When you are living with multiple chronic illnesses things can quickly spiral out of control.  Cruising along getting through the day to day and then suddenly you are veering off the road and into the dark unknown.

What started as a tiny pimple turned into a nightmare.  I got a cellulitis infection on my neck which triggered a chain of events leading to a devastating new diagnosis.  How did I get here alone in the dark and how do I get back on the road?

When the tiny “pimple” grew to half my neck in size in 72 hours time, my doctor told me he’d meet me in the ER.  When you are immunocompromized (as I am), you don’t take risks with infections.  I decided to have my caregiver Nathalie drive me an hour to the big city hospital where all my specialists are on the off chance they decided to admit me.  This turned out to be a wise move on my part as I they almost immediately decided to admit me for IV antibiotics.

But even as the infection started to clear over the next few days of IV vancomyocin, things started to go downhill.  A familiar yet mysterious pattern emerged reminiscent of my hospitalization in May.

I developed both blurry and double vision.  Then I started having severe weakness borderline on paralysis in my left leg.  Then my right leg.  That is where things had stopped in the past and in May, but this time the paralysis continued to ascend.  I could no longer control my bladder and had to be catheterized.  Then I began having trouble moving my arms.  Finally my breathing muscles were effected.

My doctors quickly moved me to the ICU.  Effectively paralyzed, I was intubated and put on a ventilator.  I received a high dose pulse of steroids to help calm down my immune system which was attacking my nerves, preventing me from breathing on my own.

After a week of having  a machine breathe for me.  I was able to breathe on my own again and was moved out of the ICU to a monitored floor.  But the mystery remained.  What had caused all this?

Well the answer came in the form of another infection – a kidney infection.  With the new infection the blurry/double vision and paralysis got worse again rather rapidly.  Turns out the antibiotic being used to treat the infection can make symptoms worse for people with a certain disease which matched many of  the symptoms I have.

So my neurologist decided to test it by giving me a medication called Mestinon which specifically helps weakness in people with this disease.  Sure enough within  a very short time of taking the medication I could move my legs again!  And when the medication wears off I go back to near paralysis.

And so last night my doctor officially diagnosed me with Myasthenia Gravis.  And here I am veared off the side of the road with this scary new diagnosis.  And unfortuantely this new diagnosis doesn’t replace any of my other diagnosises.  I still have Sjogren’s Syndrome, Autoimmune Pancreatitis, Autoimmune Hepatitis, Hashimoto’s Thyroidis, Fibromyalgia, and so on and so forth.  And I still have an undiagnosed neurological component – the autoimmune brain stem inflammation.

Here’s some information about Myasthenia Gravis from the Mayo Clinic site:

Myasthenia gravis (mi-uhs-THEE-ne-uh GRA-vis) is characterized by weakness and rapid fatigue of any of the muscles under your voluntary control. The cause of myasthenia gravis is a breakdown in the normal communication between nerves and muscles.

There is no cure for myasthenia gravis, but treatment can help relieve signs and symptoms — such as weakness of arm or leg muscles, double vision, drooping eyelids, and difficulties with speech, chewing, swallowing and breathing.

What I had was what’s called a Myasthenic Crisis where my breathing muscles became too weak to do their job.  Scary!  That is why I ended up on a ventilator in the ICU for a week.  Now it was all starting to make a frightening sort of sense.

I just got moved to a non-monitored floor, so I’m overall doing much better physically.  Though I have several tests scheduled for next week to determine where the disease process is at and if I still need a special kind of blood filtering called plasmapheresis to help me recover the rest of the way.  I also have to have a scan checked to see if I might need surgery as well.  That’s in the short term.  In the long term I still need to get off all the prednsione I’m on that has somewhat been keeping this disease at bay.  That means some harder core immunosuppressant medications or possibly chemo agents to suppress my immune system so it will stop attacking me.

But where does this all leave me emotionally?  Well its like I’ve veered off the road.  This diagnosis wasn’t on the route I was expecting to travel.  And I suddenly feel alone in the dark in a strange place and I don’t quite know where I am.  On one hand I am happy to finally have some answers.  On the other hand this is not a good diagnosis to have.  The idea of ending up back on a ventilator in the ICU every time this gets flared up terrifies me.

It’s tempting to just act the the scared little girl I feel like and curl up in the corner and have a good long cry.  But that won’t really get me anywhere but feeling more miserable and in just a bad situation.  So how do I get back on the road?

I think I will have that cry.  I need to vent some of the shear grief I’m experiencing at the news of this diagnosis.  I’m really really scared and I shouldn’t feel like I have to hide that or put on a happy face to please everyone.  I need some time to feel the weight of my diagnosis and experience the bad feelings associated with it without denying them or stuffing them down.  This doesn’t mean I will wallow in them either though.  But there is a time and place for a healthy dose of sadness.  In fact, I believe it’s perfectly possible to be deeply sad about something and still consider yourself a happy person.

So I’ve veered off the road and had my cry in the dark.  How do I get back?  Now more than ever I must turn to God and Christ to guide me back.  To provide me the strength and comfort I need.  With them I will never be alone in this.  I turn to them in prayer and in the study of scripture.  When people tell me how strong I am in all this, I really feel all that strength isn’t me at all, but my faith in Christ.  With the Holy Ghost as my constant companion  I can’t feel too afraid.  And I can’t feel alone.  The knowledge of Christ’s eternal love for me and knowledge of the pain I’m going through guides me back to the path so that I am no longer veered off the road in the dark.

Finally I have to have trust in myself that I can get through this.  I have found ways to adapt to every obstacle in my path thus far, and I will find ways to adjust to this too in time.  Yes right now I feel crushed, but I will not let this crush me.  I feel devastated, but this will not devastate my spirit.  But in the meantime, to be perfectly honest, there will be a lot of tears shed.  And I’m okay with that.  It’s all part of the process of getting back on the road again.

I have multiple autoimmune diseases that have made me really sick over the years.  But got a bad skin infection (cellulitis) last week and ended up in the hospital last Friday mostly because I have so many complications including being on a lot of immunosuppressants.  The infection is mostly better now thanks to strong IV antibiotics, but the whole ordeal has triggered my autoimmune brainstem inflammation which is giving me severe double vision and problems moving my left leg.  I am now getting really high doses of IV steroids to try and stop this.  We’ll see how it goes….  Healing thoughts and prayers are most most welcome!!!!  I love you all!  ♥

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There are two ways to look at everything.  Like dark and light.  Like black and white.  Positive or negative.  There are two ways to view every situation life throws your way.

People often ask me how I maintain such a positive attitude despite all I go through.  I tell them that first of all life is too short to spend being unhappy.  Besides… I have two choices.  I can be sick and miserable or I can be sick and happy.  The choice is mine.  And I chose to be sick and happy!

It’s a sort of double vision as I see it.  There are two ways to look at every situation.  And right now I literally am experiencing double vision.  I am also having extreme difficulty lifting and moving my left leg.

Yesterday I saw a neurologist here in the hospital.  (Yes I am STILL in the hospital – 21st consecutive day and 27th total day.)  And he thinks that one of two things is going on.  Either I have an ongoing chronic probably Autoimmune neurological disease causing this and my other neurological problems.  If this is the case it might be something like Multiple Sclerosis or something similar.  Otherwise I might have had a one time incident a few years ago when I couldn’t move either of my legs for a month that left me with permanent damage.  Either way the infections I’ve been fighting has been exacerbating my symptoms.

While we are trying to figure things out my neurologist gave me an eye patch so that my double vision is reduced by looking out of only one eye.  Now I can see more clearly.  And what I see is this…

I could curl up into a ball and cry about having another serious health problem – a health problem that is effecting not only my vision but my mobility and my cognitive abilities.  Or I can realize that I already have had this problem either way.  Now I’ll finally hopefully have a name to put to it and a way to treat it and make it better and easier to live with!

Looking like a pirate with my eye patch (ARRRRRR), I no longer have double vision.  My vision is clear (despite the fact that it is still a bit blurry even with my glasses).  So I can clearly see that I have a choice in how I view my situation.  And I chose to deal with it with strong faith that things with be okay somehow as long as I choose happiness every time!