Band Aids and Bullet Holes

Band Aids and Bullet Holes There is a saying you will hear me say a lot. Treating the symptoms, and then treating the side effects of one drug with a second drug makes about as much sense as slapping a Hello Kitty Band Aid over the hole someone just shot into your chest. It will not fix the hole, it will not stop the bleeding, but it will cover it up if only for a second or two. You can still bleed out behind the Band Aid. When it comes to Multiple Sclerosis every doctor I have met has his own approach to Band Aids and bullet wounds. One gives me medicine to treat the symptoms of MS and another gives me medicine to treat the side effects of the first drug. None of it actually fixes the problem, and before you know it you find yourself taking 30 pills a day and you have no idea what pill treats what. Then you have the doctor who decides you are on too many pills, cuts you off of most, and within a year you find he has written you at least 6 new prescriptions, all in the name of science. I ended up cutting myself off of most of my meds and got to go through the ever so pleasant experience of withdrawals because I could no longer take the amount of poison I was dumping into my body each and every day. Another sad discovery I have made recently; when it comes to doctors and MS patients, the drug companies have convinced the doctors that you need to be on something to treat the disease. If there was any drug on the market that came with more than a 35% efficiency rating, I would possibly agree. However, this is not available. This also leads me to mention that although the great doctors take the time to diagnose the proper form of MS you have, most refuse to actually write it on your chart. There is a very good and bad reason for this. If you are not RRMS, your insurance will not approve any treatments because the FDA has not approved any treatments for any form of MS other than RRMS. There are 4 different categories of Multiple Sclerosis you can have. • RRMS- Averaging 85% of people diagnosed is RRMS (Relapsing- Remitting Multiple Sclerosis). This is where symptoms come and go or get worse and then improve over time. RRMS patients tend to respond well to not only steroids but also most of the DMDs (Disease Modifying Drugs). • PPMS- Effecting around 10% of the MS community is PPMS (Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis) I speak from experience when I say symptoms hit you like a freight train and never let up, though certain ones can come and go, and when you think it will not get any worse, it does! Doctors will tell you this is a slow and steady incline of symptoms; I will tell you that is bullshit! I will also mention PPMS is characteristically known to cause more damage in the spine than in the brain and one of the classic tests that determines this form is that you do not respond to steroids as it is not inflammatory. Well, you do respond, just not well. • SPMS- (Secondary Progressive) this one is a bit confusing, it starts out as RRMS and about 50% of people with RRMS will end up with a SPMS diagnosis within ten years. This is kind of like a combination of RRMS and PPMS. I feel this is more due to dr error as they are so quick to point to MS but not take the time to figure out exactly what type you have before they put you on drugs. • PRMS- 5 % of people who have MS are later diagnosed as PRMS (Primary Progressing Multiple Sclerosis). With PRMS, you have a steady increase in symptoms with the added unpleasantness of exacerbations (flare ups). I am not sure how the determination is made between PPMS and PRMS. Personally, I have PPMS (or so I am told) yet, I still experience exacerbations; somehow I am not in the PRMS category. My most recent trip to the doctor was as always, a major source of stress and frustration. I am not sleeping, when I do sleep I move constantly and I wake u p in pain. On a good night I get 4 hours of interrupted sleep. I have been on every sleeping pill they offer, and was on Ambien CR at 12.5 mg and was still ending up taking more than one if I wanted to sleep. Which of course lead to the other problem…running out of pills and not sleeping for half the month because they can only give you 30. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, some moron in California wrecked their car and blamed it on the Ambien. So Congress intervened and decided no one was allowed to have more than 5mg. Dr changes my prescription to 5 and I slept for 6 days before I was out of meds. He was then able to increase it to 10 mg...woo hoo. Then he wanted to put me back on 12.5 but of course since Congress knows better than any of my doctors… my insurance denied it. I have been on this medication for over 2 years, my body has gotten used to it and it no longer works. I made the mistake of asking for something else. I was told no. Not because I am on too many medications, not because the next step is highly addictive (mind you I have been on morphine for 3 yrs), but because I refuse to go back on Tysabri. It does not seem to matter that Tysabri made me sick 2 weeks out of the month, and it ran a risk of killing me. None of that seems to matter because it stopped me from growing new lesions. I am not saying that all doctors are idiots and I am not saying do not try the DMDs. What I am saying is that you need to listen to your own body. You need to be able to determine for yourself if something is helping or not. This is a decision that you and only you have to live with. At the end of the day the doctor gets to take off his lab coat, go home and have a nice evening. You get to go home with not only this drug and all the effects of it, but the MS comes with you. It sucks, and there is not a damn thing anyone can do about it. Some people do great with the DMDs, and some do great with Tysabri. I hear stories all the time of people looking forward to their next infusion because it made them feel great and gives them energy. I was the opposite. I went home after an infusion and crashed, and then I spend 2 weeks fighting both a sinus and urinary tract infection. And any time anyone came near me with germs, I got sick. This is not an easy way to go when you have two children to take care of. I stopped the TY when I was sick almost a year ago with my 3rd round of the flu. Then I broke my foot and ended up getting surgery, then I broke that, and on and on for a year. I got 2 infusions between the 3 surgeries. And I got sick both times. I have finally come to the conclusion I would rather not spend my time being sick and I will just deal with whatever this disease throws my way. I tried Copaxone, had no effects from that at all until my MRI showed I grew 11 new holes while on it. Then I tried Avonex, which gave me flu like symptoms with every shot and then I broke out in hives because I turned out to be allergic. This knocked Betaseron and Rebif off the list because they contain the same ingredients. So we moved on to Tysabri. I feel like I have run out of Band Aids and my doctors refuse to allow me to live life the way that I want. Then I remembered that my doctor’s word isn’t law. In fact, last time I checked I pay them to provide a service, thus they work FOR me. And if they refuse to get on board and do things my way, I will replace them with doctors who realize I sign their checks. I do urge everyone to watch out for doctors who are quick to hand you a Band Aid instead of offering relief.

Getting Through A Crappy Day

Getting through a crappy day.
How do you get through the crappy days and remain positive? I am finding it hard to do today but determined to make it work if it kills me.
So I woke up at 2am. Had a dream about my fiancé, who is off with his friends in the mountains somewhere, hopefully having fun and “clearing his head”. I woke up and he wasn’t here. He didn’t text me to let me know he was alright. (I know they have no signal up there and his battery was dying when he got there). But I also know they stayed at the hotel last night, he has his laptop and was supposed to charge it and let me know he was ok. It’s not a big deal, but at 2 am it is a big enough deal for me to get out of bed and try calling him with no answer. It sucked. I was alone, I was worried about him, and a part of me was pissed at him. Not because he didn’t call, but because this is the one time he has taken time off from work and school and instead of doing something with the family, instead of doing something with me, he ran away and I am alone and I know he will not get time off again for months. But, I know that he needs this break, and I need to be understanding. And I need to deal with this on my own, even if it sucks.
Finally fell back asleep, and then my alarm goes off. Text message from my mother, cannot respond because my phone has been cut off because the man who is away and can’t figure out his phone is not working didn’t pay the bill before he left. Awesome.
On a chance, I decided to email him. Hoping he has his computer and will get the message. He did. Phone problem straight, bill paid and he is okay. He may be coming home tonight he may be coming home tomorrow. He doesn’t know. I don’t know. But what is new? I don’t know anything anymore. Everything I thought I knew was wrong, so what can I do about it? Not a damn thing.
I have a doctor’s appointment today… as usual. Primary care guy this time, time for our monthly chit- chat session. I tell him what’s wrong he tells me nothing he can do I say I know, he says here’s an antibiotic, see ya next month.
I like this guy. He is brutally honest, doesn’t believe in false hope. He stays on top of my other doctors, he doesn’t promise cures that don’t exist. He fixes what he can and he moves on. He is the only one of my team of specialists who hasn’t told me it is going to be okay because he knows it isn’t. He is the only one that has never seen me cry, but he knows the emotional turmoil I am dealing with. He is the one that told me it is only going to get worse and I need to prepare for that. Surprisingly, that is why he is my favorite. Some days, I wish for false hope, but that is what my neuro is for.
It’s about to snow and sleet here. Schools may be closing early. So far, this day is a bust. I am not feeling the hope or the self love, but I will fake it till it comes. So I got up and did my makeup. I am drinking my coffee and I am writing. I am able to control some things and I will make it through this day.
Things I am thankful for today:
1. No snow, schools opened on time, I don’t have to change my doctors appointments around.
2. My kids- Last night I went out to dinner with the youngest and watched her scarf down a half a rack of ribs. While I was there I got a text from the oldest who tells me she loves my hair because it makes me look more like her, then on the way home, the youngest one tells me that Hello Kitty is Jewish. She meant to say Japanese, but it was funny as hell.
3. My man- even if things don’t work out between us, he has been a big part of my life for the last 4 years and he has been my sole financial supporter for the last 2. If nothing else I have to give him credit for that.
4. Knowing that I am loved- loved by my family, my friends, and all of my online buddies who are also battling MS.
5. The house is warm, the coffee is brewed and I am a cute brunette.
Yes, I dyed my hair yesterday. It came out a great color that I love, but I have been a blonde all of my life, so it is a little strange waking up as a brunette. At least I didn’t go off of the deep end and chop it all off and dye it pink. I thought about it, but I think I am getting too old for pink hair. Besides, my shrink would probably try to have me committed if I did. But it did remind me of the whole Brittany Spears thing, I think I can fully understand why she went nuts and shaved her head one day. She was just tired of being herself, and it is so much easier to change the outside than to change the inside.
I have rambled on enough and I need to get ready to go. I am sure I will be back on later.

The Enemy Inside

There’s an enemy in my body, slowly chipping my life away.
I can feel it all of the time, it’s with me every day.
I am so tired of hurting, tired of the constant pain.
It’s killing my body, making holes in my brain.

There’s an enemy in my body, making me lose my mind.
The path back to myself something I may never find.
I am fighting a constant war, which no one else can see.
Trapped in my own prison, I will never be free.

This enemy in my body leaves me feeling broken, tortured, and scared.
New demons to face tomorrow, constantly feeling so unprepared.
There needs to be an answer, there needs to be a cure.
I cannot take this sorrow, this pain I cannot endure.

There is an enemy in my body, reminding me this battle is wages on inside.
With each breath that I take, I face an emotional whirlwind inside.
Not ready to give up yet, this monster I want to fight.
Each day it reminds me that it is taking away my life.