Thankfully I have been feeling much better as of late. My physical and pool therapies have helped me immensely as well as the medication I have been taking. Lately, I have been attempting to meditate a lot more and listen to positive lectures on health and power of your mind. I recently listened to a lecture by Joel Osteen that really changed my way of thinking.
I have always been a resigned individual...to a fault. I have a strong belief system in God and things happening the way they are meant to so my tendency has always been not to fight difficulties, but accept them. My mother and plenty of other close friends and family have been telling me to focus on positive thinking and trying to condition myself to see CMT not affecting me the way it does but for some reason, that never clicked 100% with me...For some reason, watching this lecture, I finally snapped and got what everyone has been talking about for ages.
In this lecture, Joel Osteen talks about Having Mountain Moving Faith and talking to your mountain, that big permanent problem that doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Well, as you can imagine, my mountain is CMT. And I've been talking to her...call me crazy!
But wouldn't you know, that since I've been talking to my mountain, things just seem to be falling into place? I am having a lot more energy, I am managing to get a lot more accomplished around the house, I am getting up in the morning with very little pain and ready to go, even when I've had a jam-packed day the day before.
And what do I say to my mountain? I listen to a lot of what he says in the lecture and I tell CMT that I am commanding it to leave, that my God is bigger and stronger than CMT will ever be in my body, that we've had a good run together but I have learned the lessons that it came to teach me. I also tell CMT that it's time for us to part ways so I can move on to the next phase of my life: parenthood. That I want to have a pregnancy with less medications, I want to be big and beautiful and want my legs to be strong enough to hold me...and I just talk. If you know me, you know I am a yapper! And talking to it and telling it we are done seems to have changed something in me physically, emotionally and spiritually. I am not allowing it to take over me. I have stopped saying: "Man, I know I am going to be exhausted tomorrow because I've done so much today"...instead I am saying "Tomorrow is going to be another wonderful day and I'm going to wake up full of energy and ready to go."
It took me a long time to get here but it seems I finally learned. I am going to continue to talk to my mountains going forward because I like this new me...I like being able to be more independent and self-reliant and it makes me feel like the old me...before I ever heard of the words: Charcot-Marie-Tooth.
And all of this has brought on a new excitement, a desire to do more...which I will share in my next post!
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Thursday, October 11, 2012
When Things Were Simpler...
In our society, progress is something that has propelled us onto bigger, better and easier things. Being an 80's child, I remember when things were a lot simpler...before cell phones, computers, iPads, wifi, etc. It was a simpler time when kids were kids longer, when we played outside until our moms called us in for dinner, when we dropped by friends and family's houses without having to call first, when we rode our bikes without helmets...I love and am totally addicted to the comforts of modern life, but there are times when I miss when things were less complicated.
When things were simpler, I was just a clumsy girl who fell a lot but I walked with no problems, I wore shoes when I felt like it, I danced to my favorite bands all night long and I didn't have a care in the world beyond my sisters annoying me or wanting to borrow my clothes all the time. When things were simpler, life was uncomplicated, health wasn't something I particularly thought of very often, because I had it.
It's been almost eight years since my CMT diagnosis and easily over ten since my symptoms started to show and really bother me. Eight years isn't exactly a long time in the big scheme of things: it's two World Cups, two presidential terms, two Olympic games, it's going through high school and college...but in the scheme of my life, eight years has changed things in ways I would have never expected.
In my personal life, my sisters moved back to Brazil, I graduated college, met and married my best friend, moved from NJ to CT, became a first time homeowner, and blossomed into an adult. In my CMT life, things changed drastically. I went from ignoring my diagnosis for a couple of years to a hot pursuit of answers and medical help. I had two reconstructive surgeries on my feet and another minor surgery in search of pain relief. I've met a slew of doctors, surgeons, and neurologists...some of which helped me immensely and others who upset me more than they'll ever know for things said without thinking. I progressed from an active and outgoing girl who loved to dance to a girl who doesn't go out often without fully analyzing where, when, how long, how far, who is going and if there is seating. I went from avoiding medication at all costs to not being able to deal with my pain without them. I went from regular walking to less and less walking, to the wheelchair and now to the scooter.
Life with CMT is full of ups and downs, both physically and emotionally. Just as you are getting comfortable with a change in your condition, things change without your noticing and you have to adjust your mindset. Some adjustments are easier to accept than others. Sometimes it feels like you're in a constant state of mourning...mourning things you could do that you no longer can, mourning the person you used to be and adjusting to who you are becoming. Even mourning the future...the dreaded how-will-I-be-in-five-years question. It's never a good idea to dwell on these changes too much...it brings on too many feelings, and most of them are not the rainbow-filled, peaches and cream kind. Sometimes it is good to acknowledge those feelings though, throw a heck of a pity party for yourself, and then move on.
There are so many things I miss...things that I'm sure most people take for granted. Taking a walk at the beach, walking the mall, dancing the night away...But I have also realized that I am no longer the same person. I am more mature, I appreciate the little things in life, I am grateful for the days when life is good and CMT is taking a hike, I sympathize with the pain of others in a way I never could before, I am so grateful for the people in my life who are such a strong support system, and I am thankful to God, that even though He gave me an obstacle in life, it's one I can endure and He gave me as many cushions as He probably could without taking away the lesson.
I think CMT'ers are much stronger people than they get credit for. We are all struggling with this invisible condition that many people aren't even aware of and we are trying to do it all with a smile on our faces. It's a constant battle between body and mind...our body wants to give up and our minds are refusing to let it. Progress hasn't been a friend to my body, but I pray that this same progress leads researchers and scientists towards a treatment that will help us all.
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| When things were really simple... |
When things were simpler, I was just a clumsy girl who fell a lot but I walked with no problems, I wore shoes when I felt like it, I danced to my favorite bands all night long and I didn't have a care in the world beyond my sisters annoying me or wanting to borrow my clothes all the time. When things were simpler, life was uncomplicated, health wasn't something I particularly thought of very often, because I had it.
It's been almost eight years since my CMT diagnosis and easily over ten since my symptoms started to show and really bother me. Eight years isn't exactly a long time in the big scheme of things: it's two World Cups, two presidential terms, two Olympic games, it's going through high school and college...but in the scheme of my life, eight years has changed things in ways I would have never expected.
In my personal life, my sisters moved back to Brazil, I graduated college, met and married my best friend, moved from NJ to CT, became a first time homeowner, and blossomed into an adult. In my CMT life, things changed drastically. I went from ignoring my diagnosis for a couple of years to a hot pursuit of answers and medical help. I had two reconstructive surgeries on my feet and another minor surgery in search of pain relief. I've met a slew of doctors, surgeons, and neurologists...some of which helped me immensely and others who upset me more than they'll ever know for things said without thinking. I progressed from an active and outgoing girl who loved to dance to a girl who doesn't go out often without fully analyzing where, when, how long, how far, who is going and if there is seating. I went from avoiding medication at all costs to not being able to deal with my pain without them. I went from regular walking to less and less walking, to the wheelchair and now to the scooter.
Life with CMT is full of ups and downs, both physically and emotionally. Just as you are getting comfortable with a change in your condition, things change without your noticing and you have to adjust your mindset. Some adjustments are easier to accept than others. Sometimes it feels like you're in a constant state of mourning...mourning things you could do that you no longer can, mourning the person you used to be and adjusting to who you are becoming. Even mourning the future...the dreaded how-will-I-be-in-five-years question. It's never a good idea to dwell on these changes too much...it brings on too many feelings, and most of them are not the rainbow-filled, peaches and cream kind. Sometimes it is good to acknowledge those feelings though, throw a heck of a pity party for yourself, and then move on.
There are so many things I miss...things that I'm sure most people take for granted. Taking a walk at the beach, walking the mall, dancing the night away...But I have also realized that I am no longer the same person. I am more mature, I appreciate the little things in life, I am grateful for the days when life is good and CMT is taking a hike, I sympathize with the pain of others in a way I never could before, I am so grateful for the people in my life who are such a strong support system, and I am thankful to God, that even though He gave me an obstacle in life, it's one I can endure and He gave me as many cushions as He probably could without taking away the lesson.
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| When things started to get complicated... |
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The CMT Rollercoaster
I have continued to be M.I.A. from my blog because the last couple of months have been a struggle: physically and emotionally. I didn't really want to write a sob story or just complain so I thought it was best to stay away for a while.
Since I really crashed at the end of September, I have actually been struggling to get back to normal and can't seem to get there. I have been on this new work schedule for 2 months and I can't seem to feel less exhausted. We paused a lot of the home renovation projects so we could get some rest. I can't remember the last time I cooked a meal...unfortunately none of these things have helped much. It has been a slow recovery process and I've actually started to use my wheelchair on a regular basis when we go to any big stores like Home Depot or Bed Bath & Beyond. The pain reached an all-time high, which led to many crying/sobbing sessions, much time spent thinking about life and pondering "What is my future going to be like?" And as a person with a progressive degenerative neuropathy, it's NEVER good to go down that path.
We actually took a 2 week vacation in Brazil where my entire family was reunited for the first time in over 15 years. John and I were very excited to get away and get some much needed rest. The trip, like CMT, had many ups and downs. The absolute BEST thing about our vacation was that John proposed to me in front of my entire family. It was such an exciting moment and so special that we got to share it with my sisters and all the relatives there. I have been blessed with a wonderful family and a very supportive and loving man who will soon be my husband!!!!
The downside was that even though my CMT decided to take a break, I had a couple of different ailments that kept me in bed for most of the trip, sleeping all day and awake all night, and unable to spend quality time with family and siblings I hadn't seen in over 2 years!!!
I am so thankful for having a religion, for having faith, for believing in a higher power, but I definitely reached a point where I was just exhausted emotionally. Tired of bearing the brunt of the pain, wanting just a little break, desperate for some normalcy...and for the first time in my life I became depressed. I know many CMT patients struggle with depression because it's not easy dealing with non-stop chronic pain, but I had never experienced this myself. While I recognized what was going on with me, I couldn't get myself out of this "funk."
I think one of the main reasons I've been down is that now that we're getting married, we own our home, the next logical step is to have babies. I am so lost. I don't know what to do. I know that I want a family but I am scared. I'm scared about who's going to care for the baby when I am at my worst, I am scared about pregnancy, what if my symptoms get worse? And what if I pass on CMT to our baby? I know life will work itself out eventually but not knowing which way to go has been a bit upsetting for me. John is okay with whatever decision I make, he's happy as a two-some but he's so great with children that I want our child, I want to have a family, I want the child laughter in our home...but I watch all my "healthy" friends struggling with the craziness of being a parent, I wonder how I'll be able to do it with this tired body of mine... I know many of my CMT buddies have managed it and that's always positive reinforcement, but I still wonder...
To make a long story short, I think I'm slowly getting better but I am seeking help. John and I talked about many possible treatments and we decided that it would be best for me to go back to physical therapy, which will be starting tomorrow. I have also been stretching at home every night and I feel like it has made a difference for the better. I have NEVER been able to touch my toes and look at me now!!!!
Since I really crashed at the end of September, I have actually been struggling to get back to normal and can't seem to get there. I have been on this new work schedule for 2 months and I can't seem to feel less exhausted. We paused a lot of the home renovation projects so we could get some rest. I can't remember the last time I cooked a meal...unfortunately none of these things have helped much. It has been a slow recovery process and I've actually started to use my wheelchair on a regular basis when we go to any big stores like Home Depot or Bed Bath & Beyond. The pain reached an all-time high, which led to many crying/sobbing sessions, much time spent thinking about life and pondering "What is my future going to be like?" And as a person with a progressive degenerative neuropathy, it's NEVER good to go down that path.
The downside was that even though my CMT decided to take a break, I had a couple of different ailments that kept me in bed for most of the trip, sleeping all day and awake all night, and unable to spend quality time with family and siblings I hadn't seen in over 2 years!!!
I am so thankful for having a religion, for having faith, for believing in a higher power, but I definitely reached a point where I was just exhausted emotionally. Tired of bearing the brunt of the pain, wanting just a little break, desperate for some normalcy...and for the first time in my life I became depressed. I know many CMT patients struggle with depression because it's not easy dealing with non-stop chronic pain, but I had never experienced this myself. While I recognized what was going on with me, I couldn't get myself out of this "funk."
I think one of the main reasons I've been down is that now that we're getting married, we own our home, the next logical step is to have babies. I am so lost. I don't know what to do. I know that I want a family but I am scared. I'm scared about who's going to care for the baby when I am at my worst, I am scared about pregnancy, what if my symptoms get worse? And what if I pass on CMT to our baby? I know life will work itself out eventually but not knowing which way to go has been a bit upsetting for me. John is okay with whatever decision I make, he's happy as a two-some but he's so great with children that I want our child, I want to have a family, I want the child laughter in our home...but I watch all my "healthy" friends struggling with the craziness of being a parent, I wonder how I'll be able to do it with this tired body of mine... I know many of my CMT buddies have managed it and that's always positive reinforcement, but I still wonder...
To make a long story short, I think I'm slowly getting better but I am seeking help. John and I talked about many possible treatments and we decided that it would be best for me to go back to physical therapy, which will be starting tomorrow. I have also been stretching at home every night and I feel like it has made a difference for the better. I have NEVER been able to touch my toes and look at me now!!!!
I will also be starting yoga this weekend...a great friend from church has volunteered to come to my house and help design a program that will be helpful for me that won't be too tiring. She's going to teach me breathing techniques and exercises we can do sitting or laying down. I'm also in search of a new primary care physician so I can have a physical done and a new neurologist at the Yale Medical Center. Wish me luck!!!
Even though I have CMT to deal with, it seems that God sent a bunch of angels to watch over me...from friends who volunteer to help here and there, to a wonderful mom who comes over and fills our freezer with yummy food, to a wonderful fiance who knows what to say at the right time and helps me so much around the house, to fantastic dad who is there for us to help with whatever we need, to amazing sisters who are there to hear me out, to dish out advice and sometimes just be a shoulder to cry on (even if long distance).
I know I will find the strength to get back to normal...to be my happy self again with hopefully a little less pain. Life is full of happy moments and sad moments, to those with a medical condition or not. I am tired of being sad and of thinking too much.
2011 has been an amazing year for us, but also a very difficult one for many reasons. I am really hoping that 2012 has a lot of exciting things in store for us.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
New Pain Management Doctor
Yesterday was a very hectic day in NYC. We started out going to see Dr. Feldman for a follow up appointment and thankfully everything is ok with my foot. The x-rays don't show anything unusual. He says I just overdid it and even though now I'm full weight-bearing and off the boot into regular shoes, he just asked that I take it easy for a few days so my foot can rest. Actually that's all I've done since Friday night. I didn't put my foot down on Saturday, Sunday or Monday and yesterday, after having to walk a bit, it kinda started hurting again towards the end of the day. Note to self: no more going to see 3 houses in one day for a little while.
We finished at 10:30am and my appointment with the new pain management doc wasn't until 1:30pm so I called their office and thankfully they could fit us in at 11:30. Well, we ended up being there for two and a half hours!!! When we first got there, I had to fill out my new patient forms. Then I got called in and had the doctor's undivided attention for about an hour. I must say that I really liked this guy...he mentioned new, innovative ideas that I had NEVER heard from any other doc in 6 years (unfortunately he spoke in scientific terms a lot so I don't remember too many specifics to list here). I faxed all my CMT medical papers in advance so he could become familiarized with it before I got there and he definitely knew what he was talking about, without being an expert on the subject. He is very familiar with neuropathies, genetic conditions, and treatment-less diseases.
Well, we already know CMT has no cure or treatment, so he doesn't focus on trying to treat CMT, he focuses instead on treating the patient, ME. But in the meantime, who knows if he can't help CMT, even a little bit? We went through my personal medical history and he thought of many possible scenarios. He ordered a LONG list of tests because he is going to examine all blood and urine test results to have a complete picture to know how to proceed. He was extremely thorough in his examination and because of our discussion I am really hopeful!!!! I strongly believe that this man is going to help me. I am not saying I believe he's going to fix all my problems. But I believe he is going to help me somehow, if not with the pain entirely, then help me have more energy, or sleep better, or not feel as exhausted and fatigued so easily. I'd like to point out that I am not naive about the possibilities, I just refuse to give up hope that one day I will live a better life.
I mentioned how horrible my thigh pain is and how I'm starting to wonder whether it's CMT related. One of the most interesting things he brought up was the fact that I'm taking so much Lyrica to help with my nerve pain that the medication could be creating these symptoms. He pulled out his little Rx book and the Lyrica description was extremely interesting and asked that you take follow up tests, which I have not done, and which thankfully were already on his long list of tests. So we are going to look closely at this Lyrica issue to see if they are related at all. Only thing is that my little sis who also has the thigh pain, does not take Lyrica. But also interesting is that this thigh pain has not been with me from the beginning, it's been about 2 years, which is the exact same amount of time I've been taking these meds!
After we were done, the nurse came in and took only some of the blood tests - which was 13 vials of blood!!! And I still need to go to a Quest lab near me and take the remainder because they forgot to tell me to fast before I came to the appointment. I also took a urine test there and have a much more complicated urine test to do at home, which I can only do after 7 days of not eating seafood and (sorry to divulge so much information but inquiring minds want to know) I'll be peeing for 6 hours on the 8th day with a combination of some meds in my system (FUN! lol).
After all these results come in, I'll schedule a follow up with him (and unfortunately have to take a morning off work already - sucks to do that when I'm just starting) where I will meet with him for another hour and review all the results and figure out the best plan of action for me: what supplements I should be taking, what I should be eating, what supplements I should stop taking. Then I will follow his advice for a month and then we'll meet again to see if we should adjust anything.
I should also say that I spent a small fortune on this appointment:
First visit: $400
Follow up visit: $275
Complicated at-home urine test: $160
Paying them to test my fatty acids: $257
Investing on myself and my health: PRICELESS
(and as my mom said, we happily pay more than that to go on a vacation or buying furniture, so I should just be happy that I have the money to invest on my health and well-being...GO MOM!!!)
PS: less than 2 weeks until I start my new job, I don't wanna say I'm scared, but I am a little! Oh man, it's been over a year. I know it will go great, it's just those first awkward moments and weeks of getting to know everyone and getting trained. But I'm sure it will all be forgotten when I get my first paycheck!
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| Me and my pal, Dr. Feldman |
We finished at 10:30am and my appointment with the new pain management doc wasn't until 1:30pm so I called their office and thankfully they could fit us in at 11:30. Well, we ended up being there for two and a half hours!!! When we first got there, I had to fill out my new patient forms. Then I got called in and had the doctor's undivided attention for about an hour. I must say that I really liked this guy...he mentioned new, innovative ideas that I had NEVER heard from any other doc in 6 years (unfortunately he spoke in scientific terms a lot so I don't remember too many specifics to list here). I faxed all my CMT medical papers in advance so he could become familiarized with it before I got there and he definitely knew what he was talking about, without being an expert on the subject. He is very familiar with neuropathies, genetic conditions, and treatment-less diseases.
Well, we already know CMT has no cure or treatment, so he doesn't focus on trying to treat CMT, he focuses instead on treating the patient, ME. But in the meantime, who knows if he can't help CMT, even a little bit? We went through my personal medical history and he thought of many possible scenarios. He ordered a LONG list of tests because he is going to examine all blood and urine test results to have a complete picture to know how to proceed. He was extremely thorough in his examination and because of our discussion I am really hopeful!!!! I strongly believe that this man is going to help me. I am not saying I believe he's going to fix all my problems. But I believe he is going to help me somehow, if not with the pain entirely, then help me have more energy, or sleep better, or not feel as exhausted and fatigued so easily. I'd like to point out that I am not naive about the possibilities, I just refuse to give up hope that one day I will live a better life.
I mentioned how horrible my thigh pain is and how I'm starting to wonder whether it's CMT related. One of the most interesting things he brought up was the fact that I'm taking so much Lyrica to help with my nerve pain that the medication could be creating these symptoms. He pulled out his little Rx book and the Lyrica description was extremely interesting and asked that you take follow up tests, which I have not done, and which thankfully were already on his long list of tests. So we are going to look closely at this Lyrica issue to see if they are related at all. Only thing is that my little sis who also has the thigh pain, does not take Lyrica. But also interesting is that this thigh pain has not been with me from the beginning, it's been about 2 years, which is the exact same amount of time I've been taking these meds!
After we were done, the nurse came in and took only some of the blood tests - which was 13 vials of blood!!! And I still need to go to a Quest lab near me and take the remainder because they forgot to tell me to fast before I came to the appointment. I also took a urine test there and have a much more complicated urine test to do at home, which I can only do after 7 days of not eating seafood and (sorry to divulge so much information but inquiring minds want to know) I'll be peeing for 6 hours on the 8th day with a combination of some meds in my system (FUN! lol).
After all these results come in, I'll schedule a follow up with him (and unfortunately have to take a morning off work already - sucks to do that when I'm just starting) where I will meet with him for another hour and review all the results and figure out the best plan of action for me: what supplements I should be taking, what I should be eating, what supplements I should stop taking. Then I will follow his advice for a month and then we'll meet again to see if we should adjust anything.
I should also say that I spent a small fortune on this appointment:
First visit: $400
Follow up visit: $275
Complicated at-home urine test: $160
Paying them to test my fatty acids: $257
Investing on myself and my health: PRICELESS
(and as my mom said, we happily pay more than that to go on a vacation or buying furniture, so I should just be happy that I have the money to invest on my health and well-being...GO MOM!!!)
PS: less than 2 weeks until I start my new job, I don't wanna say I'm scared, but I am a little! Oh man, it's been over a year. I know it will go great, it's just those first awkward moments and weeks of getting to know everyone and getting trained. But I'm sure it will all be forgotten when I get my first paycheck!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I'm in Pain...
I haven't really felt like writing these past couple of weeks because I have been pretty uncomfortable. I've been weaning off the pain meds carefully and a little more slowly than last time so I wouldn't suffer as much. And I finally called it quits on Saturday. Oh boy. What for? My entire body just aches, but mostly everything from my thighs down.
My legs have been hurting so much that I haven't been able to sleep (went to bed at 5am yesterday and only because of sheer exhaustion). Needless to say, it's been a rough few days. Yesterday, it definitely got the best of me and I got a good cry out of it. Then John was nice enough to take me to sushi, where we had an amazing dinner, and then we watched part of Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire (in preparation for Deathly Hallows on Friday, I can't wait!!!!). At the end of the night, I was really happy and not to mention, exhausted from lack of sleep, which trumped the thigh pain, so I was able to sleep at a decent time. But since I got a good night's sleep last night, it's probably too much to ask for two in a row, so I'm in pain and can't sleep because I'm so uncomfortable. Yes, I am tired but my legs just hurt too much. So I caved and just took half a pill, which will probably start working in 30-45 minutes and I'll be able to sleep then.
I cannot wait until Tuesday! First, I have my final surgeon's appointment at 10am. Then, I am going to a new pain management doc, and I am "trying" to be cautiously excited, but I think I'm not doing a good job. I am very hopeful that he will help, that he will shed some light on my situation. I'm starting to think that all this thigh pain isn't CMT afterall, none of my CMT buddies seem to have it, except for my sister. Could it be another complicatedly-named-genetic disorder we've never heard of?
My legs have been hurting so much that I haven't been able to sleep (went to bed at 5am yesterday and only because of sheer exhaustion). Needless to say, it's been a rough few days. Yesterday, it definitely got the best of me and I got a good cry out of it. Then John was nice enough to take me to sushi, where we had an amazing dinner, and then we watched part of Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire (in preparation for Deathly Hallows on Friday, I can't wait!!!!). At the end of the night, I was really happy and not to mention, exhausted from lack of sleep, which trumped the thigh pain, so I was able to sleep at a decent time. But since I got a good night's sleep last night, it's probably too much to ask for two in a row, so I'm in pain and can't sleep because I'm so uncomfortable. Yes, I am tired but my legs just hurt too much. So I caved and just took half a pill, which will probably start working in 30-45 minutes and I'll be able to sleep then.
I cannot wait until Tuesday! First, I have my final surgeon's appointment at 10am. Then, I am going to a new pain management doc, and I am "trying" to be cautiously excited, but I think I'm not doing a good job. I am very hopeful that he will help, that he will shed some light on my situation. I'm starting to think that all this thigh pain isn't CMT afterall, none of my CMT buddies seem to have it, except for my sister. Could it be another complicatedly-named-genetic disorder we've never heard of?
This is the reason why I'm so hopeful: Pain Management Doc Helped Woman with Unthinkable Disease
So please wish me luck and say a little prayer as I gear up to meet this guy...may he have the right treatment for me and help me get over this pain...or even just help me get more energy to get through the day. I'll let you know how my appointment goes...and if he puts me on any crazy diet. (Please just don't ask me to eat bananas, celery, or olives.)
Just so this entry is not a total bummer, I'd like to point out totally unrelated positive news. My beloved orchid, a gift from a dear friend, is coming back to life. I thought I had lost her for good after she gave me 8 beautiful flowers this summer, but I came back home to see John took good care of her for me while I was gone and she'll be out to greet me again soon.
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| My beautiful orchid almost ready to come out. I can spot 4 future flowers :) |
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| How she will look in a couple of weeks :) |
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Keep the Faith
About a year ago, I set out on this journey to take care of myself and my body, by having 2 (or possibly 4) painful surgeries that would help me relieve constant pain in the balls of my feet. At that time, I was anxious, I was afraid of the unknown, I was quitting my job because of a move to CT and to allow myself time to fully recover without worrying that I had to answer to someone, and I was basically diving in head first, not knowing how cold or rocky the water might be.
The only sure thing I had was faith that everything would be ok and that I had God on my side. I won't say it's been an easy year, it's been full of ups and downs, pain and relief, moments of tears and moments of laughter, going through the first procedure and seeing how successful it went and how well my foot is doing now. I've had a chance to stop and reflect on my life, had an opportunity to get closer and bond with my sisters, lean on my parents for their love and support, see John and I overcome another hurdle together which will continue to make us stronger for the future, and see who my true friends are.
As I approach the end of this journey, God's been giving me MANY reasons to smile (and Lord knows I need them)....I have a wonderful Caribbean cruise to look forward to on my birthday in March when I'll get to introduce my new feet to my favorite thing in the world - a beach! Then the most perfect job appears out of nowhere and they decide to wait for me to recover, and the latest gift He's given me...I get a letter from Social Security this weekend that they have made a decision that is fully favorable to me!!!!!!!!!!! This is just soooo unbelievable!! SS has denied my disability claim TWICE that I had to hire an attorney and we've been patiently waiting for a hearing date sometime next year!!! Then out of thin air, I get this news...There's no other explanation than the Big Guy upstairs showing me that even though sometimes we may be dealt a difficult hand in life, He is here for us and I am so grateful for that...
I just wanted to write this entry to say keep the faith, believe in something greater than yourself, and always have hope. If at times it seems He has forgotten us, then maybe it's just our turn to learn a lesson in life, and sure enough, in due time, things will appear out of nowhere to show us we've had our down so there's nowhere else to go but up!
The only sure thing I had was faith that everything would be ok and that I had God on my side. I won't say it's been an easy year, it's been full of ups and downs, pain and relief, moments of tears and moments of laughter, going through the first procedure and seeing how successful it went and how well my foot is doing now. I've had a chance to stop and reflect on my life, had an opportunity to get closer and bond with my sisters, lean on my parents for their love and support, see John and I overcome another hurdle together which will continue to make us stronger for the future, and see who my true friends are.
As I approach the end of this journey, God's been giving me MANY reasons to smile (and Lord knows I need them)....I have a wonderful Caribbean cruise to look forward to on my birthday in March when I'll get to introduce my new feet to my favorite thing in the world - a beach! Then the most perfect job appears out of nowhere and they decide to wait for me to recover, and the latest gift He's given me...I get a letter from Social Security this weekend that they have made a decision that is fully favorable to me!!!!!!!!!!! This is just soooo unbelievable!! SS has denied my disability claim TWICE that I had to hire an attorney and we've been patiently waiting for a hearing date sometime next year!!! Then out of thin air, I get this news...There's no other explanation than the Big Guy upstairs showing me that even though sometimes we may be dealt a difficult hand in life, He is here for us and I am so grateful for that...
I just wanted to write this entry to say keep the faith, believe in something greater than yourself, and always have hope. If at times it seems He has forgotten us, then maybe it's just our turn to learn a lesson in life, and sure enough, in due time, things will appear out of nowhere to show us we've had our down so there's nowhere else to go but up!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Weeks 4 and 5: To be Honest, I've Been Better
The last 2 weeks have definitely been full of highs and lows for me. I'll start with the lows so I can end on a high note.
When I saw my surgeon over two weeks ago, he asked me to start weaning off the strong meds (narcotics) I've been taking since the surgery. So over the course of the last couple weeks, I have been reducing the medication by half and also spacing it out more. Finally, I felt good last Thursday and decided to stop taking it altogether. I was so proud of myself, my operated foot felt fine and so I went most of the day without taking anything.
However, my old pains had a different plan in mind. The medication was so strong that it made me forget how strong the pain in my legs really is when I am laying down for hours at a time. No medication or treatment I have ever tried has worked to calm them, except for this, which is clearly not the right solution. So that first night I battled with myself not to take anything and see how far it could go. Well, I ended up giving up at 2am and taking a full pill because I had already been brought down to tears and it was just ridiculous at that point. So the next day I tried spacing it out 12 hours - not good. The following day, 10 hours...didn't work.
On Sunday night, I talked with a friend from church and her husband, who is a doctor, who were kind enough to sit with me and try to figure out what kinds of treatment may be helpful for me. He was extremely resourceful and had lots of ideas that we could try and he was also going to speak to a pain specialist about my case. Thank you C & G!!!
On Monday, I went to see my regular podiatrist who has been so helpful and kind to me over the years. We talked about different options to try to ease the pain and I also talked to him about the ideas that we had discussed the night before with our friends. The first thing that was important for me to do was to increase my dosage of Lyrica to try to help with my nerve pain...since the surgery, I've had really bad nerve pain on my left foot. He also gave me two prescriptions for new pain meds that are very strong, try one for a week to see if it works, if not, then try the second.
I started with the new medication immediately. It did have its side effects so I spent most of Tuesday in the bathroom (I know this is TMI). However, I wish that was my biggest concern. As my stomach started to calm down towards the end of the day, the pain in both my legs and the nerve pain picked up and I couldn't sleep until 6am on Wednesday. It was one of the longest and most difficult nights of my life but I have my parents to thank for sitting with me, for crying with me, for taking turns with each other so the other could catch a few zzzz, after all they both had work the next day. I have to say, I hope to make them both very happy still...because the saddest thing is to watch your parents cry for you because they see you in pain. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I do hope to still give them many tears of joy.
Kal & Mica - didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you today...but I'm better now so please don't worry.
Tonight the pain seems to be ok, not gone, but under control. I just can't sleep so I turned to writing on my blog again at an odd hour of the night....that's when the magic happens!!
As for the highs, it would seem that it's impossible to find them when the last two weeks have been about managing my pain, but I have been fortunate to go to church a few times, I can feel my upper body getting stronger and holding me up better, and I have gone home to spend a few days with my hunny.
At church, I got to see sooo many dear friends and hear some words of comfort and support from everyone. It was beautiful to see how many of our friends lined up to help bring my wheelchair (with me in it) up the stairs. I am really phobic of stairs so it wasn't the easiest thing for me to do, but I made it. I heard a lecture from a young woman my age whose life I could really relate to...and she chose to end her lecture by singing a song about how the pain will pass. I was already emotional enough from the outpouring of love and support, so it was no surprise that I let out my "bucket" of tears. I truly enjoy a good cry and I just felt so much lighter afterwards.
My mom drove me home to CT and I was able to spend a couple of days with John and also got to see so many of our friends there. It felt nice and odd to be home, since it had been almost a month that I'd been gone. I have to say, he's doing a great job keeping up the place on his own...I've taught him well :)
I knew this journey would be full of ups and downs and I was ready for them. Sure, it's not easy as I'm going through it, like a sleepless painful night. But today, that's a memory. At first, going up and down the stairs was so difficult and now I've actually done it twice in one day and even a few days in a row and no soreness. I know it will get easier as I go and hopefully I'll be out of the cast and able to move a little more so my legs won't be so sore. I am hopeful this new medication will work for me so that I will be able to keep taking it even after I'm healed to get some relief.
Today, I was so tired from not sleeping so a couple of friends came over to help. One of them (who is older than me) just recently went through her own medical scare and sudden surgery and in a moment of difficulty, she said she thought of me. That she had seen how strong I have been through my process that she had to try to be stronger through hers, that I was an example she wanted to follow. That was so sweet and nice to hear!
Good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience.
Both are essential in life.
I am keeping the faith....
When I saw my surgeon over two weeks ago, he asked me to start weaning off the strong meds (narcotics) I've been taking since the surgery. So over the course of the last couple weeks, I have been reducing the medication by half and also spacing it out more. Finally, I felt good last Thursday and decided to stop taking it altogether. I was so proud of myself, my operated foot felt fine and so I went most of the day without taking anything.
However, my old pains had a different plan in mind. The medication was so strong that it made me forget how strong the pain in my legs really is when I am laying down for hours at a time. No medication or treatment I have ever tried has worked to calm them, except for this, which is clearly not the right solution. So that first night I battled with myself not to take anything and see how far it could go. Well, I ended up giving up at 2am and taking a full pill because I had already been brought down to tears and it was just ridiculous at that point. So the next day I tried spacing it out 12 hours - not good. The following day, 10 hours...didn't work.
On Sunday night, I talked with a friend from church and her husband, who is a doctor, who were kind enough to sit with me and try to figure out what kinds of treatment may be helpful for me. He was extremely resourceful and had lots of ideas that we could try and he was also going to speak to a pain specialist about my case. Thank you C & G!!!
On Monday, I went to see my regular podiatrist who has been so helpful and kind to me over the years. We talked about different options to try to ease the pain and I also talked to him about the ideas that we had discussed the night before with our friends. The first thing that was important for me to do was to increase my dosage of Lyrica to try to help with my nerve pain...since the surgery, I've had really bad nerve pain on my left foot. He also gave me two prescriptions for new pain meds that are very strong, try one for a week to see if it works, if not, then try the second.
I started with the new medication immediately. It did have its side effects so I spent most of Tuesday in the bathroom (I know this is TMI). However, I wish that was my biggest concern. As my stomach started to calm down towards the end of the day, the pain in both my legs and the nerve pain picked up and I couldn't sleep until 6am on Wednesday. It was one of the longest and most difficult nights of my life but I have my parents to thank for sitting with me, for crying with me, for taking turns with each other so the other could catch a few zzzz, after all they both had work the next day. I have to say, I hope to make them both very happy still...because the saddest thing is to watch your parents cry for you because they see you in pain. I can't promise it won't happen again, but I do hope to still give them many tears of joy.
Kal & Mica - didn't want you to worry so I didn't tell you today...but I'm better now so please don't worry.
Tonight the pain seems to be ok, not gone, but under control. I just can't sleep so I turned to writing on my blog again at an odd hour of the night....that's when the magic happens!!
As for the highs, it would seem that it's impossible to find them when the last two weeks have been about managing my pain, but I have been fortunate to go to church a few times, I can feel my upper body getting stronger and holding me up better, and I have gone home to spend a few days with my hunny.
At church, I got to see sooo many dear friends and hear some words of comfort and support from everyone. It was beautiful to see how many of our friends lined up to help bring my wheelchair (with me in it) up the stairs. I am really phobic of stairs so it wasn't the easiest thing for me to do, but I made it. I heard a lecture from a young woman my age whose life I could really relate to...and she chose to end her lecture by singing a song about how the pain will pass. I was already emotional enough from the outpouring of love and support, so it was no surprise that I let out my "bucket" of tears. I truly enjoy a good cry and I just felt so much lighter afterwards.
My mom drove me home to CT and I was able to spend a couple of days with John and also got to see so many of our friends there. It felt nice and odd to be home, since it had been almost a month that I'd been gone. I have to say, he's doing a great job keeping up the place on his own...I've taught him well :)
I knew this journey would be full of ups and downs and I was ready for them. Sure, it's not easy as I'm going through it, like a sleepless painful night. But today, that's a memory. At first, going up and down the stairs was so difficult and now I've actually done it twice in one day and even a few days in a row and no soreness. I know it will get easier as I go and hopefully I'll be out of the cast and able to move a little more so my legs won't be so sore. I am hopeful this new medication will work for me so that I will be able to keep taking it even after I'm healed to get some relief.
Today, I was so tired from not sleeping so a couple of friends came over to help. One of them (who is older than me) just recently went through her own medical scare and sudden surgery and in a moment of difficulty, she said she thought of me. That she had seen how strong I have been through my process that she had to try to be stronger through hers, that I was an example she wanted to follow. That was so sweet and nice to hear!
Good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience.
Both are essential in life.
I am keeping the faith....
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Say a little prayer for me....
I am so glad that I celebrated my birthday in a big way because after going to the hospital last Monday, I've pretty much been feeling crappy ever since.
I stayed at my parents' in NJ after the injection because I was not supposed to drive for 24 hours. I drove home on Tuesday but ended up spending most of the day on the couch feeling dizzy, feverish and having chills. I woke up feeling a little better on Wednesday and got worse as the day went on. I called on a friend and asked for a ride to church so I could at least go to the study group, hoping to feel better. I'm so glad that I did because I had a wonderful experience there and received some great support and comforting words from friends. Thursday I felt a little better so I went shopping for last minute items I wanted to bring to the hospital with me - nightgowns and comfy sweats.
But Thursday night, I felt this extremely sharp pain on the side of my left thigh. I didn't think much of it until Friday morning when I woke up and that pain was worse. It started to be very difficult to sit down and to get up and even to walk without limping. I called the hospital and spoke with the doctor who did the procedure on Monday and when I explained the situation he did not think it was related to the injection. I called my surgeon's office and the best they could do is recommend I take Tylenol extra strength. I have such a wonderful mom that she decided to drive up from Jersey and check up on me to make sure I was ok. We also had a couple of friends stop by to see how I was doing.
Unfortunately, Saturday the pain was even worse and I officially spent most of my day on the couch, only getting up when it was absolutely necessary. This really was starting to worry me because this pain is completely unlike my usual pains and I was just starting to hope for life to be "nice and easy" with my old friends - all my pains that I'm already used to and know what to expect. Sunday was not any better and my mom offered to come pick me up so I could stay at their place in case I needed to go to the hospital on Monday. I accepted immediately because it was definitely not getting any better and I knew I would have to try to do something about it and I was hoping to at least try to figure it out before my surgery on Wednesday.
It was a little sad to leave earlier than expected because the plan was to drive down on Tuesday after John got home from work. It was a little sad to be leaving my new home after just a short month to be gone for a few weeks. But it was also good to know that my mom would be able to help me a lot more and that I would be able to go into the city on Monday either to see my surgeon or go straight to the hospital.
Arriving in Jersey, I already feel like I'm at Hotel Brandao! LOL. My parents are the best and are seriously doing so much for me. Their love and care will seriously make this process so much easier on me. I'm grateful that despite our problems and concerns, we can still laugh and have fun. My mom and I couldn't sleep so we talked and laughed about Milena and the atleta for hours. Or my dad made fun of me being such a viejita because I'm walking with a cane. Or my new toilet seat (Thanks Em!) that will be parked next to my bed. Laughter therapy is so powerful.
First thing I did when I got up this morning was call my doctor's office but he was at the hospital in surgeries all day. His nurse said it would be best to go straight there since that's where I had the procedure done and if I needed any x-rays or an MRI it would be much easier to do and she said if they needed to keep me there I could just stay til Wednesday. Oh lordy! Thank goodness my hospital bag was almost all packed. So I had to prepare myself to possibly be admitted today...first order of business, shaving and fixing my eyebrows lol.
Unfortunately this hospital visit wasn't very helpful. To make a long story short, a very young resident told me straight off the bat he didn't know what I had. Well...if the doctors don't know what I have, then who will? And whatever happened to let's talk to me more to try to figure out what it is? He looked so young that my mom guessed he was 25 and I thought 28...well, she was right! I have no shame so I actually asked him! LOL.
I did more x-rays of my hips and thighs, told my story to at least 5 different people and at the end no one knew what to do with me. They didn't even recommend any medication I could take (not that I could take many since I am still planning to be operated on Wednesday). Finally, they called down to my surgeon and he realizes that the injection obviously did not work. He doesn't think that it's so much of an emergency that we should cancel on Wednesday so he said he will look at the x-rays and come see me before the operation to examine my legs.
It's really frustrating to have the people who are the experts not know what's wrong with you and not be able to help you but this is not the first time I've dealt with this. I guess ever since the beginning, the doctors have always been a little lost...it took so long just to diagnose me. I'm glad that at least I tried and went into the hospital. Normally, I would've just stayed home and now Dr. F knows he needs to come see me before the surgery.
My mom thinks I don't look like I'm in pain enough so they probably don't think it's a big deal. LOL. Actually I've heard that a few times in the past couple of weeks. I don't know how else to be. I am someone who lives with constant pain...can you imagine how miserable my life would be if I let that pain win and show on my face all the time? I'm not always happy-go-lucky but I try as much as I can. There are days when the pain is at a 10 and there's no way I can hide it but thankfully that's not everyday. The more I fill my life with love, laughter and a positive attitude, it's like an adrenaline kicks in and I can forget it's there. I've been dealing with it for so long that you kind of have to develop a mechanism to not let it control how you live. I think one of the hardest parts of my day is getting up in the morning because it's when the pain is strongest. If I can get out of bed, then I can make it through my day.
But without a doubt, the biggest contributor to how I react to how I feel is my faith in God. I am thankful for my belief system, for knowing in my heart that everything happens for a reson. God wouldn't let us suffer in vain and so there must be a reason why I'm going through this. It does not matter if I do not fully know the reasons right now, I just know that He is just and fair. I believe in karma and how we must redeem ourselves for our past behaviors, whether in this life or another. I am grateful for the opportunity that I have to do that in this life. And he gave me such a great support system to go through this process.
I am surrounded by such positive energy and I have received such positive feedback, so many phone calls, emails and messages, especially since I decided to send this blog to more friends. I know I am going in on Wednesday but I can only imagine the chain of positive energy and prayers I will have on my side that day. It's during difficult times that people really come together and offer their love and support. I thank each and every one of you who has offered me a kind word and your help in any way.
At the end of the day, I think I'm a lucky girl. Sure, the journey I am on may not be the easiest but the people around me sure know how to lighten my load.
.... I think this is my last entry pre-operation. Wish me luck and please say a little prayer for me. See you on the other side!
I stayed at my parents' in NJ after the injection because I was not supposed to drive for 24 hours. I drove home on Tuesday but ended up spending most of the day on the couch feeling dizzy, feverish and having chills. I woke up feeling a little better on Wednesday and got worse as the day went on. I called on a friend and asked for a ride to church so I could at least go to the study group, hoping to feel better. I'm so glad that I did because I had a wonderful experience there and received some great support and comforting words from friends. Thursday I felt a little better so I went shopping for last minute items I wanted to bring to the hospital with me - nightgowns and comfy sweats.
But Thursday night, I felt this extremely sharp pain on the side of my left thigh. I didn't think much of it until Friday morning when I woke up and that pain was worse. It started to be very difficult to sit down and to get up and even to walk without limping. I called the hospital and spoke with the doctor who did the procedure on Monday and when I explained the situation he did not think it was related to the injection. I called my surgeon's office and the best they could do is recommend I take Tylenol extra strength. I have such a wonderful mom that she decided to drive up from Jersey and check up on me to make sure I was ok. We also had a couple of friends stop by to see how I was doing.
Unfortunately, Saturday the pain was even worse and I officially spent most of my day on the couch, only getting up when it was absolutely necessary. This really was starting to worry me because this pain is completely unlike my usual pains and I was just starting to hope for life to be "nice and easy" with my old friends - all my pains that I'm already used to and know what to expect. Sunday was not any better and my mom offered to come pick me up so I could stay at their place in case I needed to go to the hospital on Monday. I accepted immediately because it was definitely not getting any better and I knew I would have to try to do something about it and I was hoping to at least try to figure it out before my surgery on Wednesday.
It was a little sad to leave earlier than expected because the plan was to drive down on Tuesday after John got home from work. It was a little sad to be leaving my new home after just a short month to be gone for a few weeks. But it was also good to know that my mom would be able to help me a lot more and that I would be able to go into the city on Monday either to see my surgeon or go straight to the hospital.
Arriving in Jersey, I already feel like I'm at Hotel Brandao! LOL. My parents are the best and are seriously doing so much for me. Their love and care will seriously make this process so much easier on me. I'm grateful that despite our problems and concerns, we can still laugh and have fun. My mom and I couldn't sleep so we talked and laughed about Milena and the atleta for hours. Or my dad made fun of me being such a viejita because I'm walking with a cane. Or my new toilet seat (Thanks Em!) that will be parked next to my bed. Laughter therapy is so powerful.
First thing I did when I got up this morning was call my doctor's office but he was at the hospital in surgeries all day. His nurse said it would be best to go straight there since that's where I had the procedure done and if I needed any x-rays or an MRI it would be much easier to do and she said if they needed to keep me there I could just stay til Wednesday. Oh lordy! Thank goodness my hospital bag was almost all packed. So I had to prepare myself to possibly be admitted today...first order of business, shaving and fixing my eyebrows lol.
Unfortunately this hospital visit wasn't very helpful. To make a long story short, a very young resident told me straight off the bat he didn't know what I had. Well...if the doctors don't know what I have, then who will? And whatever happened to let's talk to me more to try to figure out what it is? He looked so young that my mom guessed he was 25 and I thought 28...well, she was right! I have no shame so I actually asked him! LOL.
I did more x-rays of my hips and thighs, told my story to at least 5 different people and at the end no one knew what to do with me. They didn't even recommend any medication I could take (not that I could take many since I am still planning to be operated on Wednesday). Finally, they called down to my surgeon and he realizes that the injection obviously did not work. He doesn't think that it's so much of an emergency that we should cancel on Wednesday so he said he will look at the x-rays and come see me before the operation to examine my legs.
It's really frustrating to have the people who are the experts not know what's wrong with you and not be able to help you but this is not the first time I've dealt with this. I guess ever since the beginning, the doctors have always been a little lost...it took so long just to diagnose me. I'm glad that at least I tried and went into the hospital. Normally, I would've just stayed home and now Dr. F knows he needs to come see me before the surgery.
My mom thinks I don't look like I'm in pain enough so they probably don't think it's a big deal. LOL. Actually I've heard that a few times in the past couple of weeks. I don't know how else to be. I am someone who lives with constant pain...can you imagine how miserable my life would be if I let that pain win and show on my face all the time? I'm not always happy-go-lucky but I try as much as I can. There are days when the pain is at a 10 and there's no way I can hide it but thankfully that's not everyday. The more I fill my life with love, laughter and a positive attitude, it's like an adrenaline kicks in and I can forget it's there. I've been dealing with it for so long that you kind of have to develop a mechanism to not let it control how you live. I think one of the hardest parts of my day is getting up in the morning because it's when the pain is strongest. If I can get out of bed, then I can make it through my day.
But without a doubt, the biggest contributor to how I react to how I feel is my faith in God. I am thankful for my belief system, for knowing in my heart that everything happens for a reson. God wouldn't let us suffer in vain and so there must be a reason why I'm going through this. It does not matter if I do not fully know the reasons right now, I just know that He is just and fair. I believe in karma and how we must redeem ourselves for our past behaviors, whether in this life or another. I am grateful for the opportunity that I have to do that in this life. And he gave me such a great support system to go through this process.
I am surrounded by such positive energy and I have received such positive feedback, so many phone calls, emails and messages, especially since I decided to send this blog to more friends. I know I am going in on Wednesday but I can only imagine the chain of positive energy and prayers I will have on my side that day. It's during difficult times that people really come together and offer their love and support. I thank each and every one of you who has offered me a kind word and your help in any way.
At the end of the day, I think I'm a lucky girl. Sure, the journey I am on may not be the easiest but the people around me sure know how to lighten my load.
.... I think this is my last entry pre-operation. Wish me luck and please say a little prayer for me. See you on the other side!
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About Me
- Michele
- CT, United States
- I'm a girl with hopes and dreams who has Charcot-Marie-Tooth (I know! You've never heard of it!). In this blog, I talk about my journey with this invisible disease and 2 reconstructive foot surgeries (and a 3rd minor surgery) I've gone through in the last 18 months. And I try to do it all with a positive attitude and a smile on my face :)