Living with Scleroderma

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Say Cheese

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We could all use a reason to smile right now, and I have a good one. I finally have a full set of teeth.

Back at the end of last July, I once again had to have a tooth extracted due to root resorption from scleroderma. It’s been a long nine months without my lower front tooth, #24, waiting first for the bone graft to heal, then for the implant to heal, then for the crown to be made, and finally, on Monday, to complete the whole process and get my new tooth.

Except I actually lost another tooth along the way. When I saw my dentist last month to take the impressions for the crown for #24, I told him that my periodontist had said #23, right next to it, was already 50 percent resorbed and quite fragile. Would I be able to have a second implant next to the first? I asked.

He paused, then shook his head. Not enough room, not enough bone in my jaw to make it work.

My heart sank. Now what?

Fortunately, he had a good solution. Have #23 extracted soon, then he would order a “cantilevered” crown—essentially, a false tooth for #23 attached to the crown for #24. I’d need a temporary version for the three months it would take for my gums to fully heal from the extraction and bone graft, then a permanent crown by summer.

Not that I wanted the discomfort and expense of another extraction and bone graft so soon, but better now than later. So I went ahead and had #23 removed by my periodontist a couple of weeks ago. It went as well as could be hoped, my gums healed in a week, and I got my temporary crown on Monday afternoon.

I have to say, it’s very, very nice to be able to smile without a big gap in my lower front teeth. My tongue misses having that gap to play with (back to second-grade-missing-teeth time), and the crown takes some getting used to. But given that mask mandates are gradually easing here in Massachusetts, it is great to have a full set of teeth, once again. And I am very grateful that we have the means to afford it.

Not so for many. It really is high time for dental insurance policies to cover more than just cleanings and fillings. Healthy teeth and gums are not cosmetic luxuries. They’re essential for eating well and communicating, and play a huge role in how we’re perceived by others and feel about ourselves. Scleroderma can cause significant dental damage. Some recent research is delving into this issue, which points to a correlation between digital ulcers and so-called Multiple External Root Resorption (MERR), but it needs more attention and a search for mitigating options for those of us who must deal with this rare but particularly disfiguring and debilitating aspect of the disease.

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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Winter’s Breath

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The city swept our streets last week, clearing mounds of brown leaves that neighbors had raked or blown into piles along the curb. Then the wind blew and rain fell and more leaves speckled lawns and sidewalks and pavement.

The trees always win, and that’s fine with me. Fallen leaves return nutrients to soil. And I like their sound and earthy smell as I scuffle through them. A child’s pleasure, it’s one of the rewards of forcing myself out the door to take my walk when it’s colder and the sun sets too early. My neighbors wear warm coats and wool hats as they walk their dogs. We all feel winter’s breath.

My fingers, too, are registering the approach of colder weather. The heat is on in our home, and my skin is dry. I’m up to four digital ulcers again, after a really long stretch of only one or two over the summer and well into fall. For now, no infections, although I’ve been on and off antibiotics for months, and my right thumb is not happy with my typing.

This morning I see my dentist, who had a new flipper made for my missing tooth. I’m hoping it will be easier and sturdier than Version One, which I’ll also have her check. Since I got my implant two weeks ago, the flipper no longer fits. I have yet to decide if this false tooth was worth the money, but I also have at least two more months to wait until I can get my crown and have all my teeth again—that is, assuming that the other lower front tooth, which is also resorbing, can stay put for a while longer.

So it goes. Managing my scleroderma is always a process of fine tuning every day. After 40 years, it’s just part of my routine—time consuming, but mostly white noise. I prefer to focus on living.

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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Flipper

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It’s been nearly three months since I had #24 extracted from my lower jaw, due to resorption caused by scleroderma. The bone graft is well-healed, and in a couple of weeks I will get the post implanted for my new tooth. Then it’s another three to four months to wait until I get the crown to complete the process.

So, meanwhile, I had a “flipper” made, which is a false tooth on a pink base that snaps in place beneath my tongue. I use it occasionally when I’m on a Zoom call with clients or people I don’t know well, because the gap in my lower jaw looks pretty ridiculous. But thanks to masks for Covid, I don’t really need it when I’m out and about. And when I’m with family or friends, it doesn’t matter.

The question is . . . was it worth it? I had to have it adjusted by my dentist a couple of weeks ago, because it was too loose. She was able to tighten the fit, but she also took another scan of my lower jaw and sent it to a different lab to see if they could improve on the current version (at no cost to me). The flipper makes it a bit harder to speak clearly, but perhaps the new version will be less of an impediment.

Bottom line, though, is that I’ve gotten used to the gap, and I’m not nearly as self-conscious about it as I was, at first. My tongue definitely likes to twist and turn in that open space when I’m thinking. I can eat without any trouble.

On the other hand, February is a long ways away, still, and I have a presentation coming up at the end of this month, on Zoom, of course, that I’d prefer to do without a missing front tooth. The screen view really amplifies the gap. I’ll just have to practice speaking with the flipper in place.

These are trivial problems, of course, in the grand scheme of life. There are many places here in the U.S. and around the world where people cannot afford to keep their teeth as they age, for lack of resources, poor nutrition, and/or limited access to dental services. I know that I’m very fortunate, if I must deal with this chronic issue of resorbing teeth roots, that we have the means to pay for this very expensive process.

(Which is why I sincerely hope that Congress is able to pass popular and long overdue legislation that would add dental benefits to Medicare, despite opposition by the American Dental Association, but I digress.)

And so, like a kid in grammar school, I play with the gap between my teeth, and wait.

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.

#24

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More than two years have passed since I last had a tooth extracted due to a complication of scleroderma that causes my immune system to attack the roots of my teeth. But, once again, another one had to go. This time, it was my lower front left tooth, known to dentists as #24.

I’ve had two implants so far. My dental team and I have been tracking another four teeth at risk. At my last cleaning, my hygienist noticed that 24 looked pink at the bottom, indicating the tooth was hollowing out and blood was seeping inside. An X-ray confirmed the extent of the resorption.

At that point, surprisingly, I was not experiencing any nerve pain, given the damage. A consult with my periodontist left timing of the inevitable procedure up to me. I also saw my dentist to discuss the situation, have a new panorama X-ray taken, and figure out where things stood. The other three teeth have not progressed as far, fortunately, so I’ll just continue to deal with them one at a time. But after about a month, I realized 24 was getting more sensitive. I heal faster in summer, so it was time to take care of it.

And so it was, last Wednesday, that I found myself, once again, slightly upside down in my periodontist’s exam chair, trying not to get anxious as I awaited the first shot of Novocaine. Fortunately, the topical anesthetic that preceded the shots worked expeditiously, and the Novocaine took hold quickly, too, so I was spared much discomfort. But I still hate those needles.

Since the tooth was up front, the procedure was somewhat easier than for the past two molars. Just one root instead of multiples, and no overstretching my mouth to get in the back, which is very uncomfortable. But as has been the case before, the ligaments that form a sock around the roots, making it easier to pull, were dried up, so the root was fused to my jaw and had to be drilled out.

The whole process took about an hour, half the time for previous molars. I did my best to stay in the moment, breathe, and listen to Vivaldi streaming on the music system. I recognized one of the pieces that I used to play on my violin in high school. It was a relief when my periodontist finished the last stitch and I could get out of that chair.

Residual pain, once the Novocaine wore off, was, thankfully, minimal and manageable with over-the-counter pain meds. Swelling subsided within 48 hours, thanks to a lot of icing that first day. I can eat without much trouble.

The one mistake I made was assuming the missing tooth, given that is was in my lower jaw, would not be noticeable. Alas, I look like Alfred E. Neuman, except on the bottom. So, I’m going to have a “flipper” made, which is a false tooth that is removed when you eat. Given that this whole procedure, from extraction to implant to crown, will cost about $9,000, with no insurance coverage (outrageous!), the additional $350 for the flipper seemed a drop in the bucket. I really don’t want to live with a gap in my teeth for nine months until I get the crown. I’m not letting scleroderma get the better of how I look and feel about my appearance. Some might call it vanity, but I call it self-esteem.

And there’s a silver lining. Once again, by charging payments on my travel credit card, which we always pay off at month’s end, I’ll at least get more points for whenever we can finally take another extended vacation safely, without fear of Covid complications. Hoping that’ll be at least by next April, when 24 is fully replaced.

Sooner would be better.

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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Turtling

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I wish I could just roll out of bed and get ready for the day in fifteen minutes. Of course, this has been an impossibility for the better part of thirty years that I’ve had scleroderma. But for whatever reason, lately, I’ve been getting more impatient with the amount of time it takes me to get up in the morning.

box-turtle-1409099-640x480Maybe it’s the tease of spring in the air, or the fact that I’m so ready for longer days and shorter nights (at least Daylight Savings Time starts this Sunday).

Or maybe it’s the fact that I have seven digital ulcers right now, which drags out my morning routine.

In any case, there seems no way around the fact that I have to plan at least an-hour-and-a-half, and sometimes two hours, just to get ready for the day.

It starts when my alarm goes off. I don’t wake easily, no matter how well I’ve slept. So I have to plan for a half-hour from the time I set my alarm to the time I actually need to get out of bed, just to give my brain enough time to come to.

After the first of far too many trips to the bathroom (my internal plumbing needs time to wake up, too), I make the bed. It’s how I start moving and stretching and setting everything in order while I clear my mind for the day ahead.

Next I have to wash my tear ducts, first with warm water and then diluted baby shampoo. This is essential so my tears don’t get blocked during the day, a complication of Sjogren’s Syndrome, a secondary autoimmune disease that can accompany scleroderma. It always feels good, and washing my face with warm water followed by skin moisturizer also relaxes my facial skin. (I used to shower in the morning, but it added even more time onto my routine, so now I save that for evening.)

After my eyes are done comes the longest step—hand maintenance:

  1. Remove overnight bandages from my fingers and wash my hands and digital ulcers thoroughly.
  2. Wipe away any adhesive residue with baby oil and wash hands again.
  3. Swipe my fingers with an alcohol wipe. I also clean any mushy ulcers with a dab of hydrogen peroxide.
  4. Prepare all my bandages and cut pieces of absorbant calcium algenate silver dressing to size.
  5. Bandage fingers. Each ulcer takes three layers: Aquaphor ointment, dressing and bandage on top.

Sometimes I’ll do this in silence, as a meditation; other times, I’ll listen to music. Lately, I’ve been reading or listening to election coverage on my iPad while I take care of my fingers. The whole process of bandaging my ulcers takes about a half-hour.

Once I’ve cleaned up all the bandage wrappers and reordered the basket that holds my hand supplies, I take my medications and eye drops. Then I brush my teeth with prescription tartar control toothpaste, an hour before I eat (another maintenance step recommended by my dentist, related both to Sjogren’s issues and trying to hold onto my teeth as long as possible despite root resorption from scleroderma).

Then it’s time for a ten-minute series of stretches that help me to work out any kinks from the night and limber up for the day. Sometimes I’ll listen to music, sometimes not. I try to sit and meditate for a few minutes at the end of my routine, to get centered.

Now it’s finally time to get dressed and put on my makeup, comb my hair, clean my glasses and finish up. This includes using ammonium lactate cream on my feet before I put on socks, to protect my skin from abrasions. The amount of time involved depends on whether I’m just wearing relaxed clothes for work in my home office or dressing up to go to appointments. Skirts or dresses with stockings take longer to put on than a pair of pants and a top. Jewelry can be tricky, since it requires more coordination; I’ve become a scarf aficionado because scarves are easy to put on, colorful and warm.

Downstairs in the kitchen, while heating water for tea, I use a sinus rinse in the adjoining bathroom—another step in Sjogren’s maintenance. And after breakfast, I take my Ibuprofen, for managing joint pain, with some yogurt, which helps my GI tract function better.

It’s a lot to do, a lot to remember. I have my routine worked out as best I can. I wish it weren’t so complicated and often tedious. Sometimes I wonder how I’ll be able to manage all these tasks when I’m older and frailer and need help. Other times I wonder if I’d actually be able to save time if I had some help. But being able to take care of my own needs remains my priority for as long as possible.

So, I keep on plugging. Every morning, I feel like a turtle. Slow and steady, slow and steady.

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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