Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

managing chronic disease

Candy Heart Wish

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It’s Valentine’s Day, and we could all use a bit more love in this world. While I can’t send you a box of chocolates or a rose bouquet, Dear Reader, if I had my own little candy conversation hearts to share, here is the one message I’d print on them:

BE WELL

Easier said than done, certainly. But it’s a phrase that I’ve been thinking about a lot, especially since the pandemic. I use it to sign most of my email correspondence these days, business and personal.

Being well is more than just a physical state. We don’t necessarily have control over what our bodies do, especially with a disease as complicated as scleroderma and all its associated ailments. Assuming access to good medical care, however (and that’s a big assumption, given health care consolidation and the health insurance mess in the U.S.), it is possible to get treatments and medical support to ease the disease process. It requires recognizing and understanding your personal situation, learning what help is available and whom to trust, being a strong self-advocate, and following through on treatments and protocols.

There is a lot to learn about scleroderma, and a lot to process. My resources page links to leaders in scleroderma research and education, to help you. But the self-advocacy piece is, for me, the most important aspect of dealing with this disease for the past 40 years. I’ve learned to push my doctors for information and explanations, and to share my fears, as well. I’ve also learned to challenge treatment recommendations that don’t make sense, and how to find research that I’ve shared with my medical team to move in a more logical direction. And I make sure that I get all my questions answered in every appointment, regardless of how long it takes. I’m grateful that my medical team respects me for it, as much as I respect them.

In this sense, to BE WELL means that you are not your diagnosis. You are a complex individual with a complicated disease that requires you to stand up for yourself and what you need to remain as healthy, active, and involved in life as you are able. Wellness is as much a state of mind as a physical state. If there is one message that I hope this blog conveys to anyone with scleroderma, newly diagnosed or a veteran like me, it’s about living, not the diagnostic label.

So, happy Valentine’s Day to all. 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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Soup’s On!

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This past weekend here in New England was bitter cold. As in negative teens, even before the windchill factor. Not my kind of weather, not by a long shot. Fortunately, it passed quickly. But winter, regardless of an unwelcome Arctic vortex, is time for soup in our home. So, Dear Reader, here are two wonderful soup recipes I recently discovered from New York Times Cooking, as well as a delicious bean stew:

Golden Leek and Potato Soup by Melissa Clark
The best recipe with leeks and potatoes that I have ever found. I left out the heavy cream, because I don’t do lactose, but it’s fine and rich without.

Roasted Carrot, Parsnip and Potato Soup by Martha Rose Shulman
Recipe calls for a blender, but I just pureed it in my old Cuisinart, and it worked fine. Easy to make.

Rosemary White Beans with Frizzled Onions and Tomato by Melissa Clark
I never knew that onions sauteed until they caramelize are “frizzled,” but whatever you call them, they are yummy! This is also an easy recipe and just so, so good, especially on a cold winter day.

Bon appetite, and if you have links to favorite soup recipes (especially vegetarian) to share, please do!

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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Snake Eyes

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This is not a novel observation, but getting prescriptions filled for a reasonable cost in the U.S. is a crap shoot.

I just spent an hour on the phone with my Medicare Part D insurance company, trying to get prior authorization for a medication I need to refill every other month, but which is not covered by my plan. This, after first calling my pharmacy to find out why they kept sending me messages about an “insurance issue” with the prescription and then being told that they had not yet submitted the scrip and would only know details when it was filled. Now, none of that made sense, because in my app for the pharmacy, I could see the price—nearly $700.

But I need to back up. Because I have for the past several years very successfully been able to fill this scrip and one other very expensive medication via a Canadian online pharmacy in British Columbia. Great service, much more reasonable pricing. That is, however, until last month, when I received a letter from the FDA informing me that my other very expensive medication refill had been impounded at the Port of Los Angeles after being flagged by U.S. Customs.

The reason? Since this medication was available in the U.S., but it was coming from Canada, its authenticity could not be confirmed. To “protect” me from consumer fraud, the FDA was going to destroy it. I wrote to the official who sent the letter, trying to get an exemption, but no luck. And this particular medication would cost in the four figures if filled by my approved local pharmacy.

What to do? Thankfully, my team at Boston Medical suggested an alternative: Marc Cuban Cost Plus Drugs. This is a legitimate, licensed drug wholesaler that fills prescriptions at cost plus a 15 percent markup. And fortunately, they carry my very expensive medication. Here’s the kicker: the price from Canada was $200 for a refill; with Marc Cuban, $10! It arrived within a week and it works just fine, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, they do not as yet carry my other expensive medication, the one for which I await prior authorization. Even with insurance, I’m expected it to be pricey. Maybe there is an alternative, to be discussed with my medical provider, given that we have to wait until 2025 for the new $2,000 cap on Medicare drug out-of-pocket expenses to go into effect. Which assumes that this important provision of the new Inflation Reduction Act doesn’t get killed before then, given all the craziness in Washington.

The system is just so convoluted. And clearly, from the wholesale price for my very expensive medication, Big Pharma is just making a killing. (No news there.) Plus, who really has time or patience to dig for all the information needed to pursue prior authorization? I’m fortunate that I can take care of this for myself, that I own my own schedule at this point in my life, and we can afford the medications we need. Not so for too many others.

And so, after the hour on the phone with the prior authorization department at my Part D insurer, writing an email to my provider to let her know about the form they faxxed, and getting a voice mail from my Part D insurance telling my original request to fill the scrip was turned down (yes, I figured that out already), it’s a waiting game. Fingers crossed . . .

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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Open Wide

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It’s not easy to open my mouth all the way. Even as the stiffening of the skin on my face has eased significantly over the past 40 years (indeed, I have plenty of wrinkles to prove it), I cannot open wide at visits to the dentist or the doctor. My dentist and hygienist and periodontist are all well-versed in managing the complications of working on my teeth. Still, those visits are never easy.

But there’s another aspect to this issue that’s less obvious. And that involves food. In particular, food in restaurants. Most particularly, any kind of fancy sandwich.

Portions are so overdone in most eateries that a panini or vegiburger can be three inches thick or more. And I simply cannot open wide enough to eat it without making a huge mess. (Holding it in my hands is another matter—as in trying not to get sauce or condiments on my bandages, which can infect my ulcers.)

My compromise, on those occasions when I’m hungering for something hearty in sandwich form, is to eat it with a knife and fork. Which works, for the most part, but it’s not the same as tasting all the ingredients together. And manipulating those utensils through thick breads with my hands is no picnic, either.

One trick I’ve learned: It’s easier to eat a sandwich cut on the diagonal than as two rectangles. That way, I can take smaller bites to start and work my way to the center.

But probably the best solution to the restaurant sandwich dilemma: a good, old-fashioned grilled-cheese-and-tomato sandwich. On our trip in December to the Connecticut shore, I had the pleasure of rediscovering this favorite from childhood. Not too thick, not too sloppy (if I wrap it in a napkin as I eat), and so satisfying.

Have any of you with this same scleroderma issue found other good options? Please share!

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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Moonstruck

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I’ve had an Apple watch for a while, now. I made the investment originally because it includes an ECG app, which has come in quite handy numerous times over the past year-plus, as I’ve been trying to understand my arrhythmia and related issues that finally led to a diagnosis of Type II stress-induced pulmonary hypertension. It helps to rule out atrial fibrillation and provides useful data for my cardiologist.

My watch is useful, too, for tracking exercise, and keeping me aware of when I’m getting too sedentary. As I exercise, I can monitor my heart rate, which is important feedback for me as well as for both my cardiologist and pulmonologist, who have given me some guidelines for my ideal range.

All of this is good and valuable for my health. But here’s the fun part: the watch face. You can choose from a variety of styles, and my latest favorite tracks the phases of the moon throughout the month. I’ve paired this with the Hebrew calendar, which is tied to the lunar cycle, and am now more aware of why Jewish holidays arrive when they do.

The neatest part (I really do geek out on this stuff) is that the moon image on the watch changes phases with each day. As I write on Monday afternoon, it is four days before the full moon, and so the moon on my watch is waxing, with just a sliver of dark along the left edge. So, of course, now I’m comparing it to the moon in the night sky. The image on my wrist is remarkably accurate.

I’ve always found the moon to be a comfort. On a clear December night, it gleams like a diamond on black velvet. Illumined by the hidden sun, it still seems to glow from within, radiating calm. However far I travel from home, it’s right there, guarding the night. Even as it reveals itself and recedes from view over a month’s course, it is ever present, repeating its game of hide and seek over and over, throughout millennia.

So, now I carry the moon on my wrist, a reminder of the constancy of change, my own little oasis of calm in the night.

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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