Tomorrow is International M.E. Awareness Day.

Tomorrow is International M.E. Awareness Day. There are many events happening around the world, both online and in person. You can google your area to see if there is anything going on, but what I ask is something simple:

Please make an effort this month to talk about this disease. Look for opportunities to raise awareness. Don’t worry about being a “downer” or bringing up an awkward, depressing subject. Let people know that there is an illness that stops life in its tracks and has no approved drug treatments and very little funding for research. Explain that this has nothing to do with laziness, depression, tiredness or burn-out. Explain that there are test abnormalities, but doctors aren’t taught about the (possible/probable) etiologies of this disease so most do not recognise it and certainly don’t know what to test for or how to treat it. Make it known that patients languish in their homes ~ or, more likely, a family member’s home ~ are passed from dismissive specialist to thieving charlatan and back again, use up all their resources, and usually reach a point where they are trying to just survive because it is too exhausting to research treatments and search for medical help. Warn people that ME is often accompanied by crippling neurological issues, autonomic dysfunction, new allergies and multiple chemical sensitivity (MCS), postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS), chronic migraines, irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), fibromyalgia (FM), mast cell problems (MCAD), sleep dysfunction and, of course, the depression and anxiety that would be hard to avoid with a diagnosis like this. These are all debilitating conditions in their own right, so drawing awareness to them is just as valuable.

As with many awareness campaigns, ribbons are worn to show support – blue for ME/CFS, purple for FM, and green for MCS. What I like about this is, it might bring up the conversation. Most people recognise the pink ribbon representing breast cancer awareness or the yellow Livestrong wristband which supports cancer survivors, but perhaps you will encounter someone who asks, “What does the blue ribbon stand for?” And then you can launch into your educational lecture. 🙂

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A few things going on around the world:

Niagara Falls will be illuminated in blue tomorrow, May 12th, from 9:45-10:00pm EST to raise awareness to M.E. From 10:15-10:30pm EST the falls will be purple for fibromyalgia (FM) and from 11:00-11:15pm EST the falls will be green to draw attention to multiple chemical sensitivity (MCS). You can watch it on their live webcam. Or try: http://www.earthcam.com/canada/niagarafalls/

In London, there is the “All Fall Down for M.E.” protest outside the Houses of Parliament at the Old Palace Yard.

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In Victoria, Australia at Melbourne University, there is an ME/CFS Educational Fun Run.

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Bob Miller is skydiving to promote ME research in Lodi, California.

The Irish ME/CFS Association is hosting four talks by Dr. Ros Vallings from New Zealand next week.

There are  five screenings of Voices from the Shadows across three continents in May.

Read this article by Mark at Phoenix Rising to get all the details about these events and many more.

Finally, consider writing to your local paper to raise awareness. Read this post by the ME/CFS Self-help Guru for inspiration.

Thank you to everyone in my life that has talked about this baffling illness, raising awareness one person at a time. Thanks to my father for talking to his staff about this disease and to my mother for talking to her dog park friends about it and to Z. and E. for explaining my situation to other people I know and to my husband for constantly making excuses for my absence, trying to educate others on what is going on and raging at medical professionals’ and society’s ignorance, allowing me to be angry by proxy since I don’t have the energy for it.

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It’s Cinco de Mayo and I’m not stressed out.

The biggest day of the year for the restaurant company for which I used to work is Cinco de Mayo. When I was a server, it was a gruelling 12-hour, non-stop day during which I would take about 50 times the number of steps I do now in a 24-hour period. The restaurant was new, busy and understaffed. It was exhausting and exhilarating, great money and unforgettable camaraderie. When I was a general manager, it was more stressful and the tips were replaced by a sense of accomplishment. As a regional manager, the amount of work rivaled that of a new restaurant opening. I tried to be the conductor and the first violin at once, as well as the advertising, PR and marketing director. We planned for months in advance: budgets, entertainment, products, staffing… Once I was the COO, things were easier. I oversaw the managers’ work and didn’t have to be there late into the night. Today is the first May 5th since 2003 that I haven’t been focused on festivities and maximizing sales. Ten years. Although, I desperately miss working, I will celebrate this relaxing May Sunday as a silver lining to my situation.

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Try something different. Surrender.

After over a month it occurred to me that maybe just maybe this downturn has been caused by the break from my cpap. I guess, if I’m honest with myself, I didn’t quite believe my apnea was a problem. I sleep through my brain “waking up” 49 times an hour, but I don’t sleep through the cpap mask waking me up 20 times a night, so my subjective view of my sleep is that it is worse when I wear my cpap. What I know for sure is, my symptoms wax and wane in direct relation to how well I sleep. Although I know my ME/CFS was caused by viruses and the flu shot taking advantage of an extremely stressed and depleted body, I sometimes wonder, if I’d slept well my whole life and known about the apnea sooner, could I have avoided this illness?

When I went downhill in April, I reversed any changes I had made in the weeks before: I went back to Now Foods vitamin B2 and alpha lipoic acid, since I had recently changed brands. I stopped the Seriphos supplement, I stopped the Chinese herbs, I stopped driving anywhere, I stopped walking and doing stretches, I stopped taking baths since they raised my heart rate so much. But nothing has been working. I have to try something different. Since my health insurance is taking its sweet time approving my apnea dental device (shocker), it’s going to take well over a month to have it made. Verdict: back to the cpap. Keep your fingers crossed that this makes a difference.

My other plan is to surrender to this new low. Somebody on an ME/CFS forum recently said, “We may have lost everything in our lives, but WE HAVEN’T LOST OUR LIVES.” It stayed with me. I’ve spent 1.5 years fighting, investigating, grieving, pleading, hoping, wailing, warring… Again, time to try something different.

I’m sorry to throw quotes at you, but this, too, has stuck with me for weeks and it is my current inspiration:

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.  Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come up
Where you are.

You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.  Surrender.

~ Rumi

No Poster Girl: To Those Newly Diagnosed With ME/CFS: Four Things I Learned the Hard Way

I am reposting this blog entry from No Poster Girl because it is excellent and maybe it’ll reach someone who needs it and make a difference in their life.

Recently I realised that after becoming sick, I bought a Gazelle exercise glider and signed up for an extremely intense series of exercise classes at Pure Barre (I only went to one class and left in tears. It completely destroyed me. But I didn’t know what I was sick with at the time). I took to running up and down the steep stairs at work to “ward off blood clots and pulmonary embolisms” because I sat at my desk for such long hours. I thought perhaps I had ME/CFS, but didn’t know anything about it since doctors refuse to talk about it.

Come June of last year, I started meditating daily and I thought that took care of numbers 1 and 2 below… but it seems not enough. I was still active, going to the dog park, running errands, cooking ~ everything! I should have paid much more attention to #3 and I still don’t have an ME/CFS doctor (#4).

The one thing I will add for those newly diagnosed is be wary of the Hummingbird website (although it is a great source of information, it can be overwhelming and I think it really toppled me into a deep hole of fear. I’m still working on intercepting the doomsday thinking that now automatically comes to the forefront of my brain) and avoid typical medical sites that encourage exercise.

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I hit a nerve with my “Nothing” post about what I did (and mostly what I didn’t do) after I was diagnosed. And many of the reactions I heard from others touched on the number one, most important, know-this-if-nothing-else piece of advice I wish every doctor would give to every person diagnosed with ME/CFS.

Item #1: Stay inside your energy envelope.

Here are some of the ways that was said:

Nathalie“For me if I had known at the beginning what I had and didn’t over do it on good days I might be in a totally different place.”

Kathy D“After nearly 26 years, I still don’t know what to do except rest most of the time, pace myself very carefully, and take some vitamins.”

Debbie Anderson“If I had been told by my doctors that by pushing my limits, and burning the candle at both ends, would destroy my vascular and heart systems, I would have listened.”

Breathe Easy“I feel so strongly that if I had not tried to just push through and act as if the Dx was bogus, I would not be so bad off today.”

Falling ill with ME/CFS is a real down-the-rabbit hole experience. Suddenly, your body, which has always, up to that point, had enough energy to get you through the day, allowing you to do whatever needs doing, just – doesn’t. It’s as if you’ve always made a certain amount of money and all of a sudden you’ve taken a 50% pay cut. In order to maintain a positive balance in your bank account, you must start budgeting differently; your priorities have to change. Since you don’t have enough energy to spend on all the things you used to be able to get done, you have to start making choices.

Now, noting the need for pacing isn’t uncommon advice – but the problem is that it needs to get to the newly diagnosed quickly. People who develop ME/CFS don’t instinctively know that it’s absolutely imperative that they stay within their energy envelope. Why should they? It’s not something they’ve ever needed to do. Plus, it takes time to learn and to shift from that everything-is-normal state to the I-understand-my-limitations state. And oftentimes, it has to be done over and over again as the illness progresses.

Furthermore, our culture does not encourage healthy, well-adapted responses to illness. It rewards pushing through, and so that’s what the newly diagnosed mostly do. Even after you find out you have to stop doing it, it’s hard to turn away from. We think we have to push through; whatever needs doing is more important than giving our bodies time to rest, time to heal. But for people with ME/CFS, responding appropriately to the body’s tiredness is absolutely mandatory. If we don’t do so, we’ll get worse – at least temporarily, and sometimes permanently. Our energy allotment will go down, down, down – and we’ll have less and less energy to “spend.”

So, because of Item #1, Item #2: Rest.

If you suddenly find yourself inexplicably much more tired than you used to be, the way to stay within your energy envelope is to do less and rest more. And resting doesn’t require you to know for sure what is causing your tiredness – you don’t need a conclusive diagnosis in hand. You also don’t need blood tests, a prescription, to spend cash, or to buy equipment in order to do it.

Maybe that, too, sounds obvious – if you’re tired, you should rest, right? But the amount of rest needed in ME/CFS is a whole new ball game for most people. You have to make a real commitment to resting.

Because I’m talking serious rest. Enforced rest. Give yourself permission to rest. For several months at least, to see if it helps. Clear your schedule. Take FMLA. Quit your job. Shed responsibilities. Reduce the amount of stress in your life. Move in with family if you have them and you can. I know none of this is realistic – upending your life just to lie around and do nothing, and potentially drastically reduce your income? Sure, dealing with upending your life for months, maybe a year, is difficult, but dealing with upending your life permanently is worse.

It is a terrible injustice that this illness receives such a paltry amount of funding, and that because of that, there are not better treatments than simply respecting the limits created by the disease. But until we have those better treatments, resting first, and not when the disease forces you to, is what will give you the best chance at recovery.

Item #3: Where you are now is not necessarily where you are going to be.

When I fell ill, there was much less information on the web about ME/CFS than there is now. The two major things that I remember running across were Jodi Bassett’s A Hummingbird’s Guide to ME and Laura Hillenbrand’s essay “A Sudden Illness”, the latter of which was only a couple years old at that point. Reading “A Sudden Illness” was incredibly frightening. Hillenbrand described such awful events, and such terrible incapacity. I couldn’t imagine how she could endure it, and I was grateful that my case of CFS was not as severe as hers.

Well, it wasn’t then, but it eventually was – and even worse than what she describes, too. This illness is variable and changeable. Some people – the very lucky ones – get sick, are sick for a while, and get better or mostly better with minor limitations. Some people get sick to a degree, and pretty much stay at that level of illness from then on. Some people oscillate, getting worse and then better and then worse again. Some people get sick, then sicker, then even more sick.

So I would counsel the newly diagnosed to realize that a lot of things can happen – just because you’re not very sick now doesn’t mean you can’t possibly get worse, or just because you are very sick now doesn’t mean that’ll you’ll never improve. And a major part of the way not to end up very sick is – you guessed it, back to Item #2: Rest.

Item #4: You need a doctor with at least some ME/CFS expertise.

I didn’t think I needed an ME/CFS doctor, and I didn’t know how to find one, and when I did learn how to find one, they were all so far away that I didn’t think it was worth traveling to see one. And if I had had such a doctor, I might have been told Item #1 and Item #2, at a time when it could have done me more good than when I finally figured it out myself, and I might have heard about and started treatment sooner, and I might be in a better spot now.

Because I didn’t have an ME/CFS doctor in the early years of my illness, I was managed by my GP in a hands-off way. She didn’t know anything about treatment, or anything about ME/CFS specialists. And that’s not at all uncommon. ME/CFS is poorly understood by most medical practitioners. Don’t be a guinea pig, someone who is managed without knowledge, or someone who sticks with a doctor who tells you that you must be depressed, that you just need to exercise, or that your illness is all in your head because all the tests are negative.

An ME/CFS doctor who has seen a lot of the illness before you show up in his or her office will know the pitfalls that come along with not knowing what you’re doing in terms of dealing with this illness, and you’ll give yourself the best chance for a good outcome by being under the care of someone who can guide you along the way. You don’t necessarily need to go to one of the few super-specialists who only treat ME/CFS, but you at least need someone who “believes in” and is familiar with the illness. But I would say that if you can get to a super-specialist, do. (You can find ME/CFS doctors and specialists at the ME/CFS Wiki here.)

So those are my suggestions – the things I most wish someone had told me early on. And my story is the same as those quoted above. I did each one of these things wrong in turn.

  • I was a bit of a workaholic, and I had always gotten better after I’d gotten sick, so I didn’t think there was anything wrong with continuing to push myself, even though I was ill.
  • I took about a week off of work, and then went right back. And I kept showing up to work even though I was so tired that I had to put my head down on my desk for ten or fifteen minutes at a time, several times a day.
  • I thought my case was a mild one, so I didn’t treat it with the gravity it deserved. Well, I only had a mild case until I had a moderate case, and then a severe case, then a very severe case.
  • I didn’t have a doctor who knew anything about ME/CFS, and I had never met anyone else who had it, so nobody told me how vitally important it was for me to rest and stay within my energy envelope.

I, and many other ME/CFS patients, have had to learn all of these – and many other things about our illness – the hard way. It shouldn’t be that way. It’s not as if our illness is uncommon, and it’s not as if it’s unpredictable. Until we know how to prevent and how to actually cure it, having good information, starting from go, is the key to allowing patients to have the best chance at recovery.

Now for those of you who have ME/CFS, what do you wish you’d heard when you first fell ill, or what were you told that was most – or least – helpful?

I will rise. I will return.

Oh how cruel it is that when you really need to write, you can’t. I’ve been so very sick. Apologies to my friends and family for my neglect of correspondence and birthdays (everyone is born in April). Apologies to my husband for having to pick up even more slack while wading through thicker clouds of my fear. Apologies to my dogs who are not only getting no exercise, but who have been rejecting the recently beautiful spring days to lie indoors in the dark next to their ailing Momma. Yesterday, I took a blanket and pillow outside and lay on a dog bed in the garden so we could all get some fresh air. They danced excitedly about thinking I might actually be trying to walk my daily laps again (long ago they gave up their hopes that I might take them to an actual park ~ my putting on shoes now means I’m leaving them to go to a doctor appointment and they hardly raise an eyebrow) and then sulked with heads low when they saw I was inert, as usual.

I think I am worse overall than I have ever been. This is definitely the longest stretch of BAD I’ve ever had. By “sick” and by “bad” I mean unable to do even the little things and needing to stay in bed most of the time. I have been so dizzy and so shaky. I’m chilled, I’m exhausted, my muscles have retracted into hard, fibrous knots. I have the ever-present headache and sore throat and noise sensitivity. My sleep is dismal; I feel utterly tortured by the loss of quality repair time at night. My bed is a battleground: the covers too weighty, the mattress too hot, the pillow to low, the air too cold. I am at once completely unconscious and aware of my surroundings. I am so tired and groggy, but, while I’m dreaming, I am well aware that I am in my room having a dream and that it would be much better to be deeper asleep. But the worst thing about this last week is it has literally felt as if I may not have enough ATP to fuel my lungs, my heart, my brain. There is a point, whether I’m right or wrong, where it feels very obviously like my mitochondria don’t work ~ it is physical, as if I can feel the millions of engines in my organs sputtering and stalling. I’m giving gas, but they just wheeze and die. It feels like, if I read, I then may not be able to speak. Or, if I expend the energy to sit up, I may not be able to breathe. And suddenly the headache and the pain and the stiffness ~ none of it is important because, even if my heart keeps beating, my brain may just flatline.

Yesterday, I did something I’ve never done: I prayed out loud for help. I prayed for this to be taken away. I prayed to go back to where I was when I thought it was bad a year ago or for help for my husband or for us to win the lotto so we could stop this speeding train towards homelessness and poverty. You think I’m being melodramatic? I’m not. I don’t even know how to muster the energy to apply for disability or talk to the bank about our mortgage. A long phone call with the health insurance company (they show termination of coverage at the beginning of January for some reason) yesterday sent me to bed for 3 hours to “recover”. Contrary to how it may seem (I am acutely aware that I rarely gloss over the mental anguish caused by this disease), I really did think I would get better. I thought I would look back on this rough patch as a period of growth ~ a rototilling of the deep grooves and scar tissue of habitual thought and thoughtless action. I would be receptive and do the work and then this coffin-like chrysalis would metamorphose into a new stress-free career and I would feel blessed for my period of attrition. I am now worried that I may not ever work again and, one day soon, our savings will simply be gone.

The good news is, when I was able to get out of bed on Sunday and go about my (abbreviated) routine, I felt a flush of triumph like never before: I came through it. I am (carefully, slowly) walking and talking. You can’t take me down for long. I will rise. I will return.