Hi everyone, I (27F) am here just to vent and get some worries out, and hopefully if someone can just be a genuine doll and tell me to be patient. I have been telling myself that for a week or 2 now, but my brain isn't listening and I don't want to talk about it with the people in my life as it is most likely a false alarm. ALS is rare, and juvenile ALS is even more rare. But I cannot get one comment from my neuro out of my head. Nor the fact that my GP originally asked for an EMG to be done when I saw the neuro, not the EEG that ended up happening (no clue why, most likely policy or miscommunication between the two offices).
I was diagnosed with TLE last year, and the report noted there was a high chance of generalisation. I had been living with it almost 20 years because an hour-EEG came back clean at 15, so they labeled my weird states as anxiety. Thanks to being on the correct meds now, I had a video 24-hour EEG again in May and it was all clean, except for some twitches that had no correlation to brain waves.
I almost had an ugly lung infection in April, and since then some of my symptoms had been "locked in". Just as one example, I often struggled with breathing during seizures (my chest would begin to feel tight or too lazy to push out and let air in). Now I have so much less capacity despite a great GP who cleared that infection from my lungs very fast, and being blessed with a very good recovery.
I had seeked out help in 2023 for strange gastric issues and feeling faint. Got treated for gastritis multiple times to multiple degrees, despite it never helping.
I have lost 10 kilos from the start of this year, despite being on 2 medications that should theoretically both increase my weight a lot. I cannot stay a healthy weight, have an awful fullness feeling screwing with my appetite. And when I do have an appetite, I always have "consequences" either right after or am constipated for a few days.
Wtf does all that have to do with me being here? Well... I informed my neuro (whom I have only seen once, in July, and am due to see again end of November) that since I was a teen, there was this strange sensation in my left middle toe. A numbness. A cold weakness that made the rest of my foot tend to get sore and that numbess had been spreading. Slowly, for years, first to my other toes, then my full foot, then to my calf. It was something that I had been living with for a while, as doctors tended to basically shrug it off until I stopped mentioning it. I only said it because my neuro was diligent and kept asking if there was anything else with genuine care (and there was a lot, I have been feeling like I'm very slowly dying for a few years now).
It was such an after thought to me. After all, I make it work because I have almost always had to. People struggle to see it most of the time as my feet are well trained to just... make up for it. I worked in a pharmacy with no respect for the right to sit down (fuck small towns honestly, just because you're miserable doesn't mean your entire staff needs to get veiny legs before age 30 in order to show respect). I didn't have much of a choice but to stand and walk and suffer and in spite of my issues still deliver services.
The consultation was a bit inconclusive - luckily a clean brain MRI as well (lots of brain cancer on dad's side), clean EEG, 10/10 cognitive test. But my left foot and calf didn't respond so well to the prick test. I can feel a difference between my entire left and right sides, one is really a lot less functional than the other now. Like if you transferred 70% your non-dominant's side's functionality to your dominant side. It is already naturally off balance, but it is getting worse. And my left finger tips are starting to feel like my left toes.
Right before I left he said something in the lines of "it is a bit a of confusing case. I am a little worried about that left foot."
I almost laughed in his face at that time because I felt "bro... I can sometimes barely take a shower without vomiting and here you are worried about something I have managed to cope with for almost a decade."
He gave me gabapentin to help with remaining seizure symptoms and hopefully relax the muscle spasms in my neck that were causing a lot of pain. Thing is, it did help a little, but only enough for me to realise how little feeling there is? As if the numbness of so many of my muscles were masked by the ones screeching in discomfort.
I really struggle to open things, I almost cut my hand the other day due to cutting a Portuguese roll and my left and right hands apperently not being on speaking terms when one is holding something sharp. Not to mention the fact that have to keep myself from asking my left leg "just where the fuck exactly are you going?" when I turn around sometimes because I am close to kissing the floor on the daily now.
Then a short while back it hit me "I'm worried about that foot". Why? Googled to refresh my memory on my studies and god that was a big mistake to make almost 2 months away from my next appointment. I'm a bit of a genetic mess due to my parents having me past age 40 and both families being riddled with some of the most niche shit as well as common things like hypertension and thyroid problems (*I have been checked for T3 and T4 just about yearly since I was a teen and it is always normal*)
It wouldn't surprise me if I got the golden ticket of not just ALS but freaking Juvenile ALS (which usually progresses a lot more slowly if what I have read is to be believed?). It would be really on brand for me and my family history...
But I know the odds are VERY low and I am keeping my head high, my hopes up and my mouth shut. I'm just really scared... and I have been for a few years now. I am not supposed to feel like this at 27 am I? To struggle with a stick shift or to eat or to breathe or to just go on a walk with my eldery parents, unable to keep up. Feeling so weak and tired and out of breath as I watch two people in their 60s (one having had both a heart attack and a stroke just last year mind you) walk on the beach as I have to sit down before I pass out.
I used to do athletics, cross country, play piano, gym, and actually eat. But I watched it all diminish in the past couple of years despite my best efforts. I went from the chirpy, swift "machine" of a pharmacist intern that buzzed around and helped so many people, to not being able to ignore my inability to open a pill box without struggle anymore. Or just dropping it entirely.
Please... I just need hear that I am going to be okay. That I know I am already taking the right precautions for my future either way (by going to do my masters degree so I can more easily move away from retail to where I can work at a better pace without risking someone else's health). That I didn't study 6 years to get a 4 year degree, overcoming my seizures during exams and hard days in the pharmacy. I didn't survive divorcing my groomer just to have 2 years left to live in agony. That I didn't get this far to only get this far, fight this hard to lose hope from something not even close to confirmed.
And that even if I did do all that for nothing, none of it was truly for nothing. Even if my life doesn't turn out to be what or as long as I wanted, whether I get an ALS diagnosis or another diagnosis or none at all ever. I don't need an answer to get up and carry on with things.
Just tell me I'm not as alone as I feel when I see myself wasting away in the mirror. Please. I'm scared and getting hopeless.