Category Archives: Multiple Sclerosis

Catching my balance

I haven’t been blogging much lately, and I think it’s because I don’t think I have anything interesting *enough* to write about. But maybe that’s not for me to decide… maybe I just write what I want to write because it’s my blog (i.e. nobody is paying me to write it). How does that sound?

So here’s a snippet for today. This kind of thing happens to me on a regular basis; so regular that I usually forget about it each time and move on. I have MS, and with MS comes balance issues. Shortly after I was first diagnosed in 2009 a physical therapist caught me saying “I keep losing my balance” and he corrected me with this: “You caught your balance. You didn’t fall.” I thought this was a much more positive way to express what was happening, and I’ve used that phrase ever since. Now, sometimes I do actually lose my balance, and tumble to the floor, but that doesn’t happen nearly as often.

This morning I was heading to the living room with my cup of coffee and as I stepped into the room I decided to turn on the light, requiring me to reach ever so slightly to my left to flip the switch. That turned out to be too much movement on too short notice. My entire body started to wobble and sway and I could feel very quickly that I was about to go down. But just then I grabbed the wall with my left hand, held tight to the coffee in my right, and remained standing on my two feet!  I caught my balance (and only spilled a few drops of coffee)! Seriously, picture little ole me, casually walking along, stopping, turning to the left, then suddenly lurching side to side, forward and back, in a desperate attempt to stay vertical. I felt like I was dancing to ska music, but without all the legwork.

I found the whole thing to be quite comical, but since there was no one around to laugh with me, I am sharing it here with my readers 🙂 Have a beautiful day folks, and may you always keep your balance.

~WW

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!

MS buttkicking

Most days I feel like I’m kicking butt. Today was not one of those days. My butt got kicked. It wasn’t a super hot day, but it was humid, and I was working in the house without the air conditioning on. I let myself get overheated, and here it’s 9pm and I’m calling it a night. My feet are burning, my legs are twitchy and slow to respond, and my balance is shot. I fell once already today, but then again as I was walking down the hallway (thank goodness for walls). Most days I am able to forget I have MS. Then it creeps up and reminds me it’s still here.

Not to worry. A night of rest will serve me well, and I will keep moving forward. Because I may have MS, but MS will never have me.

Independence Day 2015

wpid-20150704_220508.jpgI had a weekend to remember. Yes, it was the Fourth of July, which has always been a favorite of mine, but this one was my best yet. The kids played, the husband caught up on yard work and relaxed, and I enjoyed being a part of it all.

Saturday we went up to “The Lake” with Grandpa, for dinner and fireworks. The Lake (which probably has a name, but I don’t know it) is actually man-made, with permanent campsites set up all around it. Grandpa’s friends have campers/cabins up there, so we go every year. It’s actually pretty cool. The people travel within the park by walking, biking, or driving golf carts. And you have to be 16 to drive a golf cart, but you are NOT required to have a driver’s license. I think. Anyway, golf carts don’t go very fast so they let me drive one! All the way around the lake! I was too nervous to do it alone so I had Mike riding shotgun, while the kids rode in the back. And it was wonderful. I haven’t driven in close to 2 years, and I really miss the independence of it, so this was a gift to me. To be in the driver’s seat, pushing the pedal, steering the wheel, with the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. In short, it made my day.

Actually, that’s not true. Although, if that’s all it was, it would have definitely made my day. But there’s more.

Natalie and I were at the camp playground, swinging on the swings, when Luke came running up to us and shouted, “They accepted it! They accepted our offer!” See, we had just put an offer on a new house and were still waiting to hear from the seller. Yup. We’re buying a new house, y’all. There are still some details to take care of, but my understanding is that it’s all normal stuff and shouldn’t cause any issues. We bought our current home from my mother-in-law, easy peasy, so this home buying process is new to us. However, we have been praying A LOT through every step of the way, and that has really made all the difference.

I’m excited about this house. We all are. It has a beautiful yard, with a deck, gazebo (great for shade!), a shed, and a firepit. The house is two-story, but the bedrooms and laundry are all on the same floor. If I have an MS relapse in the future and have trouble walking, there are bathrooms on every floor, so I’ll always be able to relieve myself. The stairs were definitely an issue we considered. We really thought hard and prayed about the stairs, because I do have MS, and there is always that possibility that one day my legs won’t work. But I really felt God telling me to trust Him, and not to make this decision out of fear. Mike agreed, so we went for it. The house is located in a fantastic school district, a great neighborhood, is still in the range of Spec-Tran (my ride service), and we discovered that some friends I used to volunteer with live just down the road! So I believe all of those positive attributes outweigh the “what-if” factor of my MS. This is going to be a good change for our family. A big change, but a good one.

Now we just need to sell the house we’re in, which will be another new adventure for us!

Trusting God’s Timing

Here’s what I love about God: He shows himself in the timing of things. I don’t even know if that’s Biblical, but it seems to happen for me. Maybe it’s just how He likes to communicate with us who are “type A” and live by their calendars. It certainly sends a clear message to me, that is for sure. April 13th, which was the day 2nd CI surgery was originally scheduled, means nothing to me. And when I was in that hospital bathroom to give them a second sample for testing, I was praying over that cup of pee. You can laugh at that – I did – but it’s true. I was praying that if the surgery was meant to be that day, that He would remove all infection from that cup. And with that prayer, I told God that either way, I was trusting in His timing, not mine.

Well, if you read my last post, you know what happened. It was not to be on April 13th. Much has transpired since that day, so let me try to break it down for you.

  1. The insurance approval was effective until May 10th, so the surgery was rescheduled for May 8th. My 1st CI was implanted on May 9th, 2014.
  2. My surgeon wants me to get another urinalysis done one week prior to the surgery.
  3. I have been taking Vitamin D supplements per my neurologist’s recommendation, and when I finish them I need to get new blood work. I take my last pill this week, which means I need to get the blood work done next week.
  4. My Tysabri infusions for MS are every 4 weeks, and my next one is due April 29th(next week).

What this means is that my infusion, blood work, and urinalysis, all have come due in the same week, the week prior to my 2nd CI surgery. A 2nd CI surgery that will come one year, almost to the day, after my 1st CI. And! All three procedures/tests can be done at the same building, which makes for seamless Spec-Tran ride scheduling.

All of these things, combined, make this Type-A girl’s heart happy, and assures me that God really is in control. Because I could not have planned it better myself.

Exodus 14:14 – “The Lord will fight for you. You need only to be still.”

MS Fatigue

It’s an interesting phenomenon, this MS fatigue. Lots of factors affect it, including sleep, hydration, and exercise. Sleep I can manage to get, hydration is easy to maintain (and also easy to forget), but the exercise is not always steady.

I have poor balance due to MS. I often bump into things, using the nearest piece of furniture or wall to “catch” my balance. I used to say I “lost” my balance until a physical therapist gave me that new term. You only lost it if you actually fell. Otherwise you can say you caught it!

Balance is a complicated issue, and many functions within the body affect it. If you’re interested in the details, you can read more here: “Causes of balance and walking problems“. One thing that really affects me is the leg weakness. So when I’m not exercising on a regular basis, my legs get weaker, and my balance suffers greatly.

I’ve said before that I walk my kids to the bus stop in the mornings. The sub zero temperatures here in Michigan prevented us from walking for several weeks. I am keenly aware of the effect this has on my body. My leg muscles weaken very quickly. Lots of leg muscles are used for walking (roughly 200), and walking requires balance – that is, if you care to stay upright – and so it takes more effort for me even to walk around the house. Hence, the fatigue.

It frustrates me that this can spiral down so quickly, but the upside is that I can also turn it around just as quickly. Using my cane helps in the interim, as it helps me maintain balance and thus requires less energy. However, after just a few days of walking to the bus stop and walking the dog around the block, my legs are moving much better already. That, and I can almost say I have ENERGY. Almost. Still, it’s a pleasant change from the days of fatigue. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Fatigue

Fatigue is hard to describe, but it is very, very real. I would say I struggle with it, but there isn’t much struggling going on. I just don’t have the energy. So, I live with it. I manage.

Thankfully, it’s not all the time. It comes and goes on a pretty regular basis, however. So I am always hopeful that it will go.

Here’ s what fatigue looks like here in my world: I wake up at 7 to help get the kids ready for school. On days when it is not below freezing outside (which hasn’t happened in a minute), I walk them to the bus stop. After the bus comes, I walk back home. I slide into my warm bed and let my mind race until I drift off to sleep. Because my mind doesn’t seem to reach the level of fatigue that my legs do.

I sleep for a good three or four hours, waking up slowly from some weird dream I won’t remember three minutes later. I lie there, willing myself to get up. When willing doesn’t work, my bladder is more convincing. I drink a lot of water.

See, my fatigue generally seems to be in my legs.  They just get feeling so heavy. It takes more effort than normal to move them around. I’ve had full-blown MS relapses where I couldn’t lift them at all, so this leg fatigue is sometimes worrisome. There is always the possibility that I will go there again. The nerves that control these legs are scarred, so they’ll never be right.

However, if I can get to where I need to be, and can sit there, I do fine. I can write, read, crochet, fold laundry even, all while sitting down. The only things I have a hard time with are mostly in the kitchen (dishes, cooking). I remember my grandma used to have a tall chair/stool type thing in her kitchen, and I always loved sitting on it as a kid. Maybe I can get one of those for my kitchen. Just something to allow me to sit up high enough to reach the counters comfortably.

Fatigue is when you wake up from a 4-hour nap and you are still tired. Fatigue is wondering who strapped lead bricks to your slippers. Fatigue is getting up from a nap and just wanting to go back to bed. Fatigue on days like these is asking, “Where is my motorized scooter?”

A glimpse at regaining independence

I received approval today to use the paratransit service, and I am beyond excited. The service provides people like myself with rides to pretty much anywhere in the city. All I have to do is schedule the pickup within 24 hours, pay the fare, and off I go! I can apparently schedule online, which I tried already for two of my upcoming appointments, and I’ll probably call tomorrow to confirm that I did it right.

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No more pulling my husband out of work for doctor’s appointments, dragging him and the kids out at dinner time for my support group meetings, and who knows what else? I can go on shopping trips, get groceries on my own (up to 8 plastic bags), even take the kids to the library or the museum on days off! Just dreaming of the possibilities is more excitement than I have had in a long time.

Be thankful for the independence you have, because it can be taken in a heartbeat. My optic nerves were damaged as they are in a matter of weeks. I used to enjoy taking trips, sometimes just driving for the fun of it. The second to last time I remember driving (and enjoying it) was when I went to the abbey for a weekend getaway with my sister in august 2013. Even then I should not have been driving. A week later I drove my kids to their first day of school, with one eye closed to reduce the cloud in my left eye’s  field of vision, scared out of my mind and feeling reckless and over the top stupid for putting my children’s lives at risk. And that was my last time driving.

So there goes my Nascar dream. Is there a competitive arena for bumper?

Okay I got off track, didn’t I? Here’s the lesson: be thankful for your independence, whatever form of it you have. It is a gift.

Three units short

I went to see the hematologist today.  He seemed pretty confident that my anemia is a result of many years of horrifically heavy periods. I’ll spare you the details,  but will say they must be cause for concern if they have led to permanent loss of red blood cells.  As I was educated today,  those are the ones you need for energy,  and I happen to be three units short.  A healthy person should have at least twelve,  and seven is real bad.  I have 8.7.

Of course,  I have been taking iron pills for a couple weeks now, so it’s possible that number has come up.  They took more blood today to see.  When I told the doctor I was taking the iron pills with my meals because they upset my stomach, he didn’t seem very optimistic.  He said it’s best to take them on an empty stomach so the body absorbs them before they are digested. I’m not real crazy about that,  but if that’s what it takes then I guess that’s what I’ll do.  Worst case scenario, I’ll have to get the iron via infusion, but I’m a regular at the infusion center so that doesn’t bother me.

I should hear back from the doctor with the test results and his recommendation for treatment within the next day or so. Beyond that,  I’ll see the hematologist next month for follow-up and more blood work. He wants me to see my gynecologist as well to see if we can get those monster periods under control. (Mom, don’t say hysterectomy.  I know it’s a possibility.)

I was remarking to Mike while we were waiting that I don’t think I would know what to do with myself if I were healthy.  It’s just become such a normal thing for me,  to be dealing with health issues. But – with God’s strength I am still here, still living, still thriving, and still finding joy in the simple things. Still Mindy.

Weekly update of sorts

I am in some super slow recovery type mode, so writing (book, blog, Facebook, journal) is not really happening. And that irritates me, but then I get irritated that I am so irritated. Vicious cycle. So today I am just going to bore you with this…

I had a rough walk to the bus stop this morning. I think the dog has gotten too big for me, and with her energy and drive, I can’t hold her back. She throws me off balance constantly. And with my balance issues, that’s a recipe for disaster. So I think we’re done with that program until she gets a little older and can be trained to behave better while walking. That is a thing with dog training, isn’t it?

So after the rough walk I put the pup back in her crate and went back to bed. The sleep probably helped, but I can’t tell. I’m still struggling with fatigue. However, I have managed to do the dishes and make dinner. Chili in the crockpot, and it smells delicious so far. Ground venison, onion, diced tomatoes, black beans, and chili powder. A simple recipe I don’t remember ever trying before, so I hope it turns out ok. We will have cheddar cheese, sour cream, and Fritos to top it off, so that can help with flavor. I thought about adding the can of spicy chili beans that has been in our cupboard forever, but the kids really don’t like spicy, and neither do I. We’ll see how the chili tastes in a couple hours, and I may still decide to add some.

I mailed an application today for the local public transportation service for disabled people. They drive the van right to your door and take you where you need to go. I’m excited about it. As my husband put it, it will give me a level of freedom back. I wouldn’t need to rely on him to take me grocery shopping, or to my umpteen doctor visits. It’s hard to describe how helpless it makes me feel, not being able to drive. I don’t miss the driving so much as I miss being able to go where I want to go. I am an introvert, so one of my favorite things is to go do things alone. Sit at the coffee shop and read or crochet, walk around a bookstore or mall just to browse the merchandise. But if you always need a driver, someone is always waiting for you, and that’s pressure I don’t handle so well. I HATE feeling rushed.

But this Spec-Tran, you plan each ride one-way, so no one is waiting. You tell them when you need a ride back, and they’ll send another driver. At least that’s my understanding. We’ll see how it actually works, but regardless there is no cause for guilt because this is their job, and they aren’t just doing it out of the kindness of their heart. Why is it that we feel guilt when someone does something for us out of the “kindness of their heart”? I mean, by definition they are doing it because they want to, not because they feel obligated. I know it’s not just me. But that still doesn’t make it rational or right.

Oh well. I declare that today is not a day for solving things. It’s a day for reflecting briefly and moving on! Coffee is waiting!

Add blood disease to the list…

I’ve been really tired lately. For the past couple of months, actually. I just kind of assumed it was circumstancial, or due to the m.s., or a combination of both. It would make sense. Fatigue and balance issues are par for the course with m.s., and we have the new puppy, and we’ve had lots of travelling and family events with the holiday.  So I had been telling myself that’s what it was, and it would ease up.

Only it wasn’t easing up, and I was starting to get very discouraged. I just couldn’t get back to that place of feeling like you have sufficient energy to move. And no amount of caffeine or sleeping seemed to help.

I went to see a new neurologist yesterday, and shared all of my concerns with her. She said I’m doing all the right things (though I am under orders to stop climbing on chairs) and I’m on the best m.s. treatment with my monthly Tysabri infusions. She ordered a gang of blood tests, since I hadn’t had one in quite some time.

She called this morning with some of my test results (while we were at the pediatrician with my son, who has been complaining of headaches and was up last night with headaches and vomiting. She was still waiting on further test results, but the one she was most concerned with was my vitamin b levels (or hemoglobin, or something). Whatever “they” are, they should be at 12. Mine are at 8, which means I am very anemic. Their words, not mine. The lucky thing is that my primary, who my neurologist was advising me to see regarding the anemia, is located on the second floor of the building my children’s pediatrician is in. So Mike called to see if they could see me right then and they were able to! So I left Mike with Luke and took the elevator to the 2nd floor. The primary doctor ordered more blood testing to get a better sense of what might be causing the anemia, prescribed some iron pills, and is setting me up to see a hematologist.

What FUN. After everything I went through last year with the trip to Mayo Clinic, hospital stays, plasmapheresis, etc., I was really hoping for some time off from doctors and testing. That’s clearly not happening.

I’m not exactly looking forward to more medical drama – not to mention the frustration and guilt I feel for needing my husband to take time off work to drive me everywhere – but I am somewhat relieved to learn that I wasn’t just making this up. I wasn’t just becoming a lazy person. There is a reason for this fatigue, and the headaches and dizzy spells. More importantly, there are solutions. Before today I didn’t know the first thing about anemia, but I know now that it is treatable, and depending on the cause, can sometimes even be reversed. That’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for multiple sclerosis. And compared to all of the mess I’ve been through with m.s. for the last 5 years, and the mess I go through daily with hearing loss, anemia looks like a walk in the park.

Now I just have to find the park!