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Return To Me: Reclaiming My Life

Reclaiming My Life

I created a post in October stating my excited for my return to blogging. I was so ready to get some order and routine back in my life. I had a plan for reclaiming my life but somewhere along the way, things went wrong.

As you may know, I suffer with chronic migraines on top of everything else. I had a neurologist that I loved but he decided to move elsewhere. I ended up seeing a temp neurologist for my regular 3 month checkup while they searched for a full time replacement. Previously we were using optic nerve blocks and trigger point injections in attempts to prevent migraines and/or knock down the frequency. Since I was still having migraines rather frequently, the temp neuro thought that I would be a perfect candidate for Botox so he got the ball rolling.

It took almost 6 months to get the Botox approved with my insurance and to schedule with a new neurologist. My appointment was finally set for November which was consequently within two weeks after my post about making a return to blogging. When my new neurologist walked into the exam room, I about fell off the table for two reasons. Reason #1: My new neurologist is actually my old neurologist whose practice I quit years ago because I felt like he never listened. Reason #2: The amount of needles I saw on the tray he was carrying was terrifying. My round of Botox included 31 injections. THIRTY-ONE. I wanted to pass out.

I got through the first 20-25 shots relatively well but after that I began to feel very sick and weak. My neurologist said that it was not uncommon and that I was actually one tough cookie considering I was able to stay strong as long as I did. The process was far from a walk in the park. I think that migraines and injections are going to be a forms of torture in one of the circles of hell (check out Dante’s Inferno). After what felt like eternity, the appointment came to a close and I was on my way home.

Shortly after that all hell broke loose.

The pain was excruciating and never ending. I have never experienced such intense migraine pain in all my life and it also felt like the migraine extended down my spinal cord. That same throbbing and pressure extended all the way down. It hurt to move. It hurt to lay down. Everything that I have used in the past to ease my migraines was no longer effective. There was no escaping the pain. I couldn’t sleep and there were moments where keeping myself breathing took all the energy I had.

I don’t know what the Botox set off but it was definitely the source as a lot of the side effects I had never encountered until I got the Botox. The neurologist didn’t want to acknowledge it initially but after we tried altering my other preventative medications and having an infusion, he figured it out. He said that it was likely that the Botox was too much for the muscles in the back of my head and neck which then caused the spinal migraines. He ordered a MRI for next week and prescribed me an anti-anxiety medication to see if it would help relax those muscles to decrease the pain which in turn would help me sleep and feel like an actual functioning individual.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was finally able to be the wife and mother I had been longing for. I had hope and dreams for what was become. My creativity and inspiration had returned and I made lists of things I wanted to achieve both in blogging and in my personal life. I finally felt like I was reclaiming my life again. I was finally going to be able to return to being me. I was finally going to be able to look into the mirror and recognize the person staring back at me. It felt so good.

Then just minutes ago as I was writing this post, I got call from my neurologist and he wants to stop the medication. Even though I was able to make a long list of all the positive changes it has allowed me to make, he thought it wasn’t worth risking the side effects. When the nurse called to deliver the news I cried on the phone with her and asked that she talk to him again and plead my case. I have worked hard with my pain specialist to wean off 80% of my pain medications and have stopped two others that were not nearly as effective for my fibromyalgia pain as the new medication.

I had all intentions for this post to have a happy ever after ending with balloons and confetti. I felt like I was finally reclaiming my life and couldn’t wait to tell you everything I had planned. I still have a lot of plans that I will definitely be sharing with but first, in order to continue reclaiming my life, my first order of business is to pick up my toolbox and go to work as my own advocate before that reflection in the mirror starts to fade.

I refuse to give up.

 

AWESOME UPDATELater in the afternoon after I published this post, I was able to have a conversation with my doctor – a real, honest, raw conversation – and he is extending my prescription at least until we get my MRI results back (he doesn’t think there is a tumor but is concerned about possible fluid buildup causing pressure). Once we have the results, we will sit down together and go over everything in detail and come up with a plan together on how to proceed! A major victory for the spoonie team! This is proof of important it is to become your own advocate. Make sure your voice is heard. Whatever it takes. Don’t worry about being annoying or inpatient. The nurse kept trying to end the conversation but I knew I had to finish and say what I needed to say. I wanted to be sure that everything was out on the table and in this case, it worked. Advocacy for the win! Now that hope is restored and I’m feeling like a chronic badass, I can’t wait to share what is in store for the future tomorrow!

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4 Things You Need In Your Advocacy Toolbox

When you get diagnosed with a chronic illness, the first thing you need to do is learn how to become your own best advocate. Actually, first, you need to allow yourself to take it all in. Get upset. Or angry. Cry. Throw something. Eat a banana split (or two).  Then, when you are ready, pull yourself together and decide that you need to be your own best advocate.

These are the things you need in your advocacy toolbox:

1. Research.

I’m not taking about straight up Dr. Google or even Dr. WebMD because they will have you convinced that you are dying of rare condition that will have you bleeding out of your eyeballs any second. Don’t get me wrong, the internet is a great place for research but be sure to check your sources. Read books. Keep up to date on the latest research. You can set up Google alerts to be notified if posts or articles containing your chosen keywords (such as endometriosis research or gastroparesis treatments) are published. Blow your doctors away. By arming yourself with this knowledge, you are able to take a more active role in deciding your treatment plan because you know what the options are. I had to learn the hard way. One of the biggest regrets of my life was choosing to take Lupron. I hadn’t been diagnosed with endometriosis long and hadn’t learned better yet and by taking that medication, my body has been damaged for life. Damage I could have avoided had I researched my options beforehand.

2. Build a dream team of doctors.

When I started getting sick and my PCP told me that she suspected I had a “female problem,” I got extremely lucky that a new ob/gyn had just moved to town and she was assigned my case. The average length of time it takes a woman to be diagnosed with endometriosis is 7 years. From the time that my pain became debilitating to the time she had my diagnosed was 3 months. I saw my PCP in July, had my first appointment with her in August which started all the testing, and I had surgery to confirm endometriosis in September. I got lucky. I got lucky not only because I was able to be diagnosed quick but I got lucky because she was an absolutely amazing doctor. I’ve been with her now almost 13 years and everyone else nows how amazing she is and you wait an eternity for an appointment. But she’s worth it.

I wasn’t always this lucky. I’ve had to make a few chances to the line up to create my dream time. The first rheumatologist I saw didn’t believe in fibromyalgia but diagnosed me anyways then drugged me to the point I could hardly remember my own name. The first neurologist I saw seemed to sleep through most of my appointments as he always asked questions on his way out that we had spend the previous 20 minutes discussing. The first gastroenterologist kept telling me to eat more yogurt even though I was suffering with undiagnosed Celiac disease.

If you don’t feel like you’re being heard or treatment progress isn’t being made, there is no shame in asking for another opinion. Heck, demand it. The two most important things for me personally that I want in a doctor on my dream team is 1) I feel that am truly heard and 2) I am an active participant in deciding my treatment plan. Bedside manner is important but not the most important like I thought in the beginning. Dr H (my endo dr) is the warmest, most compassionate doctor on the planet and she has held my hand and cried tears of pain with me over loss and surgeries and cried tears of joy with me over our adoption news. Dr P (my rheumatologist) is a gentle soul. Not overly personal but makes me feel like a person, not just a patient or file and readily makes me an active participant in deciding treatment. Dr B (my pain specialist) has the personality of a wet mop and honestly if he smiles in an appointment I have to wonder if he got lucky that morning but never once has he made me feel crazy or like a drug seeker. He has always validated my pain. I’ve got other doctors but this just shows that there isn’t a cookie cutter mold of what your dream team needs to look like. We would all love to have a McDreamy or McSteamy on our bench but what is important is that you feel like they are on your bench – your team – and take your case seriously.

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3. Don’t be afraid to speak up.

If you are in the emergency room and you don’t feel as though you are being heard, speak up. Ask to see someone else if you have to. Last year I went to the ER with an early small bowel obstruction. One of the hospitalists came at me with an NG tube. I explained my previous experience with the tube and that anatomically something prevented them from being able to insert the tube properly. The tube would just curl up in my sinus cavity versus descending downward. I was talking but I knew she wasn’t hearing me. She kept saying, “I’ll give you something to calm you down but we’re not skipping the NG tube because you are scared.” Finally, I just said stop and asked to see another doctor. When the other hospitalist came in, I explained the situation and she said no NG tube. Because there had been difficultly before, she wasn’t going to go in blindly and risk perforating something. If 24 hours of NPO didn’t clear the obstruction and an NG tube was necessary, she would consult a surgeon. The first hospitalist huffed out of the room NG tube in hand. The second just smiled at me and patted me on the arm as she walked out.

If you are in an appointment and have questions but the doctor seems rushed, speak up. Make them take time for your questions. It is their job. If they are pushing a certain treatment but you have concerns or reservations, speak up. If you are having a procedure done and are curious about what kind of equipment is used, speak up. If you had an amazing nurse during your hospital stay, speak up. Speak up about the good things and the bad things.

4. Have someone on board who can advocate on your behalf when you cannot advocate for yourself.

As important as it is for you to be a part of your treatment plans and on top of your research game with your illnesses, it is important that you have someone on your team that can call the shots on your behalf. They don’t need to be an expert in the field but they need to know about all your illnesses, your past history, and the medications you are taking. It would also be beneficial if they could go to an appointment or two so they can meet your doctors and get a better understanding of everything that is going on and get some of their questions answered. Also, it is also often very helpful for doctors to get an update on how a patient is doing from someone other than the patient. Sometimes we like to sugarcoat things or leave them out. Not that I would ever do that. Ever. It seems like an easy decision is you are married, have a SO, or are single and have a family member nearby that can help take on this role but if that is not the case, it may seem awkward to ask a friend to take on this type of role (I’m not talking life or death, power of attorney type stuff here) but it is extremely important.

My husband is an amazing advocate and so many times he has stood up and fought for my care when I could not fight on my own. I try to keep an updated list of medications in my phone but when the emergency happened in February, he just grabbed the bucket of medications from the bathroom shelf just trying to try to make sure the doctors had everything they needed. Unfortunately, this bucket contained not only my prescribed medications but basically medications for the whole family which confused the staff even more. This taught me a huge lesson on how I can do a better job of preparing my advocate to be able to do a better job of advocating in my place. These days our cell phones are like a second limb so try to keep an updated medication list, any allergies, a list of doctors you see regularly and their numbers, and a brief medical history (just the high points that emergency personnel may need such as surgeries, etc) and show your BAFF (best advocacy friend forever) where it is located in case of emergency.

 

There are my 4 items essential for any toolkit to be able to advocate for the best possible healthcare for yourself or for your loved one.

What you would add to the list?

 

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Game On: Taking Living Boldly to Heart

 

Living Boldly With Chronic Illness When The Going Gets Tough

If you don’t follow me on social media (which by the way – why aren’t you, hmmm?), I spent most of last night at the ER. I have been dealing with the “usual” – abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, etc. I had had an appointment at my endometriosis doctor, Dr H, and had felt so weak, nauseated, and in so much pain, she sent me straight to the ER. Of course, as you know, the doctor you get at the ER is the luck of the draw. You can get lucky (like I did at my last visit in November) but this time I wasn’t so lucky. I ended up with one of “those” doctors that automatically walked in with a chip on his shoulder. He was in the room no more than five minutes and never laying a hand on me and the only treatment I received was Benadryl (seriously?!). I did finally receive some Zofran after dry heaving for who knows how long and the fact that they could not get any blood from me because I was so dry until I had a liter of fluids in me. I have the massive bruises and poke marks to prove it. I know when your scans and your blood work comes back normal their hands are tied regardless of how hellish you feel so they have to send you on your way.

Needless to say, I was PISSED when I left. Not the most ladylike term but I was. Let’s not get into how angry my husband was.

There was good that came out of the whole ordeal.

I am tired of taking all of this laying down and waiting for some doctor to have a break through and find a way to not exact heal me, but find a way to at least make life more liveable.

Today, I am taking it into my own hands. I am taking my own advice to LIVE BOLDLY. For months it has sat as the tagline to my blog title. I am ready to make it more. I am ready to take the phrase: live boldly to heart. I am ready to grab the bull by the horns and get on this. I am FURIOUS in all sense of the word.

I was determined to get out of the house today. My husband and I finally bought a car (we have been a one car family for quite some time waiting on disability to finally roll through) and I am SO thrilled. Its not brand new or super fancy by the worlds standards but for me, it is absolutely perfect. Something I have always, always wanted was a moon roof and this has one! We were actually looking at other models on the lot and the salesman pointed out this one and after a false start on the test drive (we’ve never driven a car with a sports mode), we were sold and now its ours! YAY!

There is so much to be said for taking “Live Boldly” to heart. I am actually working with my favorite jewelry designer ever, Jenjer over at FJJ Creations, to come up with a necklace that says “Live Boldly” and I can’t wait to see what she has to come up with.

I am just so excited. I am full of energy (maybe not so good at almost 1am) but I am feel so revitalized, invigorated, and just ready to take on the world. There are some awesome things that can come out of being furious.

I hope you are are all ready to join me on this wild ride of living boldly with chronic illness that I am about to embark on! GAME ON!