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Evelyn Herwitz · March 29, 2022 · 5 Comments

I see my podiatrist this week. It’s a good thing. Every couple of months, he rescues my feet from corns and tiny bits of calcium emerging from the tip of my right big toe. He also trims my toenails, which I can do for myself with a little difficulty, but still need help.

Scleroderma has caused the fat pads on my feet to recede significantly over the years, which makes it difficult to walk on hard surfaces. I really can’t go barefoot on our hardwood floors without discomfort. It feels like walking on bones. That lack of natural padding also makes corns more of an issue, especially when they form over joints.

Since last summer, I’ve been trying to manage a particularly annoying corn that keeps reforming over the metatarsal head of my fifth toe on the bottom of my left foot. Even with orthopedic foam inserts in my shoes—a necessity to cushion the impact of walking—I find myself rolling my left foot toward my instep, to avoid the feeling of stepping on a pebble. This places extra pressure on the metatarsal head under my big toe, which is also uncomfortable, and I end up walking with a slight limp and a rolling gate that aggravates other joints and my back.

It’s amazing how something so tiny can make it so much harder to get around. I find myself avoiding my neighborhood walks, lately, because of all this. And that means I get less aerobic exercise, and my weight starts creeping up again. If I don’t walk, I don’t sleep as well. And so on.

I’ve tried corn plasters and salicylic acid drops, which help a bit, but I can never fully extract the corn myself. Which is why I’m glad to be seeing my podiatrist this week. I’m hoping he can help me to figure out a way to keep the corn from reforming, although he’s told me recurring corns are a really common issue for his scleroderma patients.

My other possible solution is to cut away some of the foam in my left insert, essentially to make a little doughnut hole right where my corn touches it—kind of like a built-in corn cushion.

Living with scleroderma is, in some ways, a never-ending series of problems to be solved. Even after 40 years of managing this disease, it continues to surprise me. And so, my goal is to keep one step ahead, before the little stuff turns into something even more complicated and difficult to manage.

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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Filed Under: Body, Touch Tagged With: calcinosis, feet, managing chronic disease, resilience

Unnecessary Procedures

Evelyn Herwitz · June 23, 2020 · 4 Comments

For well over a year, I’ve had a piece of grey calcium protruding from the pad of my right thumb. As I wrote back in February, I finally saw my hand surgeon and worked out a plan for him to remove it—the challenge being that it’s only the tip of a long chain of calcium that runs down the entire thumb. It gets in the way, hurts when I bump it, and generally makes me drop things.

Surgery was originally scheduled for this spring, but, of course, the pandemic put that plan on hold. I got a call at the end of May, as the hand surgeon’s office began to reopen, to see if I wanted to reschedule for June, but I declined. It just felt too soon—a good thing, as it turned out, because I got an infection in the left thumb that has taken weeks to clear, and I know he wouldn’t have operated under that circumstance, even if the opposite thumb was the problem.

The situation in the past few weeks has gotten really uncomfortable. With the clearing infection on the left and protruding calcium on the right, I was having greater and greater difficulty doing basic tasks. I had a note in my calendar to call the hand surgeon’s office this week and was now ready to get on his schedule as soon as possible.

Then, Sunday night, as I was changing clothes to get ready for bed, I felt a sharp twinge in my right thumb. Then I noticed some blood on my nightclothes. Sure enough, that nasty chunk of calcium had finally, finally, broken off of its own accord. It left a hole in my thumb, about an eighth of an inch deep. The tip of the rest of the calcium chain was barely visible and far enough beneath the surface to remain inoffensive, for now.

I was thrilled. No more need for surgery, no more risk of exposure in a medical setting to infections or Corona, regardless of precautions. From long experience, I knew the hole would quickly close up on its own. So I rinsed it with peroxide, bandaged it with antibacterial ointment, and went to bed.

By Monday morning, it was already half healed. Warm weather certainly helps. Best of all, I can finally use my right thumb again.

This is not to say that, if I’d had no relief, I wouldn’t have gone ahead with the procedure. But our bodies do have a way of healing themselves. I kept hoping this would happen on its own, which is why I took so long to see my hand surgeon in the first place. As if to drive the point home, in Monday morning’s New York Times was this article about how people who have had elective procedures postponed during the pandemic are actually staying healthier than expected.

Complex trade-offs. Grateful that the scale of options swung in favor of non-invasive, this time.

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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Filed Under: Body, Mind, Sight, Touch Tagged With: calcinosis, finger ulcers, hand surgery, hands, managing chronic disease, resilience

Thumbkin

Evelyn Herwitz · May 26, 2020 · 2 Comments

Memorial Day Weekend was low key for me this year. Not only because of the pandemic, although that certainly set the tone. The weather wasn’t the culprit; it was quite beautiful here for most of the weekend. There was simply nowhere that I felt like going to mark the beginning of what will be a most unusual summer season.

Some of my mood involved wanting to avoid crowds. I understand everyone’s restlessness and desire to get out and away, but I really don’t get all the celebrating without social distancing and masks. Pretending it’s over or choosing to ignore the risks to others from your own actions is to be willfully irresponsible. The virus doesn’t care how impatient we are. It will always have the last say. Tragically, the consequences of crowding over this weekend will be all too clear in a few weeks as the infection rates climb again.

The rest of my mood was due to spending the better part of the past few days recovering from a sudden and severe infection to my left thumb. I don’t know how I picked it up, though I suspect a visit to one of my providers in a hospital office a couple of weeks ago, when I was not allowed to wear protective gloves (hospital policy). In any case, several days after that appointment, my thumb started acting up, and by Monday, a course of topical antibiotics didn’t help, so on Tuesday I started my standby antibiotic to stem the tide.

It seemed as if this was calming down the discomfort for a couple of days, but by Thursday, I was experiencing more pain, and by Friday, I had spent a restless night trying to deal with what was becoming one of the worst bouts I’ve had with pain management in about three years. On a scale of 0 to 10, I was hovering around 8 or 9. The sensation was akin to the literal purpose of a ‘thumbkin’— thumbscrew torture—that, and unpredictable electric shocks from inflamed nerve endings. Not fun.

Fortunately, my infectious disease specialist prescribed a stronger antibiotic on Friday, and after the third dose on Saturday, the swelling began to recede and the pain was significantly less intense. I am exceptionally grateful to him, given that he’s the head of infectious diseases for one of our local hospitals and quite busy with COVID-19 cases. I’ve known him for at least 20 years, he trusts my account of symptoms, knows all the antibiotics I’m allergic to, and took an educated guess about this one, which seems to have done the trick without setting off a reaction (so far). We speak by a telehealth appointment this afternoon to review status.

The swelling and aftermath at the tip of my thumb caused the skin to rupture and allow pits of calcium and liquified calcium to escape, which also helped to relieve pressure and pain. I’ve known for decades that there’s a Milky Way of these pits in both thumbs due to calcinosis, and any inflammation or swelling stirs them up. I’ve been carefully debriding the wound, another skill I’ve developed over years of dealing with digital ulcers, and will be babying this thumb for weeks to come as it heals.

But here’s where the beginning of the summer season really is something to celebrate. It’s getting warmer, always good for healing. My energy bounced back pretty quickly after catching up on sleep over the long weekend. I’m feeling much more like myself again, and I’m grateful for the extra time to rest.

This infection is also a strong reminder that microscopic bacteria and viruses are ever present. Just because we can’t see them with the naked eye doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Skin is our first line of defense against disease. For those of us with scleroderma, caring for our skin and overall health is just a whole lot more complicated than hand washing. To get through this pandemic, however long it lasts, however inconvenient the restrictions may seem, there is nothing more important right now than taking the needed precautions that will protect ourselves and others, whether known or not.

End of rant. 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 New World Order

Evelyn Herwitz · March 24, 2020 · 4 Comments

It’s Monday afternoon, and I’m watching huge, fluffy snowflakes fluttering to earth outside my window. They land gently, without a sound, the perfect antidote to the frightening headlines on my news apps and comments in my Twitter feed.

I should stop reading it all, I know. But I feel compelled to keep up with the latest COVID-19 developments. It’s like we’re all trapped in this horror movie, but we can’t close our eyes. We need to know how it ends. And we can’t leave the theatre.

I find solace in meditation, my writing, helping my clients to communicate their efforts in response to the pandemic, connecting with family and friends, studying for my German classes (now online), watching videos of people in Italy making music from their balconies.

And I’m finding workarounds to being mostly home bound. Last Friday, instead of driving into Boston for a long-awaited first appointment with my new rheumatologist at Boston Medical Center, I made an arrangement with him via MyChart messages to speak by phone. The Rheumatology Department is in process of switching over to telemedicine, but not there quite yet.

He was very generous with his time. We spoke for 40 minutes about a wide range of my concerns, not only my health status, but also about social distancing and risks of the virus for other family members. As for me, he said my age is a greater risk factor than my scleroderma. This varies, of course, for each individual, but in my case, my lung involvement has remained a lesser issue, thank goodness.

Earlier last week, my hand surgeon’s office checked in about my upcoming procedure to remove a bothersome calcium deposit from my right thumb. We agreed to postpone until June, earliest. I’ve been living with this annoyance for at least a year. No point in doing it now, even in an outpatient surgical center, as planned.

Sleep does not always come easily. It seems that I get a good night’s rest every other night. It’s hard to turn off the worries about what the future holds. But at least I’m not driving anywhere long distance right now, which is riskier when I’m fatigued.

Instead, I’m trying to walk outside as often as I can. Over the weekend, I took a long walk to our city’s oldest park, to clear my mind and get some exercise. It was crisp and sunny. On any normal weekend afternoon, with such good weather, the park’s playground would have been crowded with kids and parents. Instead, only one couple with a small child played briefly on a swinging saucer. Traffic was light. A handful of people walked or jogged around the park’s narrow pond, some alone, some in pairs. We passed each other with a smiled greeting and six feet of separation.

As I rested on a bench, a squirrel bounded across the grass. In all the years I’ve been observing squirrels, I don’t think I ever noticed that they jump instead of walk from place to place. Instead of being wrapped up in my head, I had slowed down my mind enough to simply pay attention. A good thing.

A guided meditation I was listening to this morning noted how important it is to see and acknowledge all the little things in life that are going right, right in front of us. It is so easy to get sucked into the terrifying vortex of COVID-19, the news of exponentially mounting cases, the sudden deaths of loved ones, the exasperating muddle of federal leadership. While it’s essential to be alert and informed by reliable sources, too much information doesn’t help me cope.

So right now, I’m just going to watch the snow fall.

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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Chain of Command

Evelyn Herwitz · February 25, 2020 · 4 Comments

For about a year, now, I’ve had a pit of calcium sticking out of the pad of my right thumb. It looks like a very small, gray pebble, but it will not budge. If I press on it or accidentally bang it, it smarts. It’s also an open wound that I have to tend very carefully to avoid infection.

Usually, when a bit of calcinosis finds its way to the surface of one of my fingers, I can either pull it out or it will pop out on its own. Not this one. Recently, when I tried twisting it with a pair of tweezers, the top broke off, but there remained a needle-like protrusion that is just as stubborn.

So, I finally gave up and saw my hand surgeon last Friday. One look under the fluoroscope, and we had the answer. That pit is the tip of a chain of calcinosis that stretches all the way down my thumb. I’ve known for years that I have a veritable Milky Way of calcium pits floating in both thumbs and other fingers, but never seen anything quite like this.

We discussed options and agreed that he would debride it in an outpatient surgical center. It would be foolhardy to try to clean out all the calcinosis, because (a) it will probably grow back and (b) the risks to my thumb’s ability to function are far too high, especially in my dominant hand. So he’ll just remove a bit at the top of the chain, so I can use my thumb with less pain. We also agreed he’d put me out rather than use local anaesthesia. Too much digging around in my thumb would make me too anxious.

He ribbed me that I always bring him difficult challenges, and I teased him back that I didn’t want him to get bored. This is the same surgeon who saved my hands two-and-a-half years ago from horrific ulcers that lifted up to reveal bone and two broken knuckles, so I trust him completely. Back then we built a great rapport and mutual respect. He told me I should teach a course on wound care.

Now I await word about a date for the procedure, as well as confirmation that the surgical center he recommended is in-network for my Medex BC/BS plan. There’s a back-up, if that doesn’t work out. Always essential to check, first.

So, once again, my hands are in good hands. I wish I didn’t need to see my surgeon, but I’m very grateful that he’s there.

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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