Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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A Break from the News

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This weekend, my dear husband persuaded me to get out of the house on a bitter cold Sunday afternoon for a visit to our art museum’s wonderful annual Flora in Winter exhibit. It’s always fun to see how area florists interpret artworks, and given the flood of horrid headlines here in the U.S. of late, the exhibit was all the more refreshing. Seeking out beauty is essential these days, to remind myself what matters.

Here are some of my favorites. 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.

No Easy Fix

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So, here’s what I learned at my optometrist last week, with a thanks to all who expressed concern and good wishes:

My blurry vision is due to the fact that my eyes simply don’t make enough tears, the result of Sjögren’s Syndrome that I’ve had for decades. The relief I’ve gotten from using EvoTears, which form a moisture-trapping film over my eyes, is real, but not enough to keep my corneas truly healthy. So, especially in my right eye, which is more blurred, my vision is effectively analogous to looking through a dirty car windshield. This isn’t cataracts. It’s Sjögren’s. And there’s no point in updating my eyeglasses prescription until my corneas heal, because I can’t get an accurate assessment of any vision changes right now.

The other important fact I learned: The Restasis drops (standard treatment for dry eyes) that I use before the EvoTears are in a castor oil suspension. I need to wait a half-hour between the two eye drops, or I’m effectively trapping the castor oil in my eyes. This explains some of the irritation I’ve been experiencing. So, that’s an easy fix.

My optometrist gave me samples of a varenicline solution nasal spray, which I’ve used before, that stimulates tears, to see if this in combination with both eye drops will help. There are two issues with this approach: First, the spray helps, not not markedly, so far. Second, the nasal spray is outrageously expensive, available only by prescription, and not covered by my insurance.

So, I’m back to finding a way to tolerate the scleral lenses. He checked both lenses for me, and there are no scratches, so however I injured my eye a few months ago was some kind of fluke in the way I inserted the left one. I will need to keep the lenses in at least four hours a day, four to five days a week, to really heal my corneas and maintain them.

With six fingers in bandages right now, including that left ring finger still healing from a lost nail and an infection, that’s a challenge. So, I’ll just need to tough it out with the medications I have until I have better dexterity again. (As a side note, I’m typing with just my left pinky on the left hand right now, and somehow I’ve learned to type by touch and don’t have to look at the keyboard. So, that’s some progress!)

If there is any advantage from dealing with scleroderma and its sidekick diseases for more than 40 years, it’s this: I know my body does eventually heal from assaults like this. It just takes time and a lot of patience and vigilance. As the weather warms and my hands improve in their seasonal cycle, I should be able to master the lenses again and find the right balance. I’m grateful that I have access to excellent care and medications and the scleral lenses, even if they are difficult to deal with. The alternative is much, much worse.

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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Cooped Up

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It’s 30 degrees F here today, but the real feel is about 19. It snowed over the weekend, just over four inches of fluffy white stuff, very pretty for a day and now shrinking into icy clumps. It’s too cold for me to take a walk, and the streets are patched with ice.

Ugh. I know it’s a lot colder elsewhere in the world, and there are far too many other urgent issues that demand concern. But right now I’m just feeling stuck inside, when I do my best thinking outside.

My ulcers are healing slowly, a bit better than last week, thanks to starting antibiotics when I realized I had at least one and possibly two infected fingers. But I still can’t do a lot of typing. Which also helps me think.

So I am just muddling along, trying to make the most of this cold day without getting too stuck in the muck I can’t control. I think we could all use a shovel to dig ourselves out, right about now.

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.

Inflection Point

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Monday dawned bright and bitter, with a sparkling five inches of snow weighing down evergreen boughs. As I write, I’m wrapped in my warmest long sweater coat, grateful to be inside, even as I enjoy the view. My appetite is back after last week’s close encounter with a norovirus, for which I am also grateful.

I am writing this on Monday afternoon, glimpsing a flash of a red cardinal in the yews beyond my window, because I have chosen not to watch the inauguration of our 47th president. I have never missed a presidential inauguration until today. I am refusing to watch, because I need to set boundaries for my emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being. In the weeks leading up to today, I have struggled to stay calm.

Our nation is at an inflection point. Democracy is at serious risk. Political power is for sale, and fear is the powerful’s cudgel.

How to stay sane and healthy—and be a responsible citizen in our country’s time of need? I have a few priorities, at the outset:

Stay informed by reliable, independent, accurate news sources. My new favorite is The Contrarian, which was launched last week by former Washington Post columnist Jennifer Rubin and ethics attorney Norm Eisen. Their commentary on the inauguration was priceless—sharp, insightful, and funny, which is a great salve.

Limit consumption of the above so that it doesn’t consume all of my attention. Not yet sure what the right balance is. This is a work in process. My blood pressure will be my guide.

Call my Senators and Congressional Representative to express my concerns. Here in Massachusetts, I’m fortunate to be represented by ethical politicians with a lot of experience, who share my values. But I’m also trying to encourage friends and family elsewhere to do the same. You can find your Congresspeople here. Our voices matter, especially collectively.

Invest my energy locally, to improve my community. For several years I have been involved in efforts to preserve and grow our city’s urban forest and strengthen our ability to withstand climate change. This volunteer work is very rewarding and has literally been saving my sanity. And the trees we plant will outlast whatever happens in Washington.

Write. I continue to work on Novel 2 and seek a home for Novel 1. My art is my way to understand my world. It is an outlet for angst and a refuge. It is both the most difficult work and the most essential.

This journey is not the one I expected to be traveling at this point in my 70 years on the planet. But here we are. The only thing that is certain is the present moment. And the only thing we can control is how we choose to respond.

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.

Resolute

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It’s nearly New Year’s. Already, 2025 looms as an even bigger challenge than 2024. But, we won’t know until we live it.

Which is why, this year, for my resolutions, I have a simple, basic goal. I call it the Three C’s to Strive For:

Inner Calm.

Clarity of mind and purpose.

Courage.

That’s it. I know this will be a constant work in progress. I’m really good at finding lots of things to do to take my mind off what is worrying me. Sometimes this is very productive. Other times, it’s a smokescreen.

How to proceed? I know meditating will help with the first two. Lots of deep breathing. Exercise helps, as well. Limiting my news diet and social media are essential. Writing my novel is essential, too. My acting class, which starts up again mid-January, is a surprising source of focus and clarity.

Courage is a learned skill. My ongoing volunteer work to ensure that our Fair City is able to thrive as it withstands climate change is both a source of uplift as well as an ongoing lesson in how to make a positive difference locally. That’s helped me to become braver in public and to build a team of allies. I hope to keep strengthening those muscles.

Even as I write this, however, I also know that there will be plenty of set-backs and difficulties ahead—but not to let any of that predict what can or will come next.

The only thing that’s real is the moment we’re in. My best wishes to you and your loved ones, Dear Reader, for a healthful, resilient New Year.

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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