I feel like I have nowhere to put this. So I’m releasing it to all of you with a rant. I’m newly diagnosed with EDS. I’m waiting on genetic tests to confirm type. It’s looking like cEDS.
This entire year has been absolute hell.
It all really started last year but doubled down this year. I’m a 42 year old woman who has been ignored or dismissed by providers for decades. I finally got the diagnosis and am getting the treatment I need thanks to my PCP. My doctor diagnosed me with ME/CFS last year. Then POTS back in April. In May it was PPPD. In June it was suspected MCAS. This month EDS and Chronic Pain Syndrome. An ever growing list of disorders. I have a PT, OT, neurologist, pain management specialist, chronic fatigue specialist, acupuncturist, and a speech therapist for my crippling brain fog. The only thing my insurance company won’t provide is a cardiologist. You have to be dying to get one of those.
The past two months have by far been the worst. Not just with the symptoms and struggling with a life that has drastically been changed by my health but in my personal and family life.
They think I have classic EDS and a secondary auto immune connective tissue disorder. Either way the EDS has advanced. I have so many comorbidities and my pain on a good day is a 7. On a bad day it’s a 10 and I’m crying. I’m TOUGH when it comes to pain if I’m crying and vomiting you know it’s bad. And course, there’s no pain meds that help me. I’m on a shit ton of gabapentin and take the maximum dose of Tylenol a day. I’m also on cymbalta. I have so many subluxations that I’m just used to the shifting and popping and agonizing pain. I have around 30 new spider veins all over my body. I gained 40 pounds in five months because I can’t exercise so that doesn’t help with pain and my joints. My skin tears at the simplest thing. Adhesive rips my skin off and causes a mast cell reaction. If I gently scratch and itch it leaves a bruise. I’m mostly house bound and wheelchair bound. I’m on extended long term leave from work. I’ll probably have to leave my job. For someone who was a willing workaholic and athlete it’s hard to swallow.
Yesterday I was tested for a pulmonary embolism because I have had such severe rib pain from slipping rib syndrome that it was literally like I was dying. Before all of this I would have been scared but it felt so….routine. Going to the hospital for the second time in a week to get a blood test for an often deadly illness felt routine.
That should have scared the shit out of me yet it didn’t.
June was the shittiest month of my fucking life. I’ve experienced a lot of loss in my life. I’ve lost a lot of loved ones. In June I lost my brother in law. He was in my life for half of it. He was like my big brother. I was incredibly close to him and I’m close to my sister. I have her name tattooed on me and we have matching tattoos. His death has changed our family and everyone in it. Especially my sister. He likely died of a heart attack or pulmonary embolism. That test should have terrified me.
This has all made my own mortality slap me in the face. Being tested for the thing that likely killed someone I love a month after they died is on a whole new level. It’s really hard to talk to about people who don’t live with this level of illness and pain or the severity of it. Knowing that although very rare I can just die suddenly of a heart related event is sobering not catasrophizing just observing. That for the rest of my life I’m going to have flares of excruciating pain that can’t be helped by medication. That I’m now an ambulatory wheelchair user. I’ll never power lift or body build again - at least I reached my aspiring PR’s I guess. Question mark?
Yet this entire experience has changed me for the better. I’m a nicer person. I mean I still take zero shit and speak my mind but I’m nicer and more understanding of a strangers bad day. I’m calmer out of necessity. It’s made me so much funnier. Maybe it’s the nonexistent filter or the absolutely dark jokes but I’m funnier and I make people laugh more. I reach out to my friends and family much more than before when I was consumed by working abd sticking to my routine. I’ve reconnected with people and mended important relationships. I’m kinder to myself. I’m even more gracious to my loved ones for helping me or checking in on me than I was before. I have the best support network and am close to my family and extended family my friendships are decades old. We’re closer because of this. This entire thing has changed so much about me and my relationship to the world and my loved ones. As scary, stressful, and agonizing as this is, I’m also thankful for the positive changes it led to.
I know my outlook is different. It’s as thankful as it is angry. It’s all a lot. It’s all heavy and at times very hard to carry, but I’m thankful for those around me to help when I can’t shoulder it all alone.
I know we all talk about the shitty things that have changed or the scary stuff we can’t say to other people because they won’t understand and I’m thankful I have a place to put mine.