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Being Slow in a Fast Moving World

Myasthenia Gravis (MG) has slowed me down. MG is an autoimmune neuromuscular disease that effects all of my muscles. The effected muscle groups fluctuate. The muscle weakness is made worse by use. Resting the muscles sometimes helps for a while.

I am moving into my fourth year of coping with this disease.  This is a chronic illness. There is no cure, but there are treatments.  I am grateful to say that I am benefiting from treatment.  During my first year with MG, I tugged an oxygen tank and needed a walker or wheel chair to get around.  I now usually need oxygen only during the night.  I swallow a handful of pills a few times per day (immunosuppressants & anticholinergics).  Every three weeks, I spend a day at the infusion center for IVIG treatment.

With this help, I am getting around better.  I move around independently.  I can often socialize for about two hours.  At the two hour point, my double vision becomes extreme.  I drop things.  My voice weakens.  I become very embarrassed of these symptoms.  But, the important thing is that I feel pretty normal during those first two hours.  During those times, I feel like the woman that I used to be.  I was a multi tasking professional.  I met deadlines and productivity expectations.  I was active , fun, and helpful.  I mention this because I think many of us mistakenly believe that active people do not get sick.  We do.

Now meet the slow me.  I repeatedly find myself in this scenario.  I stand at the curb of a street or parking lot, waiting for a long break in traffic  A car will stop and motion for me to cross.  I shake my head “no”.  They stubbornly stay there and continue to tell me to cross. This type of person often has a big grin on their face.  To me, this grin says,  “Look at what a nice person I think I am”.  If I give in and begin my slow trudge across the street, the driver’s grin becomes a frown.  I cannot move fast.   The driver begins waving their hand quickly in the direction that they want me to move.  This could all have been avoided if I could have simply crossed the street during a traffic break.  I am learning to ignore these yahoos that insist I cross, in spite of the nasty face that they might make.

My MG is now an invisible disease. I am currently not using a walker or oxygen when I am out. This does not mean that I am healthy or that I feel good.  I am learning a lot about human nature.  Many people like being in a caretaker role. These same people are less kind to those that they see as having equal abilities.  I have heard other MG patients talk about how misunderstood they felt when people said that they look  good. People with invisible diseases are often met with disapproval for needing handicapped parking. We are seen as sleepy when our eye muscles droop. We are seen as soft spoken when our vocal cords weaken.

I have found that a good place to spread my recuperation wings is the grocery store. I go there at odd times to avoid crowds. The supermarket is an exercise opportunity. I reestablish my leg strength.  I can lean on the cart as I do my laps in the aisles.  Again , people were quite patient with me when they saw my oxygen tank or walker.  Without those devices, I have become simply annoying.  I am smiling on the inside because I am happy to not need assistance.  However I am aware of heavy sighs and eye rolls from others when I am slow.  Sometimes this hurts and causes me to feel inferior.  On other days, I let it roll off and I carry on.  Recently I had an encounter where a man put his hands at my waist and moved me to the side. This man’s lack of boundaries was so insulting.

I enter the store feeling okay. However this is a condition in which muscles are weakened rather than strengthened by use. After a few aisles of moving items from the shelf to cart, I begin dropping things. Repetitive motion is bad for this disease.  By the middle of the store, my double vision increases.  Stores use lighting for marketing.  This distorts my vision more.  Common items feel unusually heavy. IMG_7849 (2)When I can maneuver these items, I feel very proud. When I cannot, I have learned to ask for help. I am blessed with my helpful husband, family and friends.

As I wrap up my shopping trip, I choose the longest slowest line, so that I will not hold up the fast lane folks. I am pleased that we are living in the debit card era. This saves me from dealing with money with my weakened hand muscles.

I am aware of the sighs and the “get the lead out” mumblings when I am in the way of an impatient person.  I am more aware of how grateful I am to be out and about.  Thanks to treatment, I am doing so much more than I could do during the first years of my MG experience. I do not know how long this improvement will be here. This is known as the snowflake disease.  I know what it means to be thankful for one day at a time..one moment at a time.  I write these articles with other myasthenia gravis victims in mind. I like to share what I find helpful.  By sharing, we can be there for one another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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MG & ME (SECTION FOUR, MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH MYASTHENIA GRAVIS, THE SNOWFLAKE DISEASE)

The first three sections of this Myasthenia Gravis article were based on facts and researched medical information.  This section is about me and my reactions to the losses caused by this disease.  I have been coping with MG for the past three years; actually many symptoms were here for a year before I actually collapsed.  I had been dealing with my symptoms with denial and rose colored glasses.  I insisted that I wasn’t feeling “that bad”.  Most of us tend to deal with big obstacles by using whatever coping tools have worked in the past. I tried forging through with a positive attitude.  I later learned that I was making myself sicker by pushing it with activity.  If you are an MG patient or if you are reading this with a patient in mind, your snowflake experience may be very different than mine, that is why MG is nicknamed the snow flake disease.  We are similar, yet different.

My eye muscles were the first muscles that I noticed weakening.  My eye problems began about four years ago. At that time, my eye difficulties were fleeting.  They would come and go. Sometimes it was hard to open my eyes.  One or both lids would droop (ptosis). I saw my long time family doctor about this.  There was no conclusive diagnosis or treatment at the time.  Double, triple, and overlapping vision (diplopia) began about four years ago.  It was also off and on.  At church, I would see several priests, crosses and statues. I would see several of the same characters and objects in movies. This began to happen in traffic, so I went to see my ophthalmologist. He examined me and referred me to a neuro opthalmologist. I am fortunate to live near an urban area with large medical centers because this is a rare specialty.  During my first appointment, I was fitted with stick on prisms.  These pieces of plastic clung to my glasses and immediately corrected by double vision. I was so thrilled and grateful to be able to see. fullsizerender-2 I went to work the next day rejoicing about my improved vision.  The neuro ophthalmologist assessed that my eyes were out of sinc. The left eye moved much more slowly than my right eye.  I had difficulty following his fingers.  This doctor ordered an MRI of my brain and a variety of blood tests. He was concerned about Myasthenia Gravis or a brain tumor. Test results were not conclusive. I did not freak out about the possibility of a serious diagnosis.  I remained in la la land and was thrilled with the benefits of my prisms.  I continued to use my cling on prisms until a few months ago because my eyes have changed so frequently and so drastically during this past four years. I kept my stick ons because I did not want to need new glasses every few months. My stick ons look goofy, but I really did not care. The improved vision out weighed my appearance. I now have glasses with ground in prisms. These glasses do not look unusual. Sometimes the prisms work. Sometimes they don’t. At times, I need to keep my left eye closed or covered. That’s the nature or being a snowflake.

As my vision decreased, I was also losing my stamina. I remember a specific day in my garden.  I could not use the muscles in my hands and I was terribly exhausted after fifteen minutes of weeding.  I used to love to spend entire days gardening.  I cried that day and said I was out of shape.

I had been in the same Zumba class with the same teacher and classmates, twice per week, for a few years.  I was unable to keep up.  I found myself slipping closer to a back corner of the gym.  I am someone who loved exercise. I used the elliptical machine or rode my bike daily. I live near beautiful path that I walked several times per week. I participated in lots of 5K fund raising walk/runs. One by one, these activities became more difficult. I replaced some of these workouts with easy exercise videos. I did not know yet that I was harming myself with exercise.  We live in a society that promotes exercise for everything.  Exercise is good for most conditions.  It is often not good for Myasthenia Gravis.  Exercise that weakens muscles exacerbates MG.  Sometimes the harmful antibodies rush toward the exerted muscles and attack.  I did not know yet that  I had MG. I kept trying to push my limits.  I had never been good at accepting limits.

I was simultaneously having cognitive problems. I was saying that I just wasn’t smart any more.  I am someone who has always loved to read. I was dealing with a problem that was very different than my vision difficulty.  I could see individual words, but I could not make sense out of sentences and paragraphs. This was frightening. I later learned, from my neurologist,  that this was due to low oxygen in my brain. I was unaware that I was having breathing and lung problems caused by MG.

I continued to go to work. After work. I would then collapse on my couch with my head tilted up to breathe. Sitting on the couch felt like I was running.  At work , I was very short of breath after walking a short distance.  I was embarrassed and tried to find places to be alone to catch my breath. I continued to call myself “out of shape”.  I made an appointment with my long time doctor.

My doctor’s appointment was scheduled.  I was at work when I picked up the phone and found that I could not speak.  My voice was a raspy whisper. I shrugged it off as laryngitis and decided that I was catching a cold.  Three years later, my voice is still a raspy whisper. When I kept my doctor’s appointment, I was sent for a chest x ray, chest ct scan, and a pulmonary function test. These tests showed severe lung impairment. I was also tested for the need for oxygen.  My saturation levels are very low.  I was prescribed oxygen.  I have an oxygen concentrator in my home and tanks  for when I go out.  This was three years ago.  I was recently retested and I am directed to continue my oxygen.fullsizerender-2

I began pulmonary rehab, which consisted of exercise machines.  I did quite well, but my oxygen levels dropped in response to activity.  My fellow rehabbers oxygen saturation went up, as it was supposed to. I was also prescribed additional pulmonary meds and treatments. Pills, nebulizers, and inhalers were part of my daily routine during that first year.  One by one, these lung treatments were eliminated as it became clear that my lung weakness was due to chest muscle weakness , rather than lung disease.

I continued to weaken.  A walker and wheelchair were needed. Needless to say, I could no longer work. At this point, I returned for an appointment with the neuro ophthalmologist. When he saw my breathing difficulty combined with double vision, he said that another assessment for Myasthenia Gravis was needed. I saw a neurologist who gave me a thorough neurological physical exam.  I felt that someone finally got it.  He connected all of these seemingly unrelated symptoms and said , “I think you have Myasthenia  Gravis”.  He directed me to stop the pulmonary rehab because the exercise was making me sicker. My breathing  difficulty was due to MG breathing muscle problems rather than lung disease. Of course, he needed more evidence than his exam. Brain and spinal MRI’s were completed, as well as more blood work. All of those tests were uncomfortable. The test that gave the absolute diagnosis of Myasthenia Gravis was the single fiber EMG.  It was a very painful and lengthy test.

I was sent to an ENT because of my difficulty speaking.  I saw him several times for testing. My vocal chords were fine. This confirmed that my difficulty speaking was caused by my breathing muscles being too weak to move my vocal chords.

Now that I had an absolute diagnosis, treatment began.  I was started on Mestinon, a common pill for this disease.  Over the months, my dosage increased. I felt an improvement of energy and strength. I now take a large dosage of Mestinon, four times per day.  A tolerance for Mestinon is diagnostic in itself.  If someone does not have MG, they will feel ill in response to the medicine. I soon felt almost normal for about one month. This crashed. All my muscles weakened. I could not grasp things. My legs lost their strength.  My breathing and vision worsened.  This lead to a ten day stay in ICU in the hospital.  I was told that I may need a respirator.  I was treated with with IVIg infusions.  By the 5th day, I was feeling stronger. On the tenth day, I was able to come home.fullsizerender-2

Until this point, I had strongly refused Prednisone, a steroid that is often used to treat MG. I did not want the side effects.  My stint in ICU had been so frightening that I followed my doctor’s advice and began prednisone. I started with small doses that were gradually increased.  One of my side effect fears happened: weight gain and fluid retention. I gained sixty pounds and developed the stereotypical moon face that happens with steroids. I needed the strength provided , in spite of these side effects.  For that last several months, my prednisone is being gradually reduced.  I now take no prednisone every other day.  The opposite day is a low dose.  I am eager to be free of steroids, but grateful for the strength this medicine has given me when I was unable to do things on my own.

Five months after my ICU hospitalization, I was sent to an MG specialist for a consultation.  He hospitalized me right away. This was a five day stay. This time my treatment was Plasmapheresis. An indwelling catheter was surgically placed in my clavical area. In this plasma exchange, my blood was removed, my harmful plasma was removed and replaced with artificial plasma.  This is an over simplified description, but it is basically what happened.  I was then started on a medicine called Imuran. I had a terrible reaction to Imuran that lasted for a week. This medicine was stopped.  I did not feel much benefit from Plasmapheresis.  I try to think that I would have been sicker without it. FullSizeRender (2)

Two more hospitalizations were needed for IVIg and IV steroids.  I am now on a new regime.  I am excited and hopeful.  Every three weeks, I go to an out patient infusion center for one day. It is a comfy room with a lounge chair and TV.  I have been there three times. The day of and the day after, I have felt ill. This has been due to my body being swarmed by the immune globulin of a thousand different donors. This has been followed by feeling pretty good for two weeks.  My voice has even been stronger.  At the end of the second week, I have started to fizzle out. By the time I have shown up for the next infusion, I have been weak and raspy. However each infusion has really helped.  If I continue to weaken at the two week point, My doctor will change my interval  to 2 1/2 weeks.  However, he says that each infusion will last a little longer.  The plan is for out patient IVIg to be ongoing.

My purpose in writing these articles has been to help anyone effected by Myasthenia Gravis.  This chapter has told the events of my journey with MG.  My next chapter will cover emotions.  I will share tips for making tasks easier. I will talk about mistakes that I have made and the lessons learned. Gratitude and hope  are also a part of this journey.  I’ll see you in Chapter Five.