Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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What Comes Next, Comes Next

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The election is over. It is not the result I had hoped for. For now, I am just trying to keep my head on straight and focus on what’s in front of me.

And so, I took a walk Sunday afternoon, in the sharp, unflinching November light that reveals each detail of bark and lichen and crumbled leaf. A friend had mentioned a lake not far away that you can circumnavigate via a pontoon bridge that connects to a woodland trail. The weather was pleasant, not too cool, not too hot. And I needed to clear my head.

It took me about 45 minutes to walk the full route. Water gurgled as it lapped the pontoon bridge, a popular attraction for families pushing strollers. A gaggle of teen boys asked me to take their photo against a backdrop of sun-illumined lake. Children ran ahead of their parents, delighting in the novelty of walking across water. Others whined until they were picked up and carried by moms, “just for a little while.”  The woodland walk was less traveled, peaceful, more conducive to sifting and sorting my emotions.

What struck me most, however, along the whole route, was the number of different languages I overheard. That, and the friendly greetings of strangers. Whatever the outcome of this election, we are a big-hearted country made up of people from all over the world who call America home. Many of us, myself included, are children of immigrants and, yes, refugees. Whatever happens, we must remember that. Our diversity, our generosity, our kindness—these are our true strengths.

Here are some photos. Hope you enjoy.

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.

Harbingers of Spring

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At last, the weather is warming here in Central Massachusetts, and we’re turning green again. I’m always struck by the subtleties of early spring, how the tiniest buds and flowers emerge before I notice. And then, all of sudden, so much color. It always gives me such a lift.

You don’t have to go far to find these verdant harbingers. Here are a few glimpses from around our home. Enjoy!

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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One of the scariest aspects of a scleroderma diagnosis is to realize how deforming this disease can be. Everyone is different, and how your body changes will be unique to you. Early on in my progression, the skin on my face became so tight that I began to have discomfort blinking. For some, this facial tightening can make it impossible to close lips over teeth. It can reduce your hands to look clawed. At its most virulent, it can make obvious the skeleton beneath.

For all those who live with scleroderma, this is a terrifying prospect. For women, especially, among whom the disease is four times more prevalent, and especially for young women, it can be a harsh sentence in a culture that puts such a premium on youth and physical perfection, narrowly defined.

I have been extremely fortunate that, over the forty-plus years I’ve lived with scleroderma, my skin loosened. I credit the use of D-penicillamine, with which I was initially treated. Six months after I started taking the medication, I began to once again have face wrinkles. Therapies have advanced significantly since then.

Nonetheless, my skin is still not normal on my face, particularly around my mouth and eyelids, and in my fingertips. It has been a long adjustment to aging prematurely. That is why I found this interview with Chloé Cooper Jones, author of the recent memoir Easy Beauty, to be so apt and powerful.

Cooper Jones, who was born with a rare congenital condition called sacral agenisis, has spent her life living with reactions to her visibly disabled body. A writer and philosopher, she explains the difference between the kind of beauty that seems obvious (a sunset, a Monet painting) and that which is more complex and difficult. Her conversation with sociologist and writer Tressie McMillan Cottom delves into the ways we define beauty, what makes beauty intrinsic, and how we view and live with disability.

It is insightful and inspiring. It’s given me some needed perspective as my body continues to age and I contend with my own scleroderma. I hope it does for you, too.

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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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.

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.

Winter Blooms

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After a bitter cold week, it was a wonderful break to visit the Worcester Art Museum’s annual Flora in Winter show this weekend. Timing could not have been better, and the floral artworks, as well as the museum’s art collection, gave me a boost. I hope some of my favorites here brighten your day, too.

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.