Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year!

In some parts of the world, it's already 2007, but it'll be Old Year here for nearly 15 more hours.

Just like Christmas, a CFSer's New Year's celebration requires some adjustments from the norm.  My "party" involves just one good friend, not a houseful, and I'll spend most of the party lying on the couch. 

We will, every hour on the hour, switch over to CNN to celebrate with another time zone and, frankly, will probably celebrate for the last time with my parents in New York (which is 9 PM my time).

We have a variety of cheese and crackers, chips and guacamole, baby carrots and dip, and a lasagne.  Although I do have a small bottle of champagne in the fridge, which I got as a gift a couple years ago, more likely we'll be popping a bottle of sparkling apple juice at whatever time we decree it to be "midnight".

For New Year's Day dinner, there's already a pot roast in the crockpot (I find it takes 2 days for it to reach perfection). 

Thursday, December 28, 2006

And then the crash

Although I tried not to overdo for the holidays, I apparently miscalculated.  I woke up this morning and it was a good thing that I'd fallen asleep on the couch last night, because I needed to use the back of the couch to pull myself to a sitting position.  Not sure how I would've gotten up if I'd made it to the bed last night.

Getting to the kitchen for breakfast was a long, slow, shuffling ordeal.  My leg muscles were working no better than my trunk muscles.

Tried to read, but my eye muscles weren't working well enough to focus on the page and I had to give up.

On days like this, I'd love to have a muscle biopsy to prove there's something seriously wrong, but since I get no government assistance of any kind, I'm not sure how I'd pay for it.

I did manage to limp back to the kitchen to heat a can of soup for lunch, but I'm not sure I'll make it a third time for dinner.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Post-Christmas Shopping

When the rest of the county went to the mall looking for bargains and returning gifts, we went for groceries.  Smart & Final was pretty well deserted, which is why I figured it was safe to venture in there.

Got a package of hamburger, so I can make some casseroles, some chips and sparkling apple juice for New Year's, and did get some half-price Christmas candy.  :)

Our New Year's party tends to begin early -- when it's midnight in London.  Every hour on the hour, we toast again as CNN celebrates in another time zone.  More often than not, we celebrate with my parents in NY (which is 9 PM here) and call it a day.

Having been out for a short time this afternoon, I came home and collapsed on the couch, then fell asleep.  Woke up in such horrendous pain that I nearly passed out from it.  Hours later, I'm still considering whether I have it in me to get up and reheat some leftovers for dinner, or if "dinner" is going to be a package of peanut butter crackers that I keep near the couch for the nights that I can't make it as far as the kitchen. 

That's the reality of going shopping with CFS -- it takes a lot out of you and leaves you basically useless the rest of the day.

 

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas with CFS

Merry Christmas to all my readers!
 
Christmas with CFS means something very different from what most people experience.
 
With the immune dysfunction, I avoid crowds so I won't be sick for the holiday -- it's not uncommon for a simple case of flu to stick around for 3 weeks.  So, all the Christmas shopping has to be done early -- before the stores get crowded, and before flu season starts.  For the same reason, I can't go to church on Christmas -- other people will force themselves from their sickbed "because it's Christmas", and I wind up paying the price for their decision.
 
With the orthostatic intolerance, I can't be on my feet for hours baking cookies.  The only thing I bake is German Stollen.  It's a yeast dough, so you mix it up, and go lie down for 20 minutes while it rises.  You pay attention to it for a few minutes, and go lie down for 30 minutes while it rises again.  Although the process takes a total of 3 hours from start to finish, I'm only actually working on it for about 15 minutes.
 
I also can't spend a lot of time upright decorating the tree, or stand on a chair to put the tree topper on.  I'm down from a 7.5 foot tree to a four-footer.  This year, it has a whopping 12 ornaments on it, and someone else put the lights on.  In previous years, I've put the tree away fully-decorated, so that the following year it takes me all of 3 minutes to pull it out of the box and set it up.
 
I also don't have it in me to put together a big holiday dinner.  For many years already, a friend and I have gone out for Chinese food the night before, and I bring home a variety of appetizers to reheat throughout the day on Christmas.  That's the big celebratory dinner these days.  I don't even cook for myself on Christmas Day, much less for family and friends any more.
 
I have to skip neighborhood holiday parties because by 7 PM when the parties start, I'm horizontal and too exhausted to get myself there.
 
Yes, it's Christmas at my house, just like it is at yours, but my Christmas isn't just like yours.  My Christmas is spent mostly lying on the couch listening to music on the radio -- not cooking or socializing or travelling to visit relatives.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

It Sounds So Simple

It sounds so simple when people say it.  "Just do the housework yourself" or "just get a job".

But it's not that simple.  A few weeks after the one-year warranty ran out, my new dishwasher completely stopped functioning.  As in, the water doesn't get anywhere near the dishes; they don't even get damp.  OK, so you do the dishes by hand, no big deal.

Except it IS a big deal.  I was making a concerted effort to stand upright, not bent over, and nonetheless, after washing just a few dishes, I had back spasms.  I was nowhere near done, so I tried to ignore them.  After a few more dishes (hadn't even gotten to the pots yet!), the pain was threatening to make me pass out.  Back to the bed for the rest of the day till the spasms finally abated around midnight.

On several occasions over the past few years, I've attempted to do some volunteer office work.  Same thing.  After sitting upright in a chair for about an hour, the back spasms start, and if I try to tough it out, they get worse.  And that's if I don't get lightheaded first, from being upright. (Dr. Cheney, Dr. Lerner and Dr. Peckerman attribute this to a post-viral heart defect and recommend that CFS patients spend most of their time horizontal.)

If you know of a way to do housework or an office job lying down, let me know.  Otherwise, the simple suggestion of doing these things is something my body won't let me follow through on.

 

Friday, December 15, 2006

The Reality about Charity

Darcy writes: I don't know why they think everyone with a chronic illness gets all this positive attention from everyone. Most people have pretty much left me alone, not rushed to my aid.

This is another of the common misconceptions about CFS: that people are "enabling" us by providing money and help so that we can take to our beds, thus encouraging us to continue "the sick role" while we "avoid responsibility". Nothing could be further from the truth for most of us.

Certainly, there are those few who are independently wealthy who can hire a houseful of servants, but most of us don’t have that luxury. Spouses and children can’t be in 24-hour attendance; they have work or school, or may themselves have the CFS virus. And that assumes that you’re not one of the 3/4 of chronic illness patients whose spouse bails – then you have no money and no help.

One of the more tragic parts of the CFS story is the number of people who are told by the government that their friends and family should be responsible for taking care of them, but are told by friends and family that it’s the government’s job. So, they quietly fall between the cracks because they’re not well enough to waste energy being The Squeaky Wheel.

And even if you have energy, you run into bureaucracy. It took me 5 years to finally get Social Services out to evaluate me. They agreed that I needed household help, but unfortunately, the law says that if you’re under 65, you cannot get government-paid housekeeping services just on your doctor’s signature. You need a judge to declare you officially disabled. If you are able to earn a mere $850 a month, you’re considered "self-supporting" and don’t qualify for an official determination of disability, but that $850 won’t stretch to cover the barest essentials of life, much less niceties like a weekly cleaner.

Some disabled people are fortunate, in that the charity related to their disability has enough volunteers to send them help. Unfortunately, many disease charities have all to do to raise research money and don’t have volunteers to send you. You may be just as disabled as the gal down the street, but because you have "the wrong disease", you fall through the cracks and get no help, because the charity that provides her assistance only helps those with that specific disease.

There’s another myth that churches are glad to send volunteers. If you haven’t been a regular church-goer, forget it; they only help their own. And even if you have, it’s rare to get volunteers for the duration of a chronic illness. They’re good about sending help for a week or two after the birth of a baby or a surgery, but I personally don’t know anyone in any of my support groups who has gotten a commitment for years. A friend and I contacted a number of churches, and never received a response from any of them. Someone else suggested to me that the religious high schools have a community service requirement; told me to call Brother X and Sister Y and tell them that Mrs. Z had told me to call, because she was sure they would help if they knew I was referred by a student’s parent. Again, I left messages, but never received a response.

In my own case, I was always the instigator. If someone else was sick, I made sure they got cards and phone calls and visits. When I was the one who was sick, no one else picked up the slack, because it had always been "my job" to organize such things. I was too sick to do the work, and it was sort of ridiculous to send myself cards and phone myself! I phoned my friends regularly until I realized that it was entirely a one-sided effort: they never called back if I left a message and if I somehow managed to get them live, they were "too busy" to say more than Hi/Bye. The friends willing to talk longer are those who are themselves disabled, who know what it’s like to be abandoned by healthy friends when you can’t keep up.

Although it’s been suggested that my friends "no longer help me because I wore out their patience with constant demands", the fact is, none of my girlfriends did anything even at the beginning. Zero, zilch, nada. Apparently just inviting them to lunch was too much of a "selfish demand"!

Just as Darcy observes: "people have pretty much left me alone, not rushed to my aid." If I was too sick to come out and play, they weren’t going to change their plans to accommodate me. It has always been made clear to me that if I could get myself over to the far end of the county to watch Johnny’s game, I was welcome to join them; if I felt up to coming along to jet-ski for 6 hours straight, I was welcome to join them. But if I didn’t feel up to doing anything other than talking, they were "too busy" to squeeze that in. I had to accommodate them, not vice versa. They don’t call to chat, they don’t drop in with casseroles, they certainly don’t shove their husbands and children aside to do my housework.

I think the myth was started by people who needed to assuage their own guilt about not helping by convincing themselves that there were lots of other people helping already, so their help wasn’t utterly necessary.

Almost every female CFS patient I know does her own housework as best she can, because there’s no help available from any source. Ironically, studies have shown that the CFS patient who receives as little as one hour a week of household help has a better chance of recovery than one who must do all the chores herself.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Article in this morning's paper

This story is taken from Sacbee / News.

Tired all the time No tests can yet detect chronic fatigue syndrome, which is probably why the medical establishment took two decades to recognize it as a serious ailment. But its victims can vouch for being ... By Dorsey Griffith - Bee Medical Writer
Published 12:00 am PST Monday, December 11, 2006

The yuppie flu. A hypochondriac's excuse. A drain on the Social Security disability system.

Chronic fatigue syndrome has been called a lot of things the past 20 years. Mostly, it has been a stepchild of an illness, maligned or misdiagnosed by doctors, pooh-poohed by employers and neglected by drug makers.

That is beginning to change. The federal government last month launched its first awareness campaign about CFS. The cause is bolstered with new research and millions in additional funds dedicated toward finding a cause and possible cure.

"This isn't hooey," said Dr. William Reeves, chief of the chronic viral diseases branch at the federal Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. "This illness ... was thought to be a bunch of upper-class, yuppie, white women who were whiners. But there is a substantial body of solid, scientific literature accumulating."

Although symptoms can vary among CFS sufferers, their illness is typically marked by aches, fatigue, memory loss and confusion, and insomnia or unsatisfying sleep.

In the parking lot of a Mercy medical building after the annual CFS support group holiday potluck, the impact of the illness was evident. As members prepared to leave, one lay prostrate in her van sound asleep, trying to muster the energy for the drive home less than 10 miles away.

Although adrenaline fuels the spirit of the group on this occasion, members describe an illness that disrupts every aspect of their lives.

"A few days ago, I felt like I had a 100-pound anvil inside me," said Suzy Parker, a former ranch hand and horse trainer from Auburn now relying on disability benefits. "We miss the mingle of a work world. This party is the highlight of my social life."

"When I wake up, I feel like I've been running a marathon," added Jennifer Cox, 29, of West Sacramento. "I feel like Jacob Marley, like I've been carrying chains all my life."

Although researchers have not pinpointed a single cause for chronic fatigue syndrome, they know that at least 1 million Americans have the illness, and that it affects men, women and to some extent children -- regardless of race, ethnicity or economic status.

"Someone who has CFS is as disabled as someone with muscular sclerosis, someone with AIDS or end-stage renal disease," said Reeves, of the CDC. "The others will die from their diseases, but those with CFS are no less disabled."

No blood test or X-ray can detect chronic fatigue, but documented changes in the brain structure, immune system, central nervous system and genetic makeup of CFS patients provide potent clues for unraveling its mysteries.

Those afflicted with CFS are relieved to see that the medical establishment is beginning to believe that their suffering -- long thought to be imagined -- is real.

"We, as people who are at the bottom of the food chain, are at their mercy," said Roseville resident Mike Riley, who has CFS. "But it's probably the most seriously the federal government has ever taken the disease."

Health officials in the United States first took interest in the condition in 1985, after a cluster of people in Lake Tahoe's Incline Village came down with a mysterious illness that featured headaches, sore throats and prolonged fatigue.

Similar outbreaks were reported, including one in Raleigh, N.C., about the same time.

"The entire North Carolina symphony came down with a flu-like illness and several members never recovered from it," said Dr. Charles Lapp, who runs the Hunter Hopkins Center in Charlotte, a CFS clinic, and sits on the federal CFS advisory committee.

Although mononucleosis was suspected, research determined that the virus that causes mononucleosis, Epstein-Barr, was not the sole cause for the patients' long illnesses.

The CDC officially named the malady "chronic fatigue syndrome" in 1988. But the name would be little help to those affected, who continue to suffer in the absence of adequate medical care and lingering skepticism.

Frustrated by the general lack of empathy, people with chronic fatigue often resort to doing their own research on the Internet, and those desperate enough seek unproven therapies.

"I've been fired by doctors," said Arlene Rubb, a 58-year-old Rocklin woman who believes her illness was triggered by an aerobics class and made worse after a car accident in 1982. "We are too hard to treat. We don't fit in a box."

A former hiker who ran a group home and worked as a bookkeeper, Rubb is now disabled. She takes nine medications, including morphine for pain and a stimulant for energy during the day. She requires oxygen while she sleeps, which she does in a reclining chair in her living room.

Rubb has lost a lot of mobility and has limited stores of energy. She can barely walk the 50 yards between her home and mailbox. She gets exhausted just talking on the telephone; her neck muscles are so weak that her head hangs down, her chin resting on her chest.

She said she could not manage without the help of her husband of nearly 30 years, Rick Rubb, and others who shuttle her to doctor appointments and pharmacies.

"It's humiliating," she said of the debilitation which, over the years, dashed her dreams of a college education and weighed on her relationships with friends and family.

"I was always a very independent person, and I have reached the height of dependence."

Like most people with CFS, Rubb suffers mentally, too.

"I always had a good memory," she said. "I never had to study in school. Now, I won't drive at certain times. I get lost sometimes, right here in Rocklin."

Dr. Frederick Herman is a Granite Bay physician whose practice welcomed many CFS sufferers before a diving accident forced him to retire his license in early 2005. He said his own battle with fibromyalgia, a related illness, helped him understand patients such as Rubb.

"Physicians are always frustrated by illnesses they can't immediately cure," he said. "If you have an ear infection, an ingrown toenail or pneumonia, you can fix that and go on. You are never trained to just treat symptoms and be a comfort to the patient."

Part of the CDC's awareness campaign aims to change that, said Reeves, with the introduction of a CFS diagnostic tool kit and a push to get medical schools to teach the subject.

The federal government also can point to a growing body of scientific evidence to help sway physicians who still doubt the illness is real.

Dr. Anthony Komaroff, a professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School and longtime CFS researcher, cites, for example, some genetic abnormalities in people with CFS. He said he believes the illness requires a genetically vulnerable immune system which is then triggered by certain injuries or infectious agents.

"The immune system becomes engaged in a constant, months and yearslong low-grade war against this foreign infection," he said.

Reeves said the central nervous system -- the brain and spinal cord -- clearly plays a role in chronic fatigue syndrome. He said physical or emotional stress, commonly cited as a condition preceding CFS onset, activates a part of the nervous system involved in the immune system and body's use of energy.

"Do we have a rapidly increasing idea of the pathophysiology of CFS? Yes," he said. "Do we have something amenable to a curative treatment? I am hoping, but I don't have anything now."

For Arlene Rubb and others like her, that means the daily struggle will endure, and the necessary adjustments that make life bearable will continue.

"It has changed everything," she said, but as time goes by you learn how to accept it," she said. "It's the way it is."

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