The Wonderful World of Comorbidities
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Hey there
everyone, let me start by saying if my layout seems a tad messed up I apologize
I am trying a few new things, and trying to work the bugs out, and I am not
there yet. So, I am sorry if things aren’t
centered etc., bear with me and I will get there, I promise! I haven’t blogged in what seems like forever,
but it feels like we’ve kind of been going nonstop for the last I don’t even
know how many months. It’s like we’ve
been on this crazy roller coaster ride for the last couple of years, almost
since the beginning of our relationship really.
I guess what they say is true, if you can find someone to stick by your
side through all your ups and downs, and just, well, just your MUCK then you
have found the person that is going to stick with you through life. Lord knows they deserve all the good if they
can make it to the good. Some people worry they’ll never get to the good in
their own lives, and that’s when they need to remind themselves that they have
good in their lives EVERY day. It’s up
to us to look for it, to remember that, and to be aware of it. Even if it’s as
simple as being able to cuddle up next to the person you love at night, or
waking up next to them in the morning and having a cup of coffee over breakfast
with them in the morning. Taking your dog for a walk, or just being able to
walk outside at all and see the sun, or see the stars. Each and every single
one of those things are worth being thankful for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to preach
at anyone about being thankful, because lord knows I need reminding probably
more than anyone. I get frustrated, angry, overwhelmed, and just straight up
pissed off sometimes. I get mad that it sometimes seems like we never get a
break, that we get one set of bad news after another, and that we are just
never going to be done with all the damn doctors and all of the damn tests. I
know that we will though, someday. And sometimes I have to realize that it
could mean the end of living if we were at the end of the doctors’
appointments. That’s not something that we want to happen anytime soon!
Instead, I try to simply be thankful that hey, I get to wake up EVERY morning,
and I get to do so with the man of my dreams, my wonderful husband that loves
me, the man that learns just as much about every condition I am diagnosed with
as I do. It says something about the
type of man he is that he goes out of his way to learn as much as he can so
that he can be there for me, so he can help me, and so that he can understand
what I am going through daily. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing that someone
actually loves me that much. Each new
diagnosis often feels like a slap in the face for me, and cause me to become
depressed and get in my own head so to speak.
I must remember though that it’s not just me, I’m not in this alone.
He’s here with me, and my reactions affect him, and when I allow myself to get upset and
depressed, it of course does the same to him. I’ve also learned through my
amazing counselor to understand and acknowledge how frustrating it can be for
him to see me that way and how much more frustrating it can be for our loved
ones and care givers when we want to shut down, because it feels like we are
shutting them out, when all they want to do is help us, and they can’t, there’s
nothing they can do but be there for us and we aren’t allowing them to do that
for us. Ugh! How frustrated they must become! So, for all of my Chiari Sisters,
remember, let your loved ones in, let them be there for you, talk to them, and
don’t shut them out. Communication with our spouses or significant others is
vital for our own peace of mind, let alone theirs!
Now, the point of
me saying all of this is because of my own up and down health, and having to be
able to talk openly and honestly about it with not only Shawn, but with our
families. We really thought that after
my brain decompression surgery last year, there wouldn’t be any other surgeries
coming up for quite some time. We
thought wrong. Ugh. I think we should have known better to think that anything
was going to go that easy for us. From
that beginning things haven’t been easy for us, it’s often felt like we’ve been
hit with obstacle after obstacle, somehow always finding a way around it. Personally, I think I owe that all to my
husband, to having such a strong ally, to knowing that someone always has my
back, is always on my side, and is always there to hold my hand and lead me
through the darkness. There are times for everyone when you feel like you’ve
lost yourself, when you feel less than, and when you feel that way, it’s
important to have someone that you can depend on to pull you out and make you
remember that you are not less than. You are not less than yourself, you are
not less than your condition, you are not less than your diagnosis’s, and you’re
not less than YOURSELF! I know how freaking hard it can be to remember that
sometimes, I struggle with it myself more than I care to admit. I want to feel
like my old self, to be able to get up and go to work and be able to work ten
to sixteen hour days, I want to be able to clean house all day, or bake all
day, or work in the garden all day. I miss being able to do all of the things
that I used to do, but here’s the thing, I’m not the same person I used to
be. I need to remember that, and be
thankful for that. I need to remember
not to push too hard, just when I’m trying to get back to the person that I
used to be. Then again, I didn’t necessarily always like the person that I used
to be, in fact, I don’t think that everyone in my life always liked who I used
to be either. I think it’s important to remember that we aren’t meant to always
be the same person throughout our lives. That we are meant to grow, to learn,
to become better versions of ourselves. Even if that means doing nothing more
than laying on the couch and taking a nap with my pup and my hubby at the end
of a day of doctors’ appointments because just getting dressed and facing the
world for a few hours is enough to wear my out.
As you can see from the picture below, my hubby likes to snap pics of my
pup Lulu and I when we are innocently napping away.
So, the point of
all this rambling? The fact that my
health isn’t as good as we’d like to believe it to be at times, I underwent
emergency laser eye surgery for glaucoma this last Monday. Yeah, freaking glaucoma of all things. Ugh. We had been told at my last eye appointment on
Feb 21st that my eye pressure was increased, and that I had narrow
angle glaucoma. So, at this appointment
on March 20th, we found out that the pressure in my eyes had
doubled. Doubled in a month. So, the
appointment with Dr Sieck went from being a consultation straight into surgery
also known as a Laser Trabeculoplasty, and now I must do eye drops apparently
for the rest of my life or some craziness. Cause ya know, if it’s not one
thing, it’s clearly another. Lol I must laugh, because sometimes if I didn’t
cry about all the craziness that is our lives, and my health, well I’d
cry. And if I started crying, I’m sure
there would be times that I wouldn’t stop.
That crap is not going to solve a single damn thing. Nothing. Instead, I simply try to find out
everything about each and everything that I am diagnosed with, as I’m diagnosed
with it. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes this is a bad thing. One thing I know is this though, I like
knowing as much as I possibly can about everything I have, because then,
whenever I see a friend that is diagnosed with one of these many freaking
things, I can provide them with some sort of levity regarding the
situation. I have found that especially
for myself, and my husband, that finding the humor in whatever situation we are
thrown into, is the defining moment on how we are going to get through the
entire situation, no matter what it is.
We should be able to laugh at whatever it is. Every single doctor looks at me like I’m
crazy whenever I start laughing at whatever they are telling me, and I get it,
I look like a loony tune, and yet, I have to find the presence of mind to
explain to them, that I MUST laugh, and that I SHOULD be able to laugh at all
this crap, or I will lose it. I will
lose it because it’s literally one diagnosis after another. I explained this to
Dr Wadsworth the first optometrist that I saw at QMG back in February when I
simply thought I was going in for a new eyeglass prescription and instead she
told me I had narrow angle glaucoma. I
also explain this to Dr Sieck this past Monday when Shawn and I went in for
what we thought was a dang consultation and were told I’d be having eye surgery
that day. It’s what I do when hit in the
face with bad news these days, I laugh instead of cry. So, if you are
anything like me you know very little about glaucoma, so at the end of this
blog there will be some informative pictures, and links to give you more
information if you desire to learn more like I did. Shawn and I keep thinking
that at some point we are going to get a break, we are going to get a break and
can come up for air, we are going to be able to have a month, or hell maybe
even a week at some point with ZERO doctors’ appointments. Can you imagine
it? I sure can’t. Wow. I
know that I may sound pessimistic to some, and I honestly don’t mean to, I am
just trying to be honest, as honest as I can be, which is what I always attempt
to do in my blogs. When it comes to my
Chiari, I feel like we manage that condition itself quite well, but then you
throw all these dang comorbidities on top of it, and well it can just get
overwhelming at times. I do feel lucky
though, I always remind myself that I know other Chiarians, and other people in
general that have it so much worse that we do. That we are lucky, we have
doctors that so far have understood each individual condition and disease, and
that I have a good team of doctors that communicate well, that make sure I get
sent to specialists when need be, and that if it’s out of their own scope of
expertise, well they find a doctor they trust to send me too.
Case in point, my
local cardiologist, Dr E, that I LOVE, felt that he had done all he could do at
this point with my heart condition so he said the next point is a cardiac
ablation, the medication is no longer doing its job. Since he doesn’t personally do those, he sent
me to a doctor in St Louis at Wash U that he trusts, a Dr Cuculich. That doctor wanted to try another medication
first, so we tried it, it didn’t work, and in fact in Dr E’s opinion it made
things worse, so we are moving forward with the heart surgery. It’s now scheduled for June 1st. It could be moved up if Dr E has his way, but
for now, that’s when it’s scheduled. So,
what exactly is going to be done and why you might be asking yourself, hell I
know it’s what I’m still asking myself, and well, I KNOW what’s going to be
done. So, I do understand the confusion and the; excuse me, but didn’t you just
have surgery for xyz, and now you’re saying you need surgery for something
else? Believe me, it seems excessive
even to us, and if there was any way around it, we would have found it by now. So,
here is the basic definition or a cardiac ablation broken down for you; A Cardiac
Ablation is a procedure to scar or destroy tissue in your heart that is
allowing incorrect electrical signals to cause an abnormal heart rhythm. Diagnostic catheters are threaded into your
femoral arteries and through your blood vessels to your heart where they are
used to map your hearts electrical signals. Sounds kind of crazy I know, I am
not a real big fan of them cutting open my femoral artery to get to my heart,
but I much prefer that to a scar down the middle of my chest, at least I’ll be
able to hide scars in my groin area. Dr E initially thought I had just A-fib
which affects the electrical currents in the upper part of your heart, however
after going to see Dr Cuculich who is a Cardiac Electrophysiologist, we now
know that I instead have PVC, which unfortunately cannot be made better with
medication, and after years of trying, is getting worse and worse, and they’ve
decided that it’s time to move forward with the ablation. Blah. Yes blah, I have no other words for it at
this point. I know that we’ll get
through it, because well, that’s what we do, we get through each and every
health issue that is thrown at us, but it’d be really nice to catch a freaking
break at some point. Sometimes I think,
man there has to be a reason we get hit with so much, there has to be a lesson
in all of this, there has to be a point to all of this, and other times I think
nope, it’s just my crappy luck that I’ve always had. I look at my husband during those times
though, and I know I’m wrong, because no matter how bad I’m feeling, no matter
how bad things may seem, I did something in my life right to deserve this
amazing man. This man that advocates for
me as hard as I do for myself, and that calms my mind when it goes into
overdrive with worry about how we’re going to get my insurance to pay for
another medication let alone another surgery, and calms me when I get scared
that I could lose my health care. I
wonder if people think about the fact that this is a very real concern for us,
we are limited to what they will cover to begin with, and then with my growing
health issues, they keep trying to limit us even more. We are already paying out of pocket for
medications that a year ago, they would cover, and having to pay out of pocket
for pain medication that they would cover before and won’t cover now, simply
because I refuse to go on something stronger.
I’m sorry that I don’t want to go on morphine and hydrocodone and be
able to function even less in my daily life than I already can. Medical insurance never ceases to amaze me. Then to top it off, I was denied a second time
for my disability last year, and we’ve recently found out that it’ll be until
after summer before we even go before a judge for a hearing, although it has
FINALLY been assigned to a judge at least.
I honestly don’t understand how I am fighting my behind off just to get
a measly amount each month, when I’ve worked my butt off since I was old enough
to work, and then I know people that have been approved for carpal tunnel
syndrome. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not
faulting those people, or saying that they don’t deserve it, I’m simply saying
that our system is so beyond broken. I
know other people with multiple, I’m talking 10+ brain surgeries that cannot
get approved for disability either and it simply doesn’t make sense to me. I guess that is the government for you.
Anyway, I am sorry for all of
the ranting I have managed to do in this blog, I know it has been a lot, and I
am not even sure I got my entire point across, but hey it’s what I do. I guess my main point with all of this; lean
on your loved ones if you are chronically ill, lean on your spouse, significant
others, siblings, and family as a whole.
I would be lost without mine. I
know I might complain about my siblings sometimes, okay a lot for those that
know me, but I would be truly lost without them too. They are sounding boards when I just don’t
want to drive my husband any crazier, or when I know he just needs a day off
from hearing everything, or thinking about everything, or having to not only be
my husband but my caregiver. So, while
we are busy taking care of ourselves, make sure you are thinking of your
caregiver, and that you are doing whatever you can to take care of them too,
even if it’s giving in and watching something on TV that you might hate, but
they love, and it means you get to see them laugh and smile. Believe me, that alone is TOTALLY worth it.
So, in closing please don’t
forget that we are already in planning for this 2017’s Conquer Chiari Walk
Across America, Quincy Walk. We are
looking for sponsors and we are looking for donations for our raffle, and we
are looking to get as many people signed up for the walk as humanly
possible. I would LOVE to double last year’s
numbers. I know that is probably
unrealistic seeing as this will only be our second year doing the walk, but
hey, I can dream, can’t I? So along with
all the glaucoma and ablation crap below, you will find links to all of this year’s
walk info! Please share it out, get
involved, volunteer to organize with me, and heck, help get sponsors or
whatever you think you’ll be good at.
There is no single act too big or too small, remember that as you are thinking
of how to help.
Until next time folks! I promise to try and do better and keep this
thing better updated, at least monthly or semi-monthly at least. As I always say though, life happens, and
even the best laid plans go astray. I
hope you are all well, and as always, if you have ANY questions, ASK AWAY!!!!
Love to you all!!
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