Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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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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Added Advantage

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There are two basic reasons why it’s especially important, as the pandemic rages, to wear a face mask in public and indoor gatherings: it protects others from the possibility of your having Covid, and new evidence indicates that it protects you, too, from getting the deadly virus. Covid spreads by vaporized, exhaled droplets. Masks stop the spread.

As the weather gets colder here in Massachusetts, however, I’m discovering another plus for mask-wearing: it keeps my face warmer. Since I dislike the way it causes my glasses to steam up, I’m experimenting with leaving my glasses at home when I do my neighborhood stroll. I’m not so near-sided that this is a safety risk.

With some scarring on my lungs due to scleroderma, the mask can affect my breathing. So, if there is no one else around, I’ll tuck it under my nose so I can breathe more easily. Then if I meet someone along my route, I just pop it back in place.

I look forward to the day when we can dispense with masks. But even with the promise of powerful vaccines on the horizon, even knowing that those of us with compromised immune systems will likely be among the first to get the vaccine, I am resigned to the fact that we’ll still be wearing masks for many months to come. So I’ll focus on the added advantage of staying warm, and just deal.

As I was reminded recently, seat belts were considered an imposition and violation of civil liberties, too, when they became mandatory in all new U.S. vehicles in 1968. I can still vaguely recall how strange and restricting it felt when we had to begin using them. Now most wouldn’t think of driving without them, because seat belts save lives.

So do masks.

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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Constancy

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My mother used to have a saying, “This, too, shall pass.” I suppose it calmed me when I was a child, but as a teen and young adult, it used to drive me crazy. As is the way with mothers and daughters, I took this as her default dismissal that she didn’t take my feelings seriously. Looking back, I suspect that on some occasions, she was speaking from the wisdom of experience, and on others, she just couldn’t deal with my angst du jour, legit or not.

Lately, however, those words have resurfaced in my mind’s echo chamber. As the pandemic surges and the infection rate rises exponentially, as our nation roils in the election’s aftermath, I have found some comfort in my mother’s saying. After all, she lived through Weimar Germany and the rise of Hitler, transplantation to a new nation with a different language and culture, World War II, the McCarthy era, the Cuban Missile Crisis, civic disruption in the ’60s, Watergate . . . the list goes on.

We were most fortunate, in the midst of all that 20th century strife, to enjoy a safe and comfortable middle class life. And I am very grateful, now, to have the luxury of being able to reflect on our nation’s turmoil without experiencing a major disruption of illness or unemployment or the risks of financial ruin in my own family. This is not the case for all too many of my fellow citizens, which is both tragic and utterly unacceptable.

Nonetheless, especially when I go outside, I find reassurance in the natural rhythms of the world, that there are constants that continue to ground us all. The trees are mostly bare, now, in my neighborhood, their brown and crumbled leaves raked into huge mounds that line our streets. The air is crisp; the light, November stark. It is a comfort, even as the days grow short again, to know that the earth still spins on its axis and the seasons, albeit altered by a warming planet, still turn.

Last weekend, as we walked the Cape Cod National Seashore, I found peace in the ocean’s crash and susurrus, the crunch of sand beneath my sneakers, a gem of green sea glass. On Saturday night, we returned to the beach and gazed at the stars. There were Orion and Cassiopeia, the star cluster Pleiades in Taurus, and the russet pinpoint of Mars, all where they always are.

There were days in the past week when I was feeling so anxious about the power of false narratives that I wondered if my health would be affected. Then I finally told myself I simply couldn’t keep going down that rabbit hole. So, even as I still doom scroll all too often, I take my walks, and I read about Nature, and I remind myself, even as none of us knows what is on the other side—this, too, shall pass.

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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Respite

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To say this past week has been intense and stressful would be a vast understatement. We have a new President-Elect, but the months between now and Inauguration Day on January 20, 2021, promise to be a rocky ride. So, as a public service, I offer you some soothing images of our escape to Cape Cod over the weekend. Visiting the ocean and environs always calms my nerves. Hope this virtual visit does the same for you. Enjoy . . .

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.

Flu Shot

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I got my flu shot last Thursday morning. Unlike previous years, when my health care provider would offer walk-in “flu clinics” that involved checking in, confirming that my doc was part of the practice, then quickly moving through the line to an exam room, getting the shot, and leaving, in Covid Time I had to make an appointment.

I was greeted by a car valet who squeezed sanitizer onto my palm, then the welcome staff who handed me a paper mask (can’t wear your own) with a pair of tongs. After checking in at six feet from the counter, I proceeded to the elevator, where another patient pushed the buttons for me (I would have used my elbow instead), then on to the adult medicine waiting room and took a seat.

To my dismay, I realized I’d left my phone at home—big mistake for waiting rooms—but, fortunately, the nurse came out within a few minutes to invite me to the exam room. The rest went as usual, and I barely felt the shot (unlike a few years ago, when the nurse hit a bone near my shoulder with the needle, big ouch). All done within about the same amount of time as a flu clinic.

Since I’m over 65, I got the super flu shot, and by that afternoon, I was starting to feel a bit out of it. My arm didn’t really hurt, but I was just tired and woozy. Watching the last presidential debate did not help. Sleep was most welcome, and by the next morning, I felt like myself again.

All this made me wonder: how bad is the flu this year? I don’t usually have that kind of a reaction. And, how awful would it be to get it in Covid Time, let alone get Covid? Fortunately, at least as far as the seasonal flu goes, I can just sit back and safely speculate—and urge you, if you haven’t done so already, to get your flu shot now.

We are blessed to have easy access to a flu vaccine. A hundred years ago, people didn’t have that option. The great influenza pandemic of 1918-1920 infected an estimated 500,000,000 people worldwide. Of those, about 50,000,000 died—including 675,000 individuals here in the U.S.

In the past eight months, at least 225,000 Americans have died from COVID-19. According to the best estimates, we won’t have access to a widely distributed vaccine until at least next summer. By that time, if we continue on our current path with mixed response to mask wearing and social distancing, the nonpartisan Institute for Health Metrics and Evaluation at the University of Washington projects that we will have lost nearly 383,500 of our fellow citizens by January 31, 2021. If everyone finally concedes to wear masks, the projection is still very grim, but lower, 321,500 deaths. And if we go the way of easing restrictions, the total jumps to a projected 480,000 dead—well on the way to the death toll of a century ago.

Just writing these numbers is mind-boggling. Covid cases are spiking across the U.S. as I write. In regions that are surging, hospitals are overwhelmed and running out of ICU beds. We are heading into a very dark winter. Even with best practices, because of inconsistent public health practices nationwide, we may well lose another 100,000 fellow citizens in just a few months.

Nonetheless, given that a safe and reliable Covid vaccine is still many months away, if everyone would just wear a mask, we could save about 50,000 American lives between now and February. Think about it. 50,000 lives.

Our national election is truly a life-or-death decision this year. Please wear a mask. Vote safely. Vote.

And when that effective, scientifically-proven Covid vaccine is finally available, get in line. The safety of all depends on each of us.

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: “Boston Red Cross volunteers assembled gauze influenza masks for use at hard-hit, Camp Devens in Massachusetts,” 1918, Centers for Disease Control.