Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Through Rain and Gloom

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It’s another one of those weeks when I have a cluster of medical appointments. And they involve a lot of driving. Monday dawned with a deluge of rain, which made the prospect of driving into Boston yesterday morning all the more delightful. Wednesday, the next double appointment day, will at least be sunny.

Both ways yesterday, the driving was intense. Visibility in the worst of the Nor’easter downpour (at least without snow, thank goodness) was about ten car-lengths. And, of course, there were some geniuses on the Mass Pike who chose to ignore all the electronic signs that observed that “wipers on means headlights on” and oh, by the way, this is the law.

The one big blessing in all this was that traffic was not nearly as heavy as usual, perhaps because people are taking off for the holidays ahead of time, or because they were smart enough to stay home. Despite all the rain, I was able to make the drive in a little over an hour, even driving below the speed limit.

I could have canceled and stayed home. But appointments are hard to come by, there’s never a convenient time, and I didn’t want to wait another few months to reschedule.

Most importantly, it was good to have my dental check-up and learn that my teeth have not resorbed more. It was also good to see my wonderful cardiologist, who gave me an A+ on my ECG and said my Type II pulmonary hypertension seems to be well-c0ntrolled with my current medication. There’s no cure for it, but I’m holding steady. And I need to exercise more. I know, I know. I will try to do better.

I was tired when I got home, but I made it safely and got the reassurances I needed that all is well, all things considered. Worth driving in a deluge.

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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600

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There’s something to be said for persistence. Or maybe just a well-honed habit. Whatever the reason, this is my 600th post on Living With Scleroderma. As of January, I will have been writing this blog for 12 years.

My body has aged and changed since that first post. Most notably, my hands required serious revision surgeries in 2017 and a long recovery. I developed Type II Pulmonary Hypertension in recent years (though I probably have had it, undiagnosed, for much longer). My mind is not as supple as it was when I started this project. My eyes require considerable tending for Sjogren’s dryness. I drop stuff too often. I need more sleep to function. And my hair is certainly grayer. Regardless, the fact that I remain healthy enough to keep writing is a profound blessing.

Here’s what I value about this blog: By giving voice to my experiences with this complex disease, I’ve become much more grounded. I no longer feel embarrassed when someone asks about my odd looking hands or stares at them. I no longer shy from talking about scleroderma with others. I no longer feel ashamed or awkward about it.

The other piece that I value highly: Hearing from you, Dear Reader, and how my weekly musings have helped you in your own life, with or without this disease. That’s the real reason I keep writing.

And so, my best wishes to you and yours for good health and joy this holiday season. That’s something we all need in the coming year. Be well.

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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The Power of Art to Heal

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It’s been one of those stretches when all of my medical appointments jammed together. Since last Thursday, I’ve had one tele-med plus two in-person appointments at Boston Medical. Thank goodness for remote visits, or I would have had to drive into Boston to the same place on three different days instead of “just” two.

Even so, I am grateful for the excellent medical care I receive. I was reminded of this all the more while recently watching a new documentary, Angel Applicant, by filmmaker Ken August Meyer.

Meyer lives with diffuse scleroderma, the most aggressive form, and he tells of how he found comfort and insight into his experience from the art of Paul Klee, who died of complications from the disease in 1940, seven years after being exiled from Nazi Germany to Bern, Switzerland. Klee is a favorite of mine, too, for his luminous paintings, as well as for my sense of kinship with him as an artist who created some of his best works during the three years that he wrestled with systemic sclerosis.

Meyer’s film is the most meaningful, poignant, and true story of what it means to live with scleroderma that I have yet encountered. Though it is not in wide distribution, it won multiple awards this year and is currently available to stream on DOC NYC for $15, through November 26. I recommend it highly. You can find the link information here.

I must add that it was not easy for me to watch. Meyer’s experiences, though more debilitating than my own, resonated deeply. Everyone’s encounter with scleroderma is unique, and his has been brutal. Even as I have been living with my own version of this inscrutible disease for more than four decades, now, I gained a different sense of what I’ve been up against all these years that really shook me. At the same time, I profoundly appreciated how he has come to terms with all that scleroderma has thrown at him through his exploration of Klee’s exquisite art. We each have to find our own path in dealing with chronic illness. Meyer’s journey is inspiring.

Above all, the love of Meyer’s family and friends has been essential to his ability to persist through life-threatening challenges. I feel equally blessed.

To you and yours, Dear Reader, my best wishes for a healthy and happy Thanksgiving. Be well.

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: Communing with Paul Klee at the Museum Berggruen in Berlin, 2018. Photo by Al.

Fall Back

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For the first time since I can remember, setting back the clocks this weekend didn’t bother me. Usually, the shift to earlier sunrise and the quickening of darkness at day’s end leave me feeling a bit claustrophobic until my circadian cycle readjusts. But not this fall. Oddly, the changeover feels like it fits.

There’s been a lot of debate about whether we should change the clocks at all. The U.S. Senate unanimously passed the so-called Sunshine Protection Act last year, but then the bill stalled in the House of Representatives. Given the current chaos in Congress, I doubt if it will go anywhere soon, but the goal is to make Daylight Savings Time permanent, nationwide. Why? The main arguments involve, in part, the notion that more daylight hours for evening activities will provide an economic boost for restaurants and entertainment venues.

Compare that to a push by the American Association of Sleep Medicine (AASM), which advocates for sticking with standard time year-round. Here the rationale is that standard time better aligns with our bodies’ natural rhythms. More sunlight earlier in the day helps our brains to shut down production of the sleep hormone melatonin and switch over to wakefulness.

I had read about this debate last year, and when we switched to DST last March, I felt very off-kilter. Now I feel back in synch. Coincidence, or the power of suggestion? I have no clue.

In any case, everyone seems to agree that switching back and forth twice a year is not good for anyone. According to the AASM, this time toggling actually increases risk of heart attack and strokes, mood disturbances and even suicides.

I’m curious to see how I feel as darkness settles sooner over the next few weeks. Not having to drive back from a doctor’s appointment in Boston in late afternoon or run errands at the end of the day definitely helps me to adjust. So does focusing on the stark light of November, when trees are bare and the shadows sharp, a time of transition that I find particularly striking.

And so does the knowledge that in just over six weeks, our days here in the Northern Hemisphere will gradually lengthen, once again. For all the turmoil in our troubled world, Nature’s rhythms soothe.

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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Healing Stories

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One of the most complicated aspects of scleroderma is how it changes our relationship with our bodies. Hands that were once dexterous now are cramped, facial skin no longer flexes. It can become very hard to pick up objects, bend over, reach. In its most virulent form, this debilitating disease literally traps you in your own skin. It’s painful, exhausting, achey. Not to mention internal organ damage to heart, lungs, kidneys, gut.

As I’ve written before, I’ve been graced with a reversal of some of the worst aspects of scleroderma during my first decade of the four that I’ve been living with this chronic disease. I credit the use of d-penicillamine early on, a treatment that was never fully embraced by the medical profession due to inconclusive research. But it worked for me, loosening tight skin in my hands, forearms, and face. I still have abnormal skin that limits my dexterity and ability to open my mouth, but nothing like before, when it was becoming uncomfortable to blink.

Grateful as I am with that gift, I also still wrestle with how scleroderma has affected my face and damaged my hands. Scleroderma ages you prematurely. I’ve learned to make the best of what I have, but it can still be discouraging to look in the mirror.

So, I deeply appreciated an interview that I heard over the weekend with Krista Tipppet of the On Being Project, and Matthew Sanford, about “The Body’s Grace.” Sanford, now in his 40s, survived a car crash when he was 13 that took the lives of his father and sister, and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He speaks of a deepened relationship with his body, a knowing derived from inner silence, a reconnecting with those parts that no longer feel and work as they once did.

Sanford likens this awareness to “walking from a well-lighted room into a dark one. At first, you can’t see anything. But if you sit, and you pause, and you listen, usually there’s enough light to get across the room. It’s not going to be like turning the light back on, but in fact, the world gets this other kind of texture that makes it beautiful. It also makes it scary in the dark; it goes either way.”

Coming to terms with a life-altering accident or disease is a lifelong process that Sanford calls a “healing story.” And, as he and Tippett discuss, all too often, in our youth-obsessed culture, the healing stories we tell ourselves are ones of overcoming physical and emotional adversity. With enough willpower, we, too, can be the 80-year-old who runs a marathon or skydives; we, too, can “power through” anxiety or depression.

Though willpower is an important skill for confronting physical weakening or loss or just plain aging, Sanford suggest that it shouldn’t be the sole or primary skill. Finding your own, unique path of mind-body integration when the connections are weakened or severed is a journey toward a deeper relationship with your physicality and your body’s miraculous striving toward healing, even when damaged. It is also a journey toward deeper appreciation of your connections with others and the world.

We are always so much more than our medical diagnoses. We are so much more than our physical limitations. Each of us writes our own healing story as we learn how to see in the dark.

Here’s a link to the On Being podcast interview with Matthew Sanford as well as a transcript.

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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