Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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I’ve been dipping my toes into local politics lately. A friend teased me the other day that I’ll end up running for mayor.

No way.

But it’s been quite the education. Since July, I’ve been coordinating a group of concerned citizens who care a lot about our city’s trees to push our City Council to create an Urban Forestry Tree Commission. And we’ve succeeded. The Council unanimously approved the concept in August, the City Manager’s team wrote an ordinance, and it was unanimously approved by the Council a couple of weeks ago. The Commission, which we hope will start up in January, will advise city officials about best practices for preserving and growing our tree canopy and advocate for tree stewardship. Essential as the climate crisis intensifies.

It’s been exciting to see progress come from citizen action. I feel like I’m part of something really positive instead of just wringing my hands about global warming. And I’ve gotten to know our district’s City Councilor, who brought our cause to the Council. Now he’s in a very tight race for re-election, and the politics have gotten pretty nasty, with a lot of disinformation coming from his opponent’s campaign.

So, that’s how I ended up Monday afternoon participating in a “standout” for our man, which is a local tradition where supporters hold candidate’s signs at busy traffic intersections and wave at passersby. I’d never seen this before I moved to our fair city four decades ago. I used to think it odd. But I get it. It’s all about name recognition and show of support. I waved and held a sign and chatted with our candidate and some of the other supporters until my hands got too cold.

It’s easy to ignore local elections. But all elections have consequences. And local government is where you have a chance to have the most impact, especially when turnout is low in off years.

Today is Election Day. If there are elections in your community, please take the time to vote.

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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Autumnal Perfection

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Sunday was one of those perfect, crisp fall days here in Massachusetts, just right for a good walk. So I took advantage of the weather to follow the trail around a drumlin nearby, one of the hidden gems of our city’s parks. Within a few minutes, you can immerse yourself in woodland. Even as car horns and swooshing traffic penetrate, the sounds of the city become more muffled the farther you climb the hill. My personal challenge is to make it all the way up the circular trail without stopping—good aerobic exercise. Trees along the way to the park, up the hill and down, provided inspiration. I hope you enjoy the view!

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.

Sympatico

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It definitely feels like fall this week in Massachusetts. A few days ago, it felt like summer. But now the trees are really starting to change colors as the days grow shorter and temperatures hover in the 50s.

I find myself feeling more tired, which always surprises me when cooler temperatures finally settle in. It’s like my body senses the approach of winter and wants to prepare for hybernation. My hands start turning blue more often, and I just want a nap.

My bonsai is responding to the seasonal shift, as well. When I set it out on Sunday to catch the sun, its leaves soon drooped in response to wind and chillier air. A Brazilian Rain Tree, it prefers tropical weather and humidity, but can still flourish in the Northeast, just not when temps drop below 45°F.  I’ve been bringing it inside at night, but now it seems to be imploring me to keep it in the kitchen when temps drops below about 60°F.

We are definitely sympatico.

I brought its little table inside, too, so it can enjoy the midday sunshine through the south-facing sliding glass door off our back deck. Now I just need to get a tray and fill it with gravel and a little water, to place underneath its pot. Evaporating water will help to keep it humidified when we turn on the heat.

I know it may lose all its beautiful foliage at some point this fall. So far, however, it remains emerald green and continues to form new leaves and stalks. Though I’ve cut back on watering it daily, it keeps growing.

Even as my fingers turn blue, I guess I may have a green thumb, after all.

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Flipper

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It’s been nearly three months since I had #24 extracted from my lower jaw, due to resorption caused by scleroderma. The bone graft is well-healed, and in a couple of weeks I will get the post implanted for my new tooth. Then it’s another three to four months to wait until I get the crown to complete the process.

So, meanwhile, I had a “flipper” made, which is a false tooth on a pink base that snaps in place beneath my tongue. I use it occasionally when I’m on a Zoom call with clients or people I don’t know well, because the gap in my lower jaw looks pretty ridiculous. But thanks to masks for Covid, I don’t really need it when I’m out and about. And when I’m with family or friends, it doesn’t matter.

The question is . . . was it worth it? I had to have it adjusted by my dentist a couple of weeks ago, because it was too loose. She was able to tighten the fit, but she also took another scan of my lower jaw and sent it to a different lab to see if they could improve on the current version (at no cost to me). The flipper makes it a bit harder to speak clearly, but perhaps the new version will be less of an impediment.

Bottom line, though, is that I’ve gotten used to the gap, and I’m not nearly as self-conscious about it as I was, at first. My tongue definitely likes to twist and turn in that open space when I’m thinking. I can eat without any trouble.

On the other hand, February is a long ways away, still, and I have a presentation coming up at the end of this month, on Zoom, of course, that I’d prefer to do without a missing front tooth. The screen view really amplifies the gap. I’ll just have to practice speaking with the flipper in place.

These are trivial problems, of course, in the grand scheme of life. There are many places here in the U.S. and around the world where people cannot afford to keep their teeth as they age, for lack of resources, poor nutrition, and/or limited access to dental services. I know that I’m very fortunate, if I must deal with this chronic issue of resorbing teeth roots, that we have the means to pay for this very expensive process.

(Which is why I sincerely hope that Congress is able to pass popular and long overdue legislation that would add dental benefits to Medicare, despite opposition by the American Dental Association, but I digress.)

And so, like a kid in grammar school, I play with the gap between my teeth, and wait.

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.

Ulcer Fiends

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It has been pouring, a chilly rain, all day Monday. Fall is definitely here. What amazes me, though, is that I only have one digital ulcer—on my left thumb—that requires a bandage. At this time of year, that’s a minor miracle.

As I’ve written elsewhere, spring is always my worst season for ulcers on my fingers. This summer, however, was a challenge, as well. In the past six months, I have been on antibiotics at least three times, for about a month each time. That’s how long it takes the infection to clear. May was the most challenging month, with multiple fingers competing for attention.

Fortunately, I caught the infections before they became intolerable. One set required two different antibiotics to clear up completely. Perhaps it’s because I just finished the last round of antibiotics only a few weeks ago that my fingers are in better shape right now. Or maybe because I’ve been using medical grade honey to treat them, which both has natural antibiotic properties and also gently debrides dead skin. I was getting concerned about my left thumb, because it appeared that bits of calcium were buried in the ulcer and popping out, impeding its ability to heal. That situation has finally resolved, for now.

Writing about my sole bandaged thumb certainly risks tempting the Ulcer Fiends. They will be back to stage another sneak attack, as is their way. But I hope they’ll give me a break for a few months, at least. Maybe give me time off for meticulous hand care? A pass for layering up with sweaters and hand warmers? A chance to enjoy a little freedom from bandage adhesive? I promise to always use hand sanitizer when I’m out and about and a good skin moisturizer every night.

Are you listening, Ulcer Fiends? Probably not. Until we meet 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.

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