a cold winter’s day, I’m thinking of sunflowers. Beautiful, hardy, bright sunflowers have been linked to scleroderma awareness, first in Australia, and now worldwide, symbolizing the sun’s warmth that brings so many of us comfort. At each sunflower’s center are thousands of tiny disc flowers that mature into seeds— symbolizing seeds of knowledge and the quest for a cure.

Sunflowers are also the national flower of Ukraine. Every summer, golden fields of sunflowers blossom across the country, which is the world’s largest producer and exporter of sunflower seeds and sunflower oil. The distinctive bloom is woven into wreathes for celebrations, painted on walls and furniture and folk art.

Before they fully mature and open, sunflower heads follow the path of the sun across the sky and come to rest overnight facing east, awaiting the next sunrise. Various religions have associated the sunflower with spiritual knowledge and a quest for truth and enlightenment. It is an inherently optimistic flower.

So I hold onto that as I have struggled to concentrate this past week, watching the brutal Russian invasion of a sovereign nation unfold. Great bravery and courage inspire. I pray that innocents will be spared, and that Ukraine, with the support of the world, will ultimately prevail.

And to plant more seeds for scleroderma awareness and research, I offer this: The biennial Systemic Sclerosis World Congress, a virtual gathering due to the pandemic, opens next week, on March 10, bringing together experts from around the world to share their work. There is a free Patient Congress, as well, from March 11-12, with presentations by international specialists on many aspects of living with this complex disease. Registration closes on March 7. You can find more 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.

Image: David Travis

February Thaw

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I was finally able to take a walk Monday afternoon around my neighborhood. The sun was bright, the sky a robin’s-egg blue, temps in the mid ’50s, and my thumb had healed enough so that I could swing both arms without the pain of gravity’s pull on a swollen finger.

All good.

The snow from a recent storm and subsequent snow showers had mostly melted, sending water trickling through storm drains. A mourning dove cooed plaintively from a nearby rooftop. As I walked, the too-tight muscles in my back began to relax. Annoying chatter in my mind quieted, and I focused on what I saw, heard, smelled . . .

Hints of green amidst bleached grass.

A watchful dog’s bark.

A power drill’s whine.

A passerby’s hello.

Tiny buds on tree branch tips.

Hockey sticks slap slap slapping.

Overhead a private plane’s purr.

Wood smoke’s tang.

Sparrows’ chatter.

Sneakers’ scrunch.

Spring can’t come too soon.

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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.