Living with Scleroderma

Reflections on the Messy Complexity of Chronicity

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Rough Patch

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So, what I thought was “just” allergies last week turned out to be more complicated. When our geriatrics nurse practitioner came to our home for a check-up last week, she carefully listened to my lungs and informed me that I had not developed bronchitis, as I’d thought. No, I had pneumonia.

What? That was not on my bingo card. Glad she caught it before it got even worse. I started antibiotics that afternoon, and within a few days I was starting to feel like myself again. Thank goodness, because I was getting pretty worried about where all this was headed.

Also, on Monday night I had my acting class performance—first time on stage since elementary school, a scene from Tennessee Williams’s The Glass Menagerie. We’ve been rehearsing for months, and I sure didn’t want to have to miss it. (I’m writing on Monday afternoon, so fingers crossed all goes well.)

Next on the medical agenda is a tooth extraction on Wednesday and prep for another implant. So, yet another reason I need to get past this whole respiratory episode. The tooth is definitely failing, getting more sensitive, so it really can’t wait much longer.

Then on Thursday, it’s back to the Wound Clinic to check on my slowly healing ulcer. It’s improving gradually, but needs a lot of TLC.

When all that’s done, I need to get my spring Covid vax, I hope on Friday, if all goes according to plan. We’re traveling again soon, so all this has to be wrapped up by the end of the week.

Meanwhile, Al caught whatever I had that wasn’t allergies, and is doing better but still recovering.

Of course, it could always be worse. But this has been one rough patch. Here’s hoping we’re both finally on the mend.

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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Routine Exam

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Monday afternoon found me in my hometown rheumatologist’s office. I see her twice a year, so that I always have a specialist nearby who knows my history, in case I need help pronto without driving into Boston. She is chair of the rheumatology department for our local health care organization, very thoughtful, compassionate. She also respects my long experience with scleroderma. Mostly, she listens.

We went over the usual check-list: Blood pressure looks good. How are your hands doing? Any prescriptions need refilling? Has anything changed? I reminded her that I needed her to schedule pulmonary function tests at the hospital, because my Boston Medical pulmonologist needs them when I see him in May. She sent in the order.

When she asked about my breathing, I told her I’d had an echocardiogram at Boston Medical a couple of weeks ago. She looked in MyChart. Although my exams from both local and Boston docs are visible in the online medical record, she could not access the Boston test results, something to do with HIPPA regulations.

Fortunately, I was able to get into my BMC account on my phone and pull up the information for her to review (one of those times when an internet search came in very handy). All normal, pulmonary pressures stable. I asked her about medical terms in the report: What is mild tricuspid regurgitation? Nothing to worry about, everyone has some, the echo is very sensitive. Nice to get that explanation in real time.

I filled her in on the mammogram kerfuffle. I asked her if the fact that I have some calcification in small vessels in my left breast is any indicator that more calcinosis in breast tissue could occur. She shook her head. Never seen that in 30 years of practice. I’ll take it.

I shared the good news that after several months of calcium pits emerging from my right thumb, the fifth shard finally emerged on Sunday, and it seems to be done, for now. (When I pulled the last pit out that evening, I showed Al: Look, it’s just a hole! And the hole, per usual, is finally closing on its own.) That must feel a lot better, she said. Yes, definitely.

I told her about my struggle with dry eyes from Sjogren’s and the great help I’m getting from my optometrist at the local college dry eye clinic. When I saw him last week to report back on new eye drops he’d given me (successful) and have him replace the dots on my scleral lenses that indicate how to orient them in each eye, he reminded me that I need to start allergy drops again, that it’s going to be a bad allergy season this year—the likely reason my eyes keep getting goopy.

We discussed the trade-offs of an infusion for osteoporosis (which I have had for years, like my mom and her mother). Despite not having infusions for over a decade, my bone density remains stable. My original rheumatologist, the one who saw me when all my symptoms erupted, had felt the infusions weren’t really necessary if bone density hadn’t changed.

At issue is whether those infusions can exacerbate bone resorption in my teeth. The unanswered/unaswerable question is whether the risk of losing more teeth and getting very expensive implants in a difficult procedure is worse than the risk of bone fracture if I fall. She said she would defer to my dentist. So I need to follow up with him. (And check the latest research about the effectiveness of bisphosphonates in reducing bone fractures. The answer is—it depends. Here’s info from NIH.)

And that was how we left it. It’s a lot to keep track of, but after all these years, it really does feel routine. Thank goodness, I’m holding 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. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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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.