Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Tick-Tock

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Today’s announcement: I have entered the world of wearable health tech. This was not planned. In fact, it’s something I’ve avoided, because I didn’t want to obsess about how many steps I’ve taken each day. However, I learned some things from my heart study that made this a priority. So I am now wearing my new Apple Watch, which has already proven its worth.

Back in December and early January, as I’ve written previously, I did a three-week Holter monitor study, because my arrhythmia had been very active in recent months. And, as expected, the study validated my observations, fortunately with the reassuring news that my annoying arrhythmia is still within the normal range of abnormal, as it has been for decades. A nuisance, more than anything.

However, the study also recorded a more concerning development, one 15-second episode of a Type 2 Heart Block. There are two types of Type 2 Heart Blocks, and true to form, mine was the more complicated, which involves a blockage of certain electrical signals so they don’t transmit properly and the heart slows down. In my case, I had no symptoms of my heart rate slowing, because one part of my heart doubled the number of electrical signals it was sending, but only half of those transmitted, so the result was my normal heart rate.

This was rather disturbing news. I’ve known for years that scleroderma can cause changes to heart tissue over time. I had a long discussion with my cardiologist about this several weeks ago, and we agreed that I needed some way to keep monitoring my heart in case I do experience episodes of sudden light-headedness or dizziness going forward. This has happened to me on occasion over the years, but even though I felt weird, it was so infrequent that I just let it pass. The options were: (a) a mini portable ECG monitor that I could use to record readings and then email reports to him; (b) an Apple Watch, which has an ECG app that I could use to do the same; or (c) a small chest implant that would monitor my heart for three years.

The implant was a non-starter. The mini portable ECG was the most affordable, but a nuisance to carry with me all the time. So, I went for the watch. Fortunately, I could afford it. Not cheap, but a powerful little computer to wear on your wrist with many useful features.

I put the system to the test recently, when I got quite stressed one Friday evening when I was trying to reach Al and could not get hold of him (it all worked out, but it was one of those days). My arrhythmia kicked up big time, so after Al got home and all was well again, I took several ECG readings on my new watch. I picked the first and the last when I felt back to normal, and emailed the PDFs from my iPhone to my cardiologist with a note. Within a half hour, he wrote me back that these were the “okay” kind of extra beats, so no problem, but to keep him posted. We’re catching up again this Friday.

This was very reassuring. I’ve had no cause to send any more ECGs since then, but I am now learning to use my watch to track exercise. It’s always been clear to me that my heart feels better when I walk, but I’ve been avoiding it because of the cold weather. Now, however, I have a big incentive to get moving. And I have a very cool way to keep track of steps, exercise, calories burned, and general movement. Already, I’ve pushed myself out the door for walks that I wouldn’t have taken before all of this. I’ve tried out a fitness routine. And I do feel a little better for it all, so far.

It’s been a month of coming to terms, or, at least, beginning to come to terms with the fact that this very ornery disease still has some curve balls to throw at me. I have lived with scleroderma for nearly 40 years, now. I’ve been fortunate that my disease has always moved slowly enough for me to learn how to compensate. With the help of some amazing tech and a wonderful cardiologist, I intend to continue doing just that.

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.

Ever Since

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Last Thursday afternoon I got a call from my cardiologist’s nurse. She was checking in on how I was doing with my heart study, if I’d had any issues or symptoms. So I told her that the monitor had collected plenty of data, given that my arrhythmia had been quite active at various points over recent weeks.

Especially on Wednesday, during the violent siege on our nation’s Capitol. Watching the rioters, I was horrified. I thought of my mother, now long gone, who was 10 years old in Berlin during the Reichstag Fire in February 1933 that cemented the Nazi’s rise to power.

“They’re saying it was Antifa,” the nurse told me, in a confidential tone. She began to recount the latest distortions of what we had all witnessed on live television the day before, rioters breaking into the Capitol beneath fluttering Trump banners and the Confederate flag. I tried to stop her, but she went on enthusiastically for a few minutes.

Finally, I interrupted. “No,” I said, “it was not Anitfa, it was Trump supporters who stormed the Capitol, but I don’t want to get into an argument with you about it.”

She deftly switched back to my heart study and said she would put my cardiologist on the line. I did not mention to him what she said.

But I have been thinking about it ever since.

This woman is a person with empathy. She spoke to me very kindly about my symptoms. I’m sure she’s a fine nurse. She was also spouting very dangerous rhetoric, which she clearly believes.

Words matter. Lies repeated, amplified, matter. Facts, evidence, truth, critical thinking—all matter.

So does our ability to see the humanity in each and every one of us.

I am praying for our country, for our president-elect and vice president-elect, and for a peaceful transition of power on January 20. I am praying that the maelstrom of lying and distortions will finally, finally, spin itself dry. I am praying that we can truly hear one another, seek common ground, and collaborate for the common good to solve the enormous problems facing us and the world.

After one of the darkest days in our nation’s history, let there be light.

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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Heartfelt

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Years ago, early in my life with scleroderma, I developed an arrhythmia. For decades now, my heart occasionally feels like it’s skipping a beat. Actually, however, as my cardiologist has explained to me, I’m having an extra contraction. It gets worse when I’m stressed and is my orange alert to slow down, examine what’s going on, and make some adjustments in my life. It always improves with regular exercise, especially walking.

Recently, in the weeks after the November election, my arrhythmia has been more active. No surprises, I guess, because I have been very stressed about both the divisive politics plaguing our nation and the pandemic surge. But its frustrating and annoying, to say the least.

So, when I spoke with my cardiologist recently, he recommended doing a heart monitor study for up to 30 days. (Hopefully I won’t need to wear the monitor that long.) It’s probably been 35 years since I wore a Holter monitor, and I think it was maybe for only a week. Back then, the monitor was this big clunky device, the size of an old Motorola cell phone, that you wore around your neck or on a belt, connected to a bunch of wire leads attached to your body. Basically, it was a portable 24/7 EKG. You had to make notes in a notebook if you felt any symptoms, with date and time. All that information was compiled after you turned in the monitor and notes. Not fun.

Fortunately, technology has significantly advanced over the past three-plus decades. No appointment necessary to activate the device. It arrived via UPS on Friday, in a small box with the equipment and how-to instructions. Instead of a big, clunky monitor, there are two small, rechargeable monitors about 1.5 x 2.0 inches and maybe a half-inch high. You charge one while you wear the other, and the charge lasts about 12 hours. The monitor snaps into an oval foam base. On the back of the base are two snaps for removable electrode patches. So basically, you plug in the monitor, attach the electrodes, and then peel off the sticky backing from the patches and adhere to your skin. The correct positions (two alternatives) are illustrated in the guide book.

Readings collected by the monitor then feed via wireless tech to a Samsung phone that is solely for collecting the data. This, in turn, sends reports periodically to the tech company that is running the study. If you experience a symptom, you press the button on the monitor, and then the phone displays some choices to describe the symptom. You tap the appropriate description and go back to whatever you were doing. You just have to keep the phone within 10 feet; if you go out of range, the data will download when you’re close again.

Pretty amazing. And relatively easy to manage. You can’t get it wet, so you have to pause the study and remove the monitor when taking a shower or bath. I also find that my skin needs a break every 24 hours from the electrode patches, which cause a mild rash, even as I asked for the extra-sensitive skin version. So I wait about a half hour after my evening shower before reattaching everything. In the morning, I just switch out the monitors.

My cardiologist said that if I experience enough symptoms over the first week or so, I can call him and see if he can get an early version of the report, so that we can end the study. I’m hoping that will be the case. I’ve certainly recorded symptoms at least a dozen times so far. From what he tells me, it’s probably nothing serious, just an annoyance that I continue to live with. But I’m glad that we’ll have an updated baseline, at the very least.

Ironically, he also predicted that my symptoms might vanish, or at least lessen, once I have the monitor on. That was certainly true for the first 24 hours or so. How odd to have the presence of the monitor be somehow a placebo or, at least, a reassurance that I’m going to get some answers. The disconcerting experience of the extra beats, especially when they go in runs, is worse when I don’t know what it means.

Meanwhile, I’m trying to get in some walks, despite a lot of snow here in recent days and much colder temperatures. That, and trying to better manage my news diet. The winter solstice is one day past. Let there be light.

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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