If you’ve been reading me for some time, you can finally open the champagne bottle. After I-don’t-even-know-how-many-months waiting, at last I’m starting a new medication. Tecfidera is here. It looks like this: Continue reading
The last time I really fell head over heels with someone I didn’t feel tired. Me, the one who was always tired and didn’t even know why, found energy where there was none, found ways to continuously pick herself up because body and mind were so light. Does love cure all? No, I don’t think so. But maybe the rush of chemicals released into our bloodstream when we’re in love have protective and anti-inflammatory effects (this is totally unscientific, please don’t quote me) and somehow help mitigate symptoms.
But that was a long time ago. That was before I was diagnosed. Continue reading
I mentioned in my previous post that I wouldn’t be reading non-fiction for a while. However, since I’m in between drugs at the moment and this book came out a little over a month ago, I thought the timing was perfect.
I haven’t been taking anything for MS since February, and right now what I’m going to take next remains a huge question mark. I started on Avonex when I was diagnosed but soon it became clear that interferons are a big no for me due to side effects. I moved to Copaxone but disease progression as seen on MRI made doctors consider other possibilities. Continue reading
On Wednesday I went to an appointment with a new MS specialist. I am far from pleased with the way my MS specialist has been dealing with my case in the hospital. I have been waiting for months to start new medication and no one tells me why it’s been taking so long. I had to be tested twice for the JC virus for no apparent reason. No one tells me what’s going on, like my case and my MS progression don’t matter at all. Continue reading
For me, 2015 is just getting started. I finally wrapped up college (it’s out of my hands now) and my year as administrator of the building I live in is over (good luck to the neighbor appointed for 2015). While I’m still waiting to change medication (I had a relapse in September, will only be starting Tysabri in March, thank you system for the wait, the suspense is killing me) I don’t think it makes sense to keep my life on hold. Continue reading
So, which came first? Depression or fatigue? Am I depressed because I’m always tired due to MS and can’t realize my potential, or am I tired because it is one of the symptoms of depression?
I barely remember what it’s like to not be tired. When I was 18 I had glandular fever for two weeks. The blood tests came back positive for the Epstein-Barr virus (which is suspected to be connected with MS) and for at least six months after the fever my antibody count remained high. That was the first time I experienced severe fatigue. I lost a lot of weight. I did recover, but I remember telling a friend a year or two later that I had never felt the same after that, like the fatigue mono brought with it had never left me.
On the other hand I thought fatigue was normal because I suffered from insomnia. I remember when I was 15, roughly a year after I experienced being depressed for the first time, waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to fall back to sleep. This pattern remains the same to date. If I wake up, either due to a nightmare, noise, light or even for no apparent reason, unless I’m medicated, I probably won’t sleep. This began at 15 and only at 28, after years of trying everything you can possibly imagine, I went to see a psychiatrist and started taking meds.
With those meds my sleep became sound. But around six months later I noticed that, even sleeping like a baby, I would still wake up tired. That was the first time it occurred to me that something could be really wrong. But I didn’t have to dwell on that thought for long because months later I was diagnosed with MS and told fatigue is one of the main symptoms of this condition.
So I’m confused. Depression can cause insomnia and fatigue. Insomnia obviously causes fatigue. MS causes fatigue. And fatigue, in turn, can cause depression. MS drugs can also cause depression. Antidepressants can leave you groggy and with no energy. All these intertwine. And as much as I try to trace back bits and pieces of my life in search for clues, memories fade – and are not so reliable.
I stopped taking fluoxetine this weekend and I immediately noticed a difference in my sleep, as it is lighter. But today I started taking my first prescribed drug for fatigue, amantadine. My MS specialist prescribed it a couple of years ago but I never tried it because I was taking so many meds at the time I worried about possible interactions. I hope I will be able in a few weeks time to tell what it feels like to not treat depression and treat fatigue instead. Will there be any difference?
In the meantime I will be spending January tying loose ends from 2014, including college (only a month to finish my final paper!) and the switch from Copaxone to Tysabri (how hard can it be? Apparently very hard for the NHS).
I wish you all a very good year, with good health on top of all. 🙂
I really don’t know what Prozac is doing, but I cried more times this week than in the entire year.
First, I went to the hospital on Monday, only to find out that I won’t start Tysabri until January. Since mid-September I know I need a more aggressive drug than Copaxone. That’s three and a half months waiting, worrying about possible side effects and living with that little anxiety that the unknown always seems to bring.
Tuesday I received a phone call. In August I had applied for the Believe and Achieve Project, a project created by the European MS Platform aiming to give employment opportunities to MSers under 35. The position they had in Portugal had everything to do with my project in college, so I applied. I didn’t think they would call me for an interview because they would probably pick other MSers who were unemployed, which is not my case, but they did, the interview went really really well and I hoped I would have a chance. But on Tuesday they called telling me that, while I was perfect for the job and they really liked me, they ended up choosing someone who, due to limitations, would probably never get a job anymore if they didn’t give him/her that opportunity.
Now I want to make things clear. I’m happy for the person who got the job because everyone deserves a chance regardless of their limitations. But I’m confused. I have rejection issues and I think I’ve always been rejected because I’m not good enough. This was the first time I was rejected because I was too good. Fear of rejection just got worse for me. And that sense of non belonging I’ve been living with all my life was highlighted once more. I don’t feel well enough for many things, but I’m too well for others. I’m in this limbo, disconnected. Where do I belong? Some people say that the more rejections the easier it gets. But it’s not getting easier for me. I just feel like not trying anymore. That’s probably what separates the depressed and the non-depressed. Helplessness.
Then the nightmares started. I dreamed doctors told me my mother only had a week to live and I didn’t even have a chance to think about what that meant because I mobilized all my energies into trying to make that week the most comfortable it could be for my mom. Then I dreamed that I was sitting on a wall and I suddenly lost consciousness for just a second. When I regained consciousness, I was falling. And finally I dreamed I found out some nasty secrets about this guy I fancy. It’s funny because every time I see him again after some time, I get bad dreams. Last month after I saw him I dreamed my father and stepmother were getting divorced. Today was about dirty secrets. Either case, they were dreams about loss.
There’s also a funny thing that happens when people like me. Officially I won’t be filling my new job position until next year, but I’ve been in training. I ended up getting along well with one of the people I’ve been working with. Today he left for three weeks away on vacation but he left me some books of his. And while it’s great to have new stories to read, I can’t help but to feel that it’s a burden when someone likes me and cares about me.
And you’re gonna have to pardon my French now, but I think I’m seriously
The first time I actually felt my survival instinct running in full mode was when I was diagnosed. While I was trying to keep my head above the water, get used to injections and side effects, and manage the overwhelming amount of info about multiple sclerosis I would have to become familiar with, I looked around me and everything seemed superficial, futile and vain. I knew I was being unfair, but people’s worries, problems and troubles irritated me. It all seemed pretty meaningless. I resented the fact that people were carefree enough to look for mindless entertainment. I was focusing all my energies in being well while everyone else was on Facebook talking about the latest random video or trend. Another funny thing that happened was that my creativity was gone for a while. I’m always full of ideas and there are constantly voices in my head playing parts in short stories that I sometimes like to write. Suddenly the voices were quiet. Imagination thrives in empty spaces, and there was no room inside my mind for anything other than MS and being fine.
Although at a much smaller scale, I’m getting hints of that feeling again. Right now I have to decide between a drug that might give me progressive multifocal leukoencephalopathy and another drug that might give me heart problems, knowing that both will shut down key functions of my immune system and thus I won’t be protected against infections and possibly tumors. At the same time people want me to engage in the usual office gossip of who’s backstabbing who, ask me if I’m counting the days until I see my infatuation again (who?) and expect me to remember about a concert or show I wanted to go to? I just feel like screaming.
Meanwhile, my mother has made clear that she isn’t happy about me taking any of those drugs. She didn’t need to tell me though, because two years ago we had the same discussion when I switched from Avonex to Copaxone. My mother has a cure for my multiple sclerosis: if I never leave my house again, only eat what she cooks and spend my time doing yoga, meditation and acupuncture, I won’t need anything else. She just forgets this isn’t very practical – or worth living for, for that matter.
So my survival instinct has been obsessively listing everything I’ve been doing for the past three years – and some of them for longer – to prove that I really can’t do more or better than I am already doing, and that this disease is simply unpredictable, random and not my fault. I have been:
- Eating the best I can. I have a varied Mediterranean diet, that includes a lot of fruits, vegetables, soup, nuts, and fatty fish. I started drinking 2 liters of water a day. Though I didn’t eliminate them completely, I cut down on dairy, gluten and meat, as I found I have more energy if I don’t eat as much. I never had a sweet tooth so I never ate much refined sugar. I don’t have pre cooked meals at home. When I eat out, I look for the best options. Yes, I occasionally have a pizza, but I don’t think it’s one occasion here or there that’s going to kill me.
- Exercising. The past ten years I did cardio fitness, yoga, pilates, contemporary dance and floor barre. This year, as I don’t have much time to enroll in activities due to having classes at night, I go running and I also do stretching exercises at home. They help me keep sane.
- Meditating. Although I don’t meditate as often and as regularly as I would like to, I notice I’ve been able to improve some of my cognitive functions. I’ve also been sleeping and resting better.
- Taking more breaks. This was something I didn’t use to do. I now take breaks during the workday, pick an evening every week to not do anything after work, say no more often and try to manage my vacation time in a more balanced way through the year.
- Taking my vitamin D supplements. Doctor tells me to take them, so I do.
- Seeing a psychiatrist regularly, and keeping my anxiety and depression as far away from me as possible with a little help from medication that prevents huge mood swings and insomnia.
- Doing psychotherapy and cognitive-behavioral therapy. Yes, I see two different therapists, but the work they’re doing complements each other. I credit both of them for believing in me and not letting me lose my mind all these years when relationships, responsibilities, work, disappointments and health issues just seemed too much.
- Looking for intellectual and social stimuli. Since my job keeps me in a bubble and doesn’t give me much room to grow, I have enrolled in courses and seminars that might interest me, meeting new and interesting people along the way.
- Trying to learn how to manage stress. This isn’t something you learn overnight, but I’ve been consciously paying more attention to the signs my body sends me and trying to worry less, take things less personally and put them in perspective. And also not be too hard on myself when I forget about this and get caught up by stress once again. I will get there slowly.
So, mom, am I missing something?
~Am I running out of resources?
Or am I just trying too hard?~
So the results of my MRI came in yesterday and, as suspected, things aren’t looking so good. In the two years since my last MRI I have six new lesions, older ones have grown, and there was the inflammation in my optic nerve. This means my neurologist wants me to change medication fast. A “therapeutic escalation,” she calls it. And, for once, I agree with her.
I’ve always resisted moving up to the second-line treatments because of their risks. My first experience with disease-modifying drugs was with Avonex, an interferon, and that was a nightmare. Even though the injections were weekly, the flu-like side effects were unbearable. I took Avonex for ten months and there was no paracetamol that could help prevent the fever and the horrible muscle soreness that came with it. But that wasn’t the worst. Blood tests revealed my liver enzymes were high, my thyroid was malfunctioning, and the MRIs showed the disease was progressing. So in November 2012 I changed to Copaxone.
At first I was worried about the skin reactions Copaxone is most famous for. I had seen pictures on the internet, and knowing how sensitive my skin is I never thought I would make it. But fortunately I got along with it well. Never had any major issues and even ended up getting used to the daily injections and carrying them around with me in ice pads when I went away. It was a nice relationship that I didn’t want to quit, but my MS is unfortunately stronger than Copaxone.
So now I have to consider my options. There are no more first-line therapies available, unless I’m willing to wait for Tecfidera. At the hospital they told me more six months before it becomes available, but I’m not sure I trust that estimate. Tecfidera was supposed to be approved in 2014 and now they’re pushing it to 2015. That leaves me with Tysabri and Gilenya. They’re both much more aggressive drugs. More efficient, for sure, but also with more risks and side effects. They’re also newer. While interferons and Copaxone have been around for almost 20 years, these two are much more recent, which means risks in the long run are not fully evaluated yet. Am I scared? Yes, I am, but maybe it’s time I start taking more risks. And not because I don’t feel fine. Right now I feel like I could train for the marathon, have a baby, start a family, write a thesis, go on adventures and marvelous vacations. But at the pace the disease is progressing, how am I going to be in ten years time? I have to consider that carefully instead of relying on how I am feeling in the present.
Luckily, people on Twitter have given me great feedback on both Tysabri and Gilenya. It feels encouraging to know that they are responding well to the therapies with no major problems. I have to hold on to that. I also hold on to the countless studies that are published every month about multiple sclerosis. There are a lot of avenues open to explore, from creating vaccines to the viruses that may be connected to the disease, to investigating the leaky gut syndrome, developing remyelination drugs, discovering mechanisms to switch off autoimmune conditions, plus all the buzz about stem cells… There is a lot going on and I believe the pieces of the puzzle will come together and it will all bear fruit sooner than later.
Meanwhile, my IV treatments are over and my symptoms improved, though I’m still not seeing totally clear. My neurologist said that it could still take around three weeks for the methylprednisolone to fully do its job. During these three weeks I will be thinking about Tysabri and Gilenya so we can discuss it further when I see her again in the beginning of October. I hope the side effects of the steroids will pass, as I’m feeling accelerated and having a hard time sleeping. My blood pressure is bungee jumping and my heart racing. This is all normal, but still annoying.
Now it’s time to put my life back on its tracks after this interruption. Today is college night and tomorrow I’ll go back to work. I’m hoping I can see my girl friends next weekend and talk about frivolous stuff and forget about diseases. I do have a lot swirling in my head. After something like this you can’t help evaluating your life all over again and wonder about the future, about your dreams, daydreams and objectives. Oh, and the conflicts. This relapse reminded me of what is wrong with some of my relationships and is giving me an opportunity to look at so many latent conflicts. But I will leave all that for another post. Right now I’m going to get some air.