Posts Tagged ‘Lyme Disease’

Hurricane Earl

by Eric Rutulante  •  September 2nd, 2010  •  1 Comment »  •  Eric's Blog

Okay, what does Hurricane Earl have to do with Lyme disease?  Nothing really, though I do wonder what the changes in the pressure as the storm approaches will do to those of us who are so weather-sensitive thanks to Lyme.  It rains and I can barely walk, wonder what will happen with the remnants of a hurricane?  (I say remnants because I live at least 100 miles inland, so the closest we ever get to the actual storm is a lot of rain and wind.)

But ask my friends, or any roommate I’ve ever had, and they will tell you I am fascinated by natural disasters.  You can bet I’ll spend a good portion of the next few days attached to the weather channel and TWC.com monitoring the progress of Hurricane Earl.

My other issue is that since it was time for a male name starting with E for this hurricane, I don’t see why we couldn’t have used Eric instead of Earl.  No offense to any Earl’s out there, but I like Eric much more than Earl.  And if Hurricane Eric was approaching the east coast, it would allow me with a lot more puns, jokes and comments to make about it.  But Earl?  I got nothing.

Okay, now that I’ve completely distracted you with talk of hurricanes let me get back to my original point of this post.

Support.  I’ve been thinking a lot today about support.  Not child support, not life support, but Lyme support.  It never ceases to amaze me how many new “Lymies” are joining our forces every day.  Having such a great online support system is quite amazing, but it also comes at a cost.  Eventually you find that everything you come across has to do with Lyme disease, and you reach a point where you want to NOT talk about it.  You want your life to not revolve around Lyme disease (even though it does).

I’m so grateful that the support I get from the online community is not just about Lyme.  I’ve received text messages from 14 people today.  6 of those people are from the Facebook Lyme community, and I’ve never met them.  The other 8 are people I know in person, and 5 of them have Lyme disease.  Out of the 14 messages I’ve had today, only one even mentioned Lyme disease.

My relationship with many of these “Lymies” has turned into something beyond just Lyme disease.  They’ve become *gasp* friends.  That doesn’t change the fact that the support of this disease is so abundant on Facebook, Twitter and other social media sites.  But it also points out that many of the people in our circle of “support” with time become more than just another name with Lyme disease.

I encourage you all to take full advantage of the support that is out there.  But like anything in life, use your brain and your instincts.  We are just as much a target for people marketing their “cure all’s” or miracle remedy as anyone else with or without an illness.  I don’t trust anyone just because they have Lyme, know someone with Lyme, or have some involvement with the disease.  I trust those that give me a reason to trust them.

So please, take advantage and use the wonderful resources that are out there for us, but also use your brain (which I understand can be hard when Lyme has a hold of it).  I don’t know where I’d be without the friendships I’ve made along this journey with Lyme, through the resources and support available.  Now some of those friends are the ones who make my life so complete in this hurricane of a disease (and I think hurricane is a very appropriate description of what Lyme is like).

And now we’re full circle back to hurricanes.  I’d write more but I gotta get back to the Weather Channel and see what what’s changed in the last 2 hours.

Hunger Pains or Lack There Of

by Ashley van Tol  •  September 2nd, 2010  •  5 Comments »  •  Ashley's Blog

I was very proud of myself for remembering to ask my Dr. about putting my pills on a schedule that revolved around two meals instead of three. This was going to make my life so much easier!

I’m really bad about eating. I rarely feel hungry and it is often 11:30am or even 1:00pm before I decide I had better eat. I typically have lunch, dinner and sometimes an evening snack. I still eat plenty and I’m even starting to put on weight again (a good thing in my case).

The doctor’s response was not what I had hoped for.

“Ashley, you can not skip breakfast.”

That wasn’t all…

“You need to eat something protein based every two hours.”

Holy Crap! I’m going to need a personal assistant to make sure I eat all those times!!!

My not being hungry is apparently a mini-malfunction with my system. My brain isn’t getting the message that I need to eat. This makes a lot of sense when I think about it. It is usually symptoms not hunger pains that tell me I need to put food in my belly.

The prospect of eating something every two hours is daunting. What am I going to eat? I can hardly figure that out now and I’m only eating twice a day! First breakfast and second breakfast don’t sound very appealing when you are use to skipping breakfast all together.

I wonder if my Chlorella counts? It says right on the bottle; Chlorella is a natural food. Serve for snacks, dissolve in water for drinks.

Can you imagine your friends reaction if instead of a bowl of nuts or M&Ms you put out a little dish of Chlorella! I don’t even want to think about the reaction to their insides, which presumably are not accustom to the likes of Chlorella.

I have a feeling Chlorella isn’t going to fly with my doctor either. I am going to have to adapt to yet another challenge. I know that it is for the better, even if right now it just seems like a major pain in the @ss.

The Facts of Life

by Ashley van Tol  •  August 30th, 2010  •  1 Comment »  •  Ashley's Blog

For a multitude of reasons being away from home is usually more trouble than it is worth. Going out to dinner or being invited to a friend’s for a meal often feels more of a chore than a treat. Traveling is never simple with fast food and gas stations as your main dining options it’s better to just bring your own.

Right now I am in the San Francisco Bay Area. I come here at least once a month to see my doctor who I love and keep trying to convince to move to Tahoe. He loves the outdoors and skiing. It would be perfect an my life would be so much easier!

Getting to the Bay Area is the first hassle. It’s about a four and a half hour drive. I often have to drive myself because my husband has to work two jobs to not even be able to keep us afloat, poor guy has worked 27 days in a row this month already. When I drive myself I always do fine for the first two or three hours. After that, honestly I shouldn’t be behind the wheel of a car. My cognitive function drops dramatically.

I arrive exhausted and typically get greeted by my 18 month old niece, who I love to pieces, but that means a nap is not an option for Auntie. My family loves me and they understand that I am sick. They do not understand my needs.

Luckily for me I didn’t have to drive myself down this month. Unluckily that means I don’t have a car. I greatly appreciate my grandparents letting me crash on the couch. Their generosity would is astounding, my sister and her daughter also currently live here, as does a cousin who just started at a local college.

So that is two senior citizens, a toddler, a single mother who works ridiculous hours, and a 6′3″ 300 pound teenage football player. The refrigerator is full, but trust me there is nothing for a Lymie to eat in there. I’m not even going to share with you what I have eaten today, you would be horrified!

I am glad I got the ride but it also means an extended stay in the house of chaos. Teenagers go to bed late and grandparents wake up early! I’m scared of dinner, although it can’t be much worse than lunch.

When I have my own car here at least I can go buy my own food. In my grandparents eyes I am still a child who does not know better. Trying to convince them that I don’t eat anything they have would seem as illogical to them as my trying to convince them the sky is green not blue. Facts are facts and according to them their food is fine and healthy for everyone.

Have I mentioned that I can’t drink the water here? There is so much chlorine in it sometimes I breakout in a rash from taking a shower! I gerenally don’t bother taking my pills when I am here either. There is no where to put them, everyone has questions and opinions about what I am taking or should be taking and why am I seeing that quack doctor? I should make an appointment to see their GP, she is wonderful. Right thanks for the advice.

I brush it all off, cast it aside and wish that my brother lived closer. Visiting him is exactly opposite. He loves when I come, I do all the shopping and cooking. He sleeps til 10am too!

On the plus side when I come here I get to see friends. Last night I went dinner with five other amazing women, all Lymies. It was wonderful and makes staying in the house of chaos totally worth it. I also will get to go to my favorite support group meeting tomorrow night and see most of these ladies again and even more friends. Grandma gave me frequent flyers miles to book flights to New York for my husband and I to attend the Turn the Corner Gala in November. I also have to admit that I love seeing my niece, it makes me feel very special that she screams her little head off whenever I leave the room.

I suddenly have this theme song running through my head so I changed the title of the post-

You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both and there you have
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life.

And that seems to fit the way I am currently feeling perfectly.

Momenaide

by Eric Rutulante  •  August 11th, 2010  •  5 Comments »  •  Eric's Blog

Today was a very big day in the life of any person who has Lyme disease if they are so lucky to find a Lyme Literate MD (LLMD), the very first appointment.  10 1/2 months ago was my first appt.  I read something my LLMD had written in a book that said how so many of his patients would just cry with relief when they finally saw him because for the first time they were being validated, their disease was real and it was something they could treat.  I was no different.  In fact I think I tend to cry in almost all my appointments with my LLMD.  Some days in relief or excitement, others in frustration and despair.

But today I was the one there for moral support as my Mom had her first appointment with her LLMD (who also happens to be mine).  What kills me is that she tested positive (by CDC standards) almost 2 months ago.  At least 2 of her Dr’s, including the one who ordered the test, have yet to even tell her she has Lyme disease.  (She knew enough to ask for copies of her test results.)  It’s frustrating that even this far in all the gains we have made in Lyme awareness and education, for some Dr’s it still doesn’t even warrant an attempt at addressing it.  If she were not an informed MOLE (Mother Of Lyme Enraged – I just made that up right now, not bad for 12:30am!) then she wouldn’t have known enough to get the test, or ask for the results.  She would have been just another one of us lost in a system that doesn’t pay the attention and respect to this disease that it deserves.

Luckily for her she didn’t go on with life thinking she was fine and was able to treat this proactively, instead of reactively like so many of us have been forced to do.

When I first went to my LLMD appointment I knew very little about the Dr, beyond referrals and info I’d found on the Internet.  I knew nobody who saw this Dr.  It was nervewracking for me, and as any of you who have seen an LLMD know, the costs quickly rise into the thousands before that first appointment ends.  I was blessed because that same day I met someone on a Lyme forum online who not only saw the same Dr as me, but lived pretty close.  10 1/2 months later and she’s a wonderful friend, support and companion on this crazy Lyme journey.

So I can only imagine how my Mom must have felt sitting in that waiting room almost a year ago for 3 1/2 hours wondering what was being done, said and determined while I was with the Dr.  I’m sure she questioned the cost, and what prognosis the Dr would have for me, after seeing me go downhill so rapidly it was hard for anyone to keep up with how sick I got so quickly.  I went from struggling with problems as the Lyme was worsening in my body to being completely debilitated by the disease in a matter of days.

A very wise and wonderful mother once gave me some advice when I eventually found myself a 37 year old man who had lost just about everything, ending up in my mother’s living room, at the mercy of my family to support me as I got the life saving treatment I desperately needed to get my life back, let alone live.  She said a mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child.  My mother exemplifies this statement.  So now I can only imagine what those 3 1/2 hours must been like for her.

For me, I felt anxious, nervous about the prognosis, concerned about the things he’d find or decide about her condition, worried that it would all be overwhelming to her during her 3 1/2 hours upstairs.  And I knew what she was going through, I knew she was in the care of one of the best people possible for Lyme, nothing in the visit was unchartered territory to me.  But yet I spent the 3 1/2 hours full of concern and anxiousness at the results of her visit.

It reinforced once again the notion that the families and loved ones of Lyme go through hell.  Yes, it can’t compare to what may physically be happening to those of us who are sick, but the mental toll on our loved ones is unrelenting.  As I am now a “family member of a Lymie” instead of just a “Lymie”, I can see even more clearly now what I already knew, that the suffering our illnesses causes to our loved ones is beyond understanding for those of us who are so focused on just being sick.

When all was said and done Mom survived her first LLMD appointment (without any tears…that I know of!)  One of my IV nurses came down after about 2 hours and let me know they were taking good care of her.  What she didn’t know was Mom was texting me from upstairs letting me know the same thing.

She’s beginning her journey of treatment now, but the good news is she’s going after the Lyme, instead of the Lyme coming after her.  Thanks to so many of you who sent prayers, good wishes, good karma, kind and healing thoughts her way today.

A year and half ago none of us knew what we were in for when that first Dr mentioned MS as a possible explanation of all my problems.  But here we are now, on the right track and in the exact places where we should be at this very time.  There’s purpose behind everything and this is nothing different.  We now join the ranks of hundreds and hundreds of other families who all battle Lyme at the same time.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings…

by Ashley van Tol  •  July 12th, 2010  •  2 Comments »  •  Family of Lyme, Fundraising for Lymies, Guest Authors

Shared with us by, Helen Raser.
Written by, Katie Johnston

Meet my beautiful friend Birdie…
One day soon we’ll take on the world again. Keep your head up, sister.

“I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings –
I know why the caged bird sings.”

(Please stay with me here and read this all the way through)

As you all know, I’m currently planning an event called “F U Lyme” at The Other Bar this Thursday, to help raise money for a lady by the name of Elizabeth Chalker. I had the privilege of hearing Elizabeth Chalker’s story from my dear friend and advisor, Helen Raser. What you need to know about Elizabeth is this: She’s 39 years old, was once an accomplished (PhD) Forensic and Sports Psychologist and athlete. Her passion was helping at risk youth and their families, often without payment. Currently, Elizabeth is dying from Late Stage Lyme Disease & Co-Infecions, as well as Lyme-induced Endometriosis, which have virtually taken over her body. Multiple organs and systems are shutting down. Due to medical ignorance surrounding Lyme disease, she has been suffering for over 20 years, debilitated the last 7 years. Without appropriate treatment she will die an agonizing death.

Elizabeth’s body is wracked with pain 24 hours a day – uncontrollable muscle twitches – daily migraines – seizures – convulsions – constant nausea and dizziness – extreme light and sound sensitivity – excruciating bone and organ pain – inability to sleep more than ½ hour at a time – inability to stand long without blacking out – And with virtually no family to help, she lives alone in a cold, dark apartment, in constant agony. Elizabeth’s only chance for the life saving treatment she desperately needs is in Washington State . But treatment will take years and hundreds of thousands of dollars.

In spite of this indescribable torture, Elizabeth has the most amazingly strong spirit and huge heart. She will help anyone who reaches out to her, though no one can help her. Her dream is to be able to dedicate her life to helping others and make a difference in the world. Helping Elizabeth would be like helping thousands. The world needs Elizabeth Chalker.

Although we’re throwing this bash in an attempt to raise money for Elizabeth, it’s also about raising awareness of Lyme. What you really need to know about it, is this: Lyme disease affects MILLIONS around the world, in every state, and on every continent. It is the fastest growing infectious disease, growing at a rate of over 39%, and is 10 times more prevalent than HIV / AIDS. It mimics, causes or contributes to more than 300 other disease and conditions and is frequently misdiagnosed as MS, Lupus, Parkinsons, ALS, Alzeimers, Arthritis, Rheumatoid Arthrits, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Psychiatric Disorders, even Cancer, and much more. It can affect every single organ and system in the body, thus causing neurological, cardiac, gastrointestinal, vision, hearing, psychiatric, and many other issues. Yet people are misdiagnosed every day and left to suffer mercilessly and even die.

The State Attorney General of Connecticut launched an investigation of the IDSA Lyme Panel and determined that their guidelines for diagnosing and treating lyme are FLAWED and that panel members had conflicts of interest (IE: ties to insurance companies, pharmaceutical companies, patents, etc). They were ordered to form a new panel and to re-do the guidelines. In the meantime, doctors are operating under those flawed guidelines, denying that Chronic or Late Stage Lyme even exist and that Lyme Disease is rare and easy to treat. And doctors who are willing to become educated and administer proper treatment risk losing their licenses and other penalties. Because of politics, greed and egos, millions of lives are being destroyed. One extremely important life in particular is being destroyed…

Now, onto why this event is so personal for me and back to the caged bird reference… Seven years ago, I met a boy that would change my life, as do most significant people one comes across in this great journey. John became my best friend and soon after, much more than that. He introduced me to a world I never knew existed, whilst also introducing me to one of the most incredible friends I’ll ever have. Life only affords you so many people in life who will actually reciprocate your love for them. Through John, I found an entire family willing to do just that, but more than that, I found my Birdie, the inspiration to all of this madness, to F U Lyme, to the reasons sometimes I find it hard to be empathetic to small problems, to the reasons I only allow myself to be down for only a bit, to the reasons I see the world sometimes with TWO sets of eyes, and to the reason I feel things with TWO hearts… because even though you’re not always able to be with me, Terd, I assure you that you are with me more than you’ll ever know. And while your physical body has not allowed you to experience the world like a 23 year old should, you’ve been with me in spirit on so many occasions.

Cue music, world. Meet Teri Danielle Raser. She’s the most beautiful friend I’ve ever had; has the voice of an angel, or of the Jenny Lewises in the world; the innocent laughter of a kid’s first reaction to the tea cup ride at Disney; a heart the size of Texas, scratch that, more like that of the size of all of Africa; dance moves better than Ashlee Simpson (inside joke); and a wit about her that even Rainn Wilson couldn’t contest on his Twitter page. Aside from all of these amazing attributes, the greatest thing about Teri is that she is exactly that friend every friend wants in life, the one who treats you like you want to be treated, the one that makes you a better person just by being in her presence. This is who she’s always been to me… ever since I met her on that sweet summer day 5 years ago.

Since then, Bird & I have shared clothes, gossip, deepest-darkest secrets, belly-aching laughter, beds, concerts – live & in the car, a room for a summer, and the best of times… but most recently, we’ve shared some of the worst. In February of 2007, Teri was struck with something we spent day in and day out chasing, trying to figure out, to understand, only to be misdiagnosed for months on end until finally determining that she, my very best friend, was suffering from Lyme Disease which has since proven to be the biggest battle she, her family, and her friends have had to fight yet. (Read more of her story from her brother’s eyes here: http://gospeedraser.com/2009/02/22/under-our-skin/ & http://gospeedraser.com/causes/).

For the last 3.5 years, Bird has endured treatments after treatment, IV therapy, medication post medication post medication, and days and nights on end spent lying in bed, unable some days to even walk down the stairs for family dinner. Her symptoms match closely to those of Elizabeth’s listed above. Too physically sick to stay on her own, Teri was forced to leave Miami mid-sophomore year, at the height of her college career, dominating UM’s best blog, working for a couture fashion designer, all the while owning the Miami social scene. And now her life consists of TV shows on DVR, a very cute and large mini-Shetland look-alike pup Ziggy & his big but smaller brother Hurley, adorable cousins Liv & Iz to brighten the day, occasional phone calls or texts from friends, daily visits from Eva/Chris/John/her parents,.. and finally Grandpa Joe sessions with me when time & her health allows.

The point of all of this story-telling is simply this: if you’re in the area, I’m asking you ever so kindly to show your face at this F U Lyme event this Thursday, July 15th from 7-10 PM at The Other Bar, to bring your $5 and if you have more to spare, please do so. (http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=142167449131064)

If you don’t live in the area, I’m asking you to donate. Contact me about how. Contact John. Contact Mrs. Helen. If you’re in the area and can’t make it OR if you’re not in the area and can’t donate, fine, fair enough. I understand. Just let this all soak in.

For 5 minutes, think about how fragile life is; how drastically it can change in the blink of an eye or in a matter of a night in Teri’s case; how no matter how bad you might think you have it, someone else probably has it worse; how the Government needs to recognize that Lyme Disease is an epidemic… that this isn’t just a story you heard and need to prove true through Snopes.com. This is real life. And for me, it’s personal. Really personal. So take your 5 minutes, and help me raise awareness, for Elizabeth Chalker, for Teri Raser, for all Lyme victims in the world… and for all of those people in their lives affected by it.

Bird, you once told me I was never allowed to leave your life. I promise you, on everything, I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. I’ll be here every day, every single day… until you can face the sunshine again. And I promise you the sun will shine again. Although I don’t understand why this happened nor do I like whatever purpose this all serves, if ever I believed someone had the strength to turn it all around, I would place bets on you. High bets, at that. And until then, I will happily grandpa joe it right beside you, making bucket lists the world will be envious of, crying when you feel compelled to do so, and laughing obnoxiously loud just when you need it.

Although your body might make you a caged bird, I hear your song and I know why you sing, and one day soon, you will find freedom again. Please know that but most of all, believe it. Believe it with all your heart, because I believe it with all of mine.