Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Sew-sew

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I’ve had some sewing projects in mind for months—in particular, a dress that I sewed up last summer in a test fabric that I liked so much, I’ve been wearing it on hot days. It would look lovely and feel great in a very soft purple cotton blend that I’ve had in my fabric stash for, literally, decades.

So, with my digital ulcers doing better (summer bonus), though still bandaged, on July 4th I took the afternoon to cut out the pattern pieces. (I use a rotary blade for precision and ease of handling.) In so doing, I realized this would be a tricky project, because the fabric is so soft that it slips and stretches if I’m not careful.

Yesterday it was quite hot outside, in the 90s, so I had to put on the A/C. We have heat pumps that double as air conditioners, and they blow cooled air. Very effective, but with my Sjogren’s, they also dry my eyes even more than normal. But I had the time to start sewing, and I set to work.

It took me about a half hour to thread my serger, and more time to diagnose an issue with my sewing machine, which kept jamming until I realized that the thread had jumped one of the guide loops. The first dart sewed up perfectly. The second slipped despite pinning it in place (a challenge with bandaged fingers) and I had to remove stitches and redo it twice more. But I was not discouraged.

Four more seams on the serger sewed up nicely. I pressed everything carefully and moved on to the next step, a bias-bound neckline. And here’s where I ran into trouble.

When I made the test version, on more stable cotton, I was able to easily manipulate the material and sew it perfectly. But this fabric was a whole other animal. Using the same approach as last time was, simply put, a mess. I couldn’t control the fabric, my stitching was uneven, and I quit two-thirds of the way through the process because I realized it would not work.

Part of the problem was my hands—I could not feel the fabric through bandages in order to guide it in place. And part of the problem was my eyes—so dried from the A/C that my vision was blurring. Even using a small focused light wasn’t enough help.

So, with some difficulty I pulled out the stitches and put the project down. I have an idea of how to fix it, and enough left-over fabric, if needed. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s to stop when I’m frustrated, set the problem aside, and give myself time to rethink my approach. It’s really hot again for the next couple of days, so I’ll need to take both my very dry eyes and my hands into account.

But I will finish the dress.

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.

Stand Up Act

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I’ve been thinking a lot about my posture, lately. Back in May, after I performed a scene from The Glass Menagerie as the culmination of my spring adult acting class, I watched a video of same and was dismayed to see how stooped I’ve become. Some of this is just due to aging, loss of elasticity, and my shrinking spine cartilage. But I also observed how I pull myself inward physically, a deep habit of protecting my hands. While others may not notice this, it was quite striking to me.

Nothing like watching yourself on video to get a reality check.

Ever since, I’ve been trying to remind myself to stand up straight, both to improve my overall health (the more I stoop, the more my whole body feels out of whack) and mental attitude (facing the world head-on). It’s getting a little bit easier, but my slouchy stance is like a strong rubber band that snaps back.

So, I’m going to try Pilates again. The last time I took a class was before Covid, probably even a few years prior to the pandemic. A couple of years ago, I tried yoga, only to throw out my back. It took weeks to recover, and I never returned. I used to enjoy Pilates, especially using the reformer equipment, and I really need a way to strengthen my core.

I found a studio that’s closer than the one I had been attending the last time, and my free intro half-hour is this Thursday. This studio also seems to have a really good range of classes for all skill levels, so I can work my way back into it. Only one problem: They don’t post their rates. Which I don’t like. This studio is part of a franchise, and obviously they want to hook you in with a free trial rather than scare you off with high prices.

So, I’ll just have to try it out and see if it’s worth whatever they are asking. I have enough experience with Pilates to know good instruction when I find it. And my health is priceless.

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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Improv

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I need to keep this short today, because my left ring finger is very sensitive, and it’s my main finger for typing with that hand. I’ve been losing the nail, and the skin beneath it is quite irritated. So I am typing with my usual three fingers on my right hand (thumb, ring and pinky) and using a rubber-tipped stylus to press keys with my left. Normally I use just my thumb and ring finger on the left.

This is slow going, sort of, because I can’t look at the screen as I type. But it’s better than nothing.

Over the years, I’ve learned to type seamlessly with only five fingers. I don’t think about it at all, until something like this happens. I hate voice-activated software, because it slows down my thought process and requires a lot of corrections—or, at least, it used to the last time I tried it, which was about seven years ago.

So, for now, I’ll keep up with this hunt-and-peck method until my finger heals up. Maybe I’ll even learn to type this way without looking. And who knows, maybe I’ll find an even better solution for the next, inevitable time ulcers get in the way of writing.

When things fall apart, creative opportunities abound.

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.

Inner Artist

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When I was growing up, my favorite thing to do in the whole world was drawing. Give me a pencil and a pad of paper, and I was in heaven. One year for my birthday, my parents gave me a drawing kit by Jon Gnagy, whose popular 1960’s Learn to Draw show was must-see TV for me. Along with an instructional book that taught you to analyze objects in terms of spheres, cones, and pyramids, the box contained drawing pencils and paper, a soft eraser, a blending stick, and charcoal. I spent hours in my room, sitting on the floor, working through all the exercises.

As I got older, my favorite drawing medium became pen and ink. But sepia conté crayons, colored pencils, and pastels were also high on the list. Every summer, I would bring a drawing pad and implements on our family vacations to Cape Cod and sketch at the beach. I took summer art classes as a preteen and a drawing class in college, watercolor and drawing classes in my twenties, and since then, occasional classes at our wonderful art museum. For our young daughters, I would draw illustrations and, in a reprise of childhood, would bring my pencils and paper to the beach for our Block Island vacations.

In recent years, however, I have hardly drawn at all. Some of it has to do with damage to my hands from scleroderma. In fact, that’s probably the main reason. Not that I can’t still draw, but when I have a lot of ulcers, it’s just harder to hold a pencil for any length of time. Or so I tell myself. I use triangular rubber grips on my drawing pencils to ease the pressure, and that definitely helps. But something has been holding me back—most likely, just reluctance to push my hands too far.

Even so, I’ve had a New Year’s resolution for more than a year to get back to drawing, which I managed to do only twice in 2024. Each time, once sketching my African violet, and once on Block Island last June sketching Al at the beach, gave me great pleasure. But I still kept putting it off.

On Sunday, I decided to try again—this despite having five bandaged fingers right now. I needed to do something joyful and rejuvenating after a week of such dark news. I pulled out my colored pencils and my mostly empty drawing notebook, set up a vase of roses on a low stool, so I could look down into the blossoms, and drew. It was wonderful. I sank right back into that peaceful, meditative space of observation and interpretation. No matter the ulcers, I could still control the pencils as well as ever. When I finished, I felt relaxed and happy and in tune with my inner, non-verbal artist.

She’s been clamoring for attention. She deserves more.

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.

That Time of Year

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It’s darker and colder, and winter is definitely on its way here in New England. Most of the leaves have fallen, and the city has swept the streets, so we no longer drive amidst canyons of leaf piles. Halloween witches and Thanksgiving turkeys have given way to Christmas lights and inflatable snowmen.

My fingers are not happy. As the temperature drops and the air gets drier, my skin becomes more fragile and ulcers appear. Right now, there are five: one on my left thumb, a couple on my right thumb, one on the tip of my right index finger, and one on the tip of my right ring finger. I am, as you’ve undoubtedly surmised, right-handed.

The thumb ulcers are nothing new. I have these perpetually, year-round. In fact, I can’t recall when I last was able to go without bandages on either thumb, mainly due to calcinosis lurking beneath the surface. The index finger ulcer is new, however, due to another calcium deposit. It is healing, slowly. The ring finger ulcer is more like a thin opening in the skin surface due to dryness. It is harder to heal, maybe because the skin is just very delicate.

So, I clean and bandage them twice a day and am very careful to keep them free of infections. It’s such an ingrained routine at this point that I don’t think much about it—except that I’m going through boxes of bandages at a faster rate than normal. For most of the summer and fall, I just had my thumbs to deal with.

There is some judgment involved, however. At what point do I leave off the bandage at night and allow my finger to heal on its own? It’s a real balancing act. If I forgo the night bandage too soon, the ulcer can get too dry and uncomfortable and wake me up. But if I rely on bandaging too long, then the ulcer may take even longer to heal and possibly get larger. I recently weaned an ulcer on my left index finger successfully. I’m working on the right ring finger this week.

I also need to be careful not to overuse my hands. I was reminded of this over the holiday weekend, when I was immersed in a sewing project that required some hand sewing—a frustratingly major challenge, given my resorbed fingertips and all the bandages. The result was an enlarged ulcer on my right thumb. Aargh. At least the project came out well.

Always an adjustment, heading into winter, no matter how many years I’ve lived with scleroderma. So it goes.

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.