Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Liminality

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For a few minutes on Monday afternoon, clumps of snowflakes swirled in the air, large as silver dollars. I was scrolling through my Twitter feed while eating lunch, checking for news of violence in D.C. or state capitals. There wasn’t any, thank goodness. The snow was brief, and did not stick.

I feel as if I am spinning like those snowflakes, neither here nor there, caught in liminal time and space, somewhere on the invisible threshold between states of being.

I go about my work and meetings on ephemeral Zoom, catch up on correspondence with friends and family, tell Al to “be safe” when he goes out to see his clients and do their grocery shopping.

I recheck our state’s Covid website to see if there are any new announcements about vaccine availability. There are none. I check the time and count the hours until Wednesday’s noontime Inauguration.

I look at surreal images of our nation’s capital, thick with masked men and women in camouflage, carrying arms—this time, in service of our country—and am both relieved and so very sad that it has come to this.

I remember to meditate before breakfast, but forget to walk after lunch. Daylight wanes as another 24-hour cycle wheels past or through or into memory.

My memory isn’t as sharp as it once was, so I write, so I know that I really was here, in this strange time and place that will someday be the subject of countless doctoral theses and historical treatises. I imagine colloquia and documentaries and debates, far into the future, about the forces that shaped our present, when people will wonder how we let it happen. They will have the advantage of knowing how it all turned out. But we must remain, here, and wait, 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.

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I don’t know anyone who can’t wait to give 2020 the boot.

This long year of grief, loss, anger, hated, injustice, hunger, illness, forest fires, super storms, deception, confusion, fear, so much fear, has left deep wounds that will take years to heal.

Will 2021 actually be any better? January 1 is just the day that follows December 31. It only feels different because we deem it so.

But we’ve learned a thing or two this awful year about wrestling with risk and uncertainty and adapting. And we can decide to push the reset button whenever we want. Not just on January 1, 2021, but on every new day that dawns. It is really up to each and every one of us to choose to do better, be kinder, act with courage, speak out, bridge misunderstandings, lend a helping hand, smile at a passing stranger (even with only eyes above masks), give thanks for what we have rather than focus on what’s missing.

By this time next year, I hope and pray the pandemic is but a blurred memory, our government is no longer a perpetual dumpster fire, commitment to justice for all is our lived priority, controlling climate change is a given, and that our lives, if never truly returned to normal, whatever that means, are at least more joyful.

It’s up to us to make that happen, moment by moment, choice by choice.

So, bring it on, 2021.

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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A Tale of Two Visits

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I had two visits with my Boston Medical Center physicians last week—one, in person with my new rheumatologist, and a second, via video chat, with my cardiologist. Both had been scheduled months ago, but it afforded me an interesting opportunity to compare the two modes of doctor’s appointments.

My in-person visit went well. I was very glad to see my doc and have a good long conversation with him. He gave me plenty of time to discuss my health and any concerns, and was able to answer all my questions. It was more of a schmooze than a strict, all-business visit, and I think being there helped to make that possible. Having that time—we spoke for about an hour, with only a brief interruption—made the commute worth it.

The downside was just the stress of being there, with all the Covid concerns. First off, I had forgotten that the parking garage requires you to touch a button to get your parking ticket. I did this with gloves on, but how many people don’t? It’s a virus magnet.

There was the inevitable challenge of door handles, elevator buttons, and using a public restroom. I got past all those hurdles with extra vigilance and disposable gloves, which I kept on until I went into the exam room. I used plenty of hand sanitizer, with and without gloves. The medical center checked temps and symptoms upon entry, handed out masks with a pair of forceps, and limited occupancy of elevators and waiting rooms. It simply was not as crowded as usual. And the big test, one week out, I have no Covid symptoms, thank goodness. So, that’s a huge relief.

On Friday, I spent a half-hour on a video chat with my cardiologist, whom I’ve been seeing for decades. The only drawback was a slight hiccup in the video signal that almost kicked us off to a phone call, but fortunately, the signal stabilized. We had a very thorough conversation, which was as good as if I had seen him in person. And no stress of driving or dealing with the public space.

So, given the choice—seeing as I’ve now had a good personal visit with my new rheumatologist and made a real connection with him—I think I’d prefer sticking with telehealth until I’ve had the vaccine and am in the safe zone. The stress of Covid vigilance is intense for me. My blood pressure at BMC was much higher than normal, and that’s probably the reason (back to normal at home).

And it sure beats traffic.

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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Calculated Risk

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This Tuesday I have my first in-person visit to Boston Medical Center in about a year. All my appointments since last winter have been via telemedicine or phone. My new rheumatologist told me when we spoke over the summer that he’s now trying to alternate virtual and face-to-face meetings with patients unless circumstances make an in-person visit too risky. Given the pandemic’s surge, I was expecting this one to be telemed once again, but not so.

Instead, I’ve received a series of texts and emails with a Covid questionnaire (all my answers to risk and exposure were ‘no’), instructions about coming alone (unless I was accompanying a child or a disabled or elderly patient), and to remember my insurance cards (of course).

What I don’t know is this:

Will they give me a new mask and require hand sanitizer when I arrive? I assume so. This is standard at every other medical practice that I visit. I hope they won’t prevent me from wearing my protective gloves.

Will there be a limit on number of people in the elevator? The Rheumatology Department is on the seventh floor, and the elevators in the medical building were always crowded in the Before Times.

How many people are scheduled for the waiting room at a time? Appointments often run late. There’s a big open corridor outside the office with large glass windows overlooking the BMC complex. The waiting room is shared with another department. Can I wait in the corridor instead of the waiting room? Will someone come to get me?

I will bring some cleaning supplies along in case I have to use the public restroom. At least on the 7th floor, the restroom doesn’t get too much traffic, but BMC is still a busy place, and I can’t take any chances.

Is it worth it to go in person? I could have requested a virtual appointment. But I actually want to see my rheumatologist again. We only met once, when my long-time physician, Dr. Robert Simms, was transitioning to retirement. It’s time to have a real visit. I really like and respect my new doc, and we need to get to know each other better.

So, I will take the calculated risk. Life is full of such decisions these days. Maybe, by the next appointment, I’ll have been vaccinated already. God willing.

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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Thankfully

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Thanksgiving last Thursday was for us, as for so many, a shadow of celebrations past. But it was still lovely and meaningful, in its own way. Our eldest daughter, who also lives here in Massachusetts, was able to join us, even as our youngest had to stay at home out-of-state. Still, we enjoyed an extended family Zoom and watching a movie together-while-apart in the evening. No substitute for in-person, but I’m grateful that we all stayed safe. I cooked a vegetarian, gluten-free feast, with sous chef assistance from our daughter, including this excellent recipe from The New York Times for “Roasted Cauliflower Gratin with Tomatoes and Goat Cheese,” which I highly recommend.

The Times on Thanksgiving also featured a wonderful compilation of reader contributions of six-word gratitudes. Here are ten of my own:

COVID-19 vaccines: Light at tunnel’s end.

All still Corona-free. Knock on wood.

Okay, otherwise, with no digital infections.

Supermarket cashiers risking health for us.

Ample food. Loving family. Roof overhead.

Longer days in just three weeks.

Virtual, imperfect, but meaningful Zoom togetherness.

Good neighbors who wave behind masks.

Local election officials who defend democracy.

You, Dear Reader, for being here.

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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