Monday, February 28, 2022

Think Zebras

 February 28 (or February 29 in a leap year) is Rare Disease Day. It began in 2008, and this year more than 100 countries are participating in this day set aside to raise awareness for those diagnosed with a rare disease. In the United States, a disease that affects fewer than 200,000 people is considered a rare disease. There are estimated to be between 7,000 - 10,000 known rare diseases, only a few of which have any available treatment. More than 30 million people in the US, and 300 million worldwide are living with a rare disease.

It costs more than $300 million on average to bring a drug to market. The government helps produce what are called "orphan drugs," which are medications for rare diseases that would not be profitable for companies to make due to limited number of patients who would need them. More research and support are needed, and that is why it is important to raise awareness for rare diseases. 

This year, I thought I'd share a little about my story (again). I can't speak for everyone who is living with a rare disease, but one of the most common things I see in this community is how long it takes to get a diagnosis. The average time for a rare disease patient to receive an accurate diagnosis is more than 7 years! There is a saying in medicine that "when you hear hooves, you should think of horses, not zebras." This is supposed to remind doctors that most often when you have a set of particular symptoms, it is most likely caused by something common (horses) and not dig through medical books for some rare diagnosis (a zebra). They should consider and eliminate the most likely diagnoses first. The zebra is the symbol for Rare Disease Day. We are the exception to that rule.

Rare diseases aren't all that rare when you consider that 1 in 10 Americans is living with a rare diagnosis. Doctors frequently overlook a rare cause for patients' symptoms. I had an experience shared by many in the rare disease community. When my x-rays did not confirm my doctor's theory that I had a herniated disc (which is the most common reason for leg weakness with numbness), he told me that I should see a psychiatrist. When the results weren't what he expected, he blamed my mental health rather than seek other answers. 

Going through years of doctor appointments and health struggles before finding an answer is exhausting. Friends and family that started off helping with things disappear one by one as the months and years pass with no answers. Some people doubt you, and you often start to doubt yourself. For others, life progresses and you can't keep up. It can be isolating and depressing to feel unwell and have doctors dismiss you. You learn quickly to do medical research and become an advocate for yourself, but also have to balance going to a new doctor "too prepared." Doctors who see you walk in with a stack of records and list of previously seen specialists are more likely to see you as a difficult patient. 

Many times, rare disease patients have more than one diagnosis, with overlapping symptoms, and that clouds the picture further. We quickly discover that there is no magic bullet that will fix everything. Most rare diseases do not have a cure, and while symptoms can be managed sometimes, the treatment often comes with side effects and at a hefty expense. Having a rare disease and/or disability is expensive. Travel to specialists, new medications, testing, treatment, and mobility equipment can bankrupt a person. Sadly, if you are lower income, or have no/poor health insurance coverage, you may not even have access to many of the doctors or treatments that might help.

My rare disease is called CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyradiculopathy). It is an autoimmune disease. That means my immune system sees my nerves as something harmful, and mounts a defense, thinking it is protecting me from a foreign invader, but instead it destroys the coating on my nerves. The available treatment options have not helped me, and they consider it to be "treatment resistant" at this point. There really isn't anything else they can do but let the disease run its course, monitor me, and give me medications to treat the symptoms. 

I first had symptoms of CIDP in 2004. I received the wrong diagnosis in 2009, and got the correct diagnosis in 2013, which was confirmed at Mayo in 2018 (which is when we found out the 2009 diagnosis was wrong).  You can read more about that devastating news here and here. This disease causes numbness, weakness, nerve pain and balance issues among other things, and has been slowly taking away my ability to walk.

I won't repeat my whole history here, but if you haven't read the beginning of my story yet, you can do so here. In 1998, I went from being healthy and active to fairly unwell, which also took a while to diagnose. They named it many things before deciding on calling it Undifferentiated Spondyloarthropathy, which is a long way of saying I have an autoimmune arthritis that mostly effects my spine, hips and shoulders, and is of unknown origin. This disease has slowly worn away my spine, causing many herniated discs, bone spurs, loss of motion, and pain...SO MUCH PAIN. 

The dual diagnosis is a lot to deal with, but also why Rare Disease Day is important to me. I hope for new treatment options. I would like to raise awareness so you can help someone you may know that is going through something similar. I have lost the physical ability to do many things I loved. I have had to cancel many plans, miss out on activities and events, and have also lost friends. If you take anything away from this post about Rare Disease Day, I hope you can better understand how to support a friend or family member with a rare disease.

  • Be ready and available to LISTEN! Don't try to tell them you know exactly what they are going through because you had a headache last week, or broke your ankle when you were a child and had to use a wheelchair for a week. The older I get, the more fully convinced I am that we can never fully know what someone else is going through, because we are all so very different. 
  • Along those same lines, as much as you want to, please don't offer medical advice or try to fix the problem. I can't even tell you how many times someone has told me about a vitamin or medication that I should try because it helped their Aunt Betty with knee pain. Seriously, it is unlikely that you can offer your friend information that they or their doctors are not already aware of. Offering unsolicited medical advice says to your friend that you know more about their rare disease and medical history than they do (trust me, you don't). 
  • ASK how you can help! It's great if you love doing laundry or mowing the lawn, but instead of offering to do what you like doing, ask them what would be the most helpful for them. Maybe laundry isn't a struggle for them, but getting out to the grocery store is. Don't force your help on them either, but gently remind them of your willingness. When they need you and are ready to accept help, they will call upon you.
  • Try to include your friend in things. Again, just ask! Maybe holding the event at their home would be easier for them, or offering them a ride, being willing to leave early if they aren't feeling well. Don't push, but be aware that there are many factors that can make us feel isolated, and many can be overcome with a little willingness and creative thinking.
  • Don't assume because someone looks fine or is smiling, that everything is okay. This is true in situations other than rare diseases! We are great at hiding our pain, but sometimes having a friend who will ask and listen, is just what we need 💜 It can often seem like we talk too much about our illness and pain, and yet it envelops every aspect of our lives and we need to feel free to discuss it with those closest to us. I don't talk about it to whine or complain, but simply because it can be so overwhelming.
  • Be flexible! Be willing to change plans, or as we like to say "adapt, improvise and overcome." It is hard to know how you will feel a week from Tuesday, and therefore we sometimes avoid making plans rather than canceling. I truly appreciate friends who say "text me that morning and let me know if you feel up to meeting, or we will pick another day." I feel loved and cared for, and makes me feel less guilty knowing that I haven't let them down.

Hopefully there is some helpful information here. Have a great Rare Disease Day today!

Additional information about rare diseases here and here.


#zebrastrong 



Until Nest Time~

Shari

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Daily Absence

 Imagine that your elderly mother's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks and you have the bright idea to plan a surprise birthday party for her. Within minutes, your brain is whirring with to-do lists and plans. You sit down the first chance you get and make a list of guests. Over the next few days you are super busy as you begin squeezing in the party planning along with all your regular activities. You realize you haven't talked to your mom in several days, which is unusual, but you brush that guilt aside because you are busy. You are SO excited and it will be great to spend the day with her on her birthday-- besides you are horrible at keeping a secret and don't want to say anything to ruin the surprise.

Two weeks fly right by and the house is decorated to perfection. Guests start to arrive, and you feel nervous butterflies in your stomach because you want so badly to please your mom and make this day a success. As people start to mingle, you just can't shake the feeling that you forgot something, and it starts to gnaw at you. Within a couple of minutes you realize what the problem is...you forgot to invite your mother. 

The guest of honor isn't there! Embarrassed and guilty, you make excuses and justify how busy you were. Surely you aren't the only one who would have done all of this and forgotten the most important thing. The guests are having a great time. You notice the cheese platter is empty, and before you think about it again, you are back to being a good hostess. As the party winds down, people trickle out and you start the process of cleaning up the party aftermath so you can be ready to get to work tomorrow morning. Just before you head to bed, you call your mom to say "Happy birthday! I love you. Talk to you later. I am very tired. I had a busy day," and hang up the phone just before you drift off to sleep.

Does this all sound ridiculous? Impossible even? I would hope so, yet I fear many of us live our lives just like this when it comes to God. I heard the term "Functional Atheism" many years ago, and it has always stuck in my head. We live busy, independent lives. We go through our day with very little (if any) thought of God, His Word, or prayer. We get things done, run around completing our to-do lists, serving others in God's name, and yet fail to actually include the guest of honor in any of our plans. Basically, we live functionally as though we are atheists, simply planning and doing the tasks we need to do.

Oftentimes I lift my head from a project I have been engrossed in, maybe even frustrated with, and realize that I haven't bothered to pray and ask God for wisdom. In fact, I never even bothered to ask if the task is something I should be doing at all. I lay down to sleep at night, and the thought pops into my head that I should pray, because I "forgot" again today, or didn't have time, only to wake up in the morning and have only a brief memory of a few sentences uttered before I was sound asleep.   When this happens do I spend my morning in prayer? No, to my own shame I do not, but instead I get up and hit the ground running. After all, the dog needs to go out and I am hungry and there is a lot on my to-do list today!

We tend to be driven to God in prayer when bad things happen, and our daily lives are disrupted. The war in Ukraine has been that driver for me the last few days, as reading stories from the people there and seeing the devastation has reminded me how much we need God to intervene. I started to think about those words again: Functional Atheism. Why do I struggle so to be faithful in prayer? God forgive me! I am utterly and completely dependent upon Him for life, light, faith, breath, and, well, EVERYTHING! Yet I continue to rush ahead in my own strength to do all the "good things" I think I should be doing, and all the busy days just keep flying by. May we all be more fully aware of our need for Him. May He graciously increase our desire to spend time with Him, causing us to trust Him more fully.


Until Next Time~

Shari