Ring around the Rosies
A Pocket full of Posies
Ashes, Ashes
We All Fall Down
The other title I considered for this post is "London Bridge is Falling Down". I am going to keep this short (I hear the giggles as nothing I write ever ends up being short) because I am so very tired - physically, emotionally, spiritually.
To begin with, the diagnosis of Mitochondrial Disease that the neurologist was so certain about that he had me begin to receive services through the MDA turns out to be yet another wrong diagnosis. The DNA testing came back negative. I made the mistake of believing in a doctor, of believing in hope, of having faith in an answer. We are way back at the beginning of no one having any idea what this is. The neurologist from MDA wants me to be seen at the Mayo Clinic for evaluation, but I have no idea how financially that is possible given the cost of transportation, accommodations during the stay, etc. I am getting to, if not at, the breaking point where I just want to scream enough. Enough being a science experiment and a case study and a lab rat. Enough living my life in pursuit of something we may never find, in pursuit of a name that would most likely change nothing. Enough wasting precious time in this relentless cycle of testing and doctors and false hope and let down and more grief. Enough being defined by what is broken and time to start living and being defined by who I am and all the parts of me that work!
On top of that, last week I thought I had some sort of mild infection - mild to moderate fevers, extreme fatigue, muscle pain, headaches, etc. Instead it appears that the same cluster of symptoms that began this entire nightmare back in oct 2008 is making an encore appearance. I am constantly nauseous, struggling to drink enough fluids to stay hydrated, no appetite, gagging and choking on many foods (dysphagia), severe pain after eating, muscle pain and weakness, headaches, an effortfulness to breathing even though o2 sats are good. There is a good chance this is another episode of the dysautonomia or unnamed neurological disease that caused the loss of abilities 18 months ago, but to be sure testing is being done to rule out anything treatable. Right now I am eating better than I was at my worst but far worse than at my best. My main food groups are soggy cheerios, pudding, jello, super soft noodles, toddler ravioli, and soft bagle pieces. I gag on the last three but not enough to stop me from eating them.
I really want to write more, but it was a long, busy day and I need sleep. Thanks to whoever reads this garbled rambling - I appreciate you more than you know!
June 30, 2010 at 9:46 PM
Sleep well. Heart you. Barbara
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