Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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By Way of Explanation

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Just over a month ago, I received a comment from a disgruntled reader. She chose to unsubscribe from this blog because she felt I was dwelling too much on politics and religion, and not enough on issues related to the scleroderma community. That’s fine. She was certainly entitled to her opinion.

Ironically, in the weeks since, as I’ve slogged along with finger ulcers et al, I’ve been writing about nothing but micro-level health challenges that are the daily wear and tear of this disease. My fingers will be a long time healing, still (saw a vascular surgeon/wound care specialist recently who confirmed [a] the ulcers will need months of patient tending, [b] debridement is neither required nor recommended at this point, thank goodness and [c] I’m doing everything right), and I’m tired of writing about them.

The way I see it, if all I focus on are the minutiae of how I feel every day about my health, then the scleroderma has won. The healing process is so slow with these ulcers that if I keep reporting about it, the time seems to drag even more. My big victory of the week is I can now type again, with three fingers—two on the left, one on the right—as long as I don’t overdo. That means I can use my laptop and even write lying down on the couch, as I am right now, to rest my back (which is also healing slowly).

But there is much more to life than all this. There are big, troubling issues affecting our country and our world, challenging all of us. There are happy events (I had a great visit with my sister Memorial Day weekend; our younger daughter just landed a wonderful job), sad events (the recent death of a mentor of mine), and everything in-between.

Ultimately, living with scleroderma is about living. I don’t want to be reduced to writing only about this disease, even as it plays an outsized role in my world. I am more than the sum of all my doctor’s appointments and health challenges, and so are you, Dear Reader. That’s what I intend to keep writing about, and I hope you’ll stick around.

P.S. Apologies if you received a duplicate email of last week’s post—the blog misfired.

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.

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Fault Lines

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This past week brought more doctor’s appointments. The culture on my ankle ulcer came back positive for a rare gamma-negative bacteria. And, of course, I’m allergic to the sulfa antibiotic that is the treatment of choice.

So it was time to see my infectious disease specialist. And, of course, he was not available. Another very experienced specialist was covering for him, but when I asked for an appointment, I was told that his next available was in three weeks.

Now, I don’t know if the receptionist really understood what the doctor’s specialty is all about. But I wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

“This is an active infection,” I said. “I have to see him this week.”

She took my phone number and told me someone would get back to me. Soon after, I got a call from one of the nurses, who said the doctor had reviewed my test results and wanted to see me that day. Which I did. He gave me a prescription for a different class of antibiotics, and so far, it seems to be working.

It pays to be assertive, especially when dealing with the medical profession. Over the past three-plus decades, I’ve learned that you have to advocate for yourself. I don’t mean being obnoxious or yelling at hapless appointment secretaries. But medicine involves a lot of gatekeepers, some of whom insist on sticking to rigid rules of access. I do my best to be firm, polite, yet clear about what I need. That requires a willingness to push the envelope.

It also requires creative problem-solving. The other appointment that I needed was to see a wound care specialist. Several of my digital ulcers are somewhere on the skin damage continuum between second and third degree burns. I know they are going to take months more to heal. This is the worst they’ve ever been, and I need some serious advice.

When I saw my podiatrist about my ankle ulcer, he had referred me to the wound care specialist at his hospital, an hour-and-a-half from home. This physician is very good. But when I called for an appointment, I was informed that one of my other doctors, who is familiar with my digital ulcers, would have to send some medical notes.

Enter the world of HIPAA releases. I had two choices: to send records from my Boston Medical Center rheumatologist or from my rheumatologist at home. BMC, I soon discovered, would take 7 to 10 business days to process the written and faxed request. If I went through my local medical center, the request would only take a few days. But there was still the matter of then getting an appointment. All told, I estimated it would be a good month before I could actually be seen. Too long.

So, when I saw the infectious disease specialist last Wednesday, I asked his advice for a wound care specialist at my local hospital. He gave me the name of a vascular surgeon, and I then asked Al, who works at the hospital, to find out what he could. One of his colleagues, another social worker who knows this doctor’s work with patients, gave a sterling recommendation. I called the wound clinic and immediately got an appointment for this coming Thursday.

I’ve learned a great deal from living with scleroderma for three-plus decades about how to get the right care. You have to be tenacious, no matter how lousy you may be feeling that day. You have to understand the complexity of your disease, research about treatments, what’s covered under your insurance, what isn’t, how to find the right physicians, and how to get the answers that will really help you to heal.

And that’s just for starters. At the granular level, managing a chronic “pre-existing condition” is a whole lot more complicated—and stressful, and exhausting (not to mention expensive and time-consuming)—than soundbites or political slogans can ever convey.

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.

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Feed the Dragon

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This is an experiment. I am dictating this blog post with voice activation software. I’ve considered making this investment for some time, but my digital ulcers finally made the decision for me. My fingers have been so sore over the past few weeks that the only way to help them heal is to stop typing. And I can’t stop. Writing is my livelihood and lifeblood.

The investment, even in the first few hours of learning how to use my new Dragon software, is already paying off. This is an absolutely amazing experience. The transcription is quite accurate. I still have a lot to learn and, to some extent, I’m mixing keyboard corrections with dictation. But 99 percent of what I am writing here is voice dictation. And that’s just with the limited skills I’ve learned in a basic tutorial.

One of the great things about dictating is that the words appear on the screen faster than I can possibly type. At the same time, the process of translating thoughts to a sequence of spoken words is going to take some getting used to. Even as I hear the words in my head whenever I type, there is a seamless mental process that translates those words through my fingers to the keyboard and onto the screen. In speaking those words to the dictation software, I almost have to ignore the sound of my voice in order to focus solely on the words before me.

That said, I am thrilled to have such a powerful alternative to typing with my fingers. I’ve been playing with emails and text messages, and this blog post is my first attempt at writing something longer.

There are, of course, some amusing aspects to the software. Think AutoCorrect on steroids. There is a whole lexicon of commands to learn. For example, if you mess up what you just dictated, you say “scratch that.” However, I actually had to type that phrase just now, because the software thought I was giving a command. So, there’s a lot to learn.

I also wonder how dictation will affect the way I hear the music of words, phrases and sentences. Will my writing become more conversational just because I’m speaking to my computer? Or will it sound more stilted to my ear because I have to speak in phrases . . . at least for now.

My new Dragon has little wings. It needs nourishment and attention. We must exercise together before it will really be able to fly. I can’t wait to see the view.

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.

Image Credit: Dragon Medallion, Ming dynasty (1368-1644), silk and metallic thread tapestry, Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Routine Maintenance

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On Monday, I saw my rheumatologist at Boston Medical Center—regular appointment, well-timed. It’s been a tough couple of weeks, pain-wise, between my back issues and very irritated digital ulcers. So there was a lot to discuss, first with the Fellow, and then my doc.

But, in the end, it all came down to basics: Yes, I have a muscle spasm in my back that will take more time to heal on its own. And, yes, my seven finger ulcers and left ankle ulcer are taking forever to heal, per usual. No real options but to be fastidious in my care and wait for warmer weather. My infected knuckle has cleared, and I can stop the antibiotics. An X-ray of my left thumb revealed a galaxy of calcium deposits. At present, they don’t hurt, and it doesn’t make sense to undergo more hand surgery to remove them, because the trauma caused by the surgery would probably be worse than just letting them float for now.

My right eardrum is not vibrating properly according to a hearing test I had recently, due to an inflamed eustachian tube for the past year. But my doc agreed with my assessment that the procedure recommended by the ENT—which involves inflating the eustachian tube with a tiny balloon—is not worth pursuing because the research I dug up stated that it probably requires a general anesthetic, given my very narrow nasal passages, and is only successful 30 percent of the time, with no proof of lasting effects.

I decided to pass on a back X-ray recommended by the Fellow to check for any skeletal issues, because I’d already had one X-ray that afternoon of my hand (enough radiation exposure for one day) and there wasn’t any real indication of bone issues with my back pain. I accepted a prescription for medication to relieve the muscle spasm. Can’t hurt to try it overnight and see what happens. It only cost $1.42. I picked it up on my way home, along with a couple more thermal packs for my back. (Thank goodness for those thermal packs—only way my lower back could withstand the 100 mile round trip drive.)

The best thing I did for my back last week was to get a good electric heating pad, rest, read and do stretching exercises. The best thing I did for my sore fingers was to stop typing. There is no magic pill for any of this stuff. Only a boatload of patience, common sense and determination to keep on going.

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.

Flat Out

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I’ve been writing lying down all day. For some crazy reason that I cannot pinpoint, I screwed up my back over the weekend. Did I sneeze the wrong way? Did my cough cause a muscle spasm? Whatever the explanation, I find myself unable to sit or stand for long stretches. I can’t lift a pot of water or a platter of pasta.

Ridiculous.

This follows at least a week of managing digital ulcer pain with a combination of antibiotics to control an infection, over-the-counter pain meds and my slew of bandages, dressings and ointments. Not to mention fighting a respiratory virus. Which is why I was coughing and sneezing.

Pain is exhausting. It interrupts sleep and demands attention. It voids concentration. It gnaws at your moods and throws obstacles in your path.

Most of all, it slows you down. There’s writing I’ve postponed because I need to rest my fingers. There are errands I want to do and places I want to be that must wait until I feel up to driving. Nothing to do but stretch and wait and rest and respect my body’s need to heal.

It could be much worse, I know. But it’s enough, already. I want to get back to my regular state of quasi-normal. Maybe I’ll get lucky and sleep it off. More likely, I’ll just need to dig deep for more patience and wait it out.

Aaargh!

Thanks for listening,

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.

Image Credit: Aimee Vogelsang