Prompt: Six Sentence Story. In this day of micro-blogging – brevity is a skill worth honing. Can you tell a story and make it short and sweet? What can you say in six sentences? Check out some here: http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/

The meeting was just about over when I mentioned my recent panic attack. The therapist was taken aback and asked why I waited until the last minute to report such a serious issue. The conversation was riveting and it was easy for me forget the night that I didn’t sleep and played over in my mind each detail as if it were yesterday. In fact, I didn’t really want to talk about it as I feared more nightmares and reliving that long forgotten incident that happened over 30 years ago. So why did I open my big mouth? To be reassured that it was normal and there was a way to cope with it if it happened again. I left with the details I needed, satisfied.

Prompt: The First Time I… Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like? What did you learn from it?

The first time I gave birth gave me a natural high. My body was being used to give life. And it was my baby, the most beautiful baby in the world. I went in feeling so frightened. I hated hospitals and everything to do with them. The pain of labor scared me. The doctor wasn’t my regular doctor who I had been seeing throughout my pregnancy. And my husband at the time wasn’t being supportive.

Back then the rules of the hospital overpowered a woman’s wishes. I could only have one person in the room with me, no switching allowed. And I had to be moved to the delivery room for the actual birth. I was in heavy labor, but no one would believe me. My labor was moving too fast for them.

I remember telling the nurse to check the monitor for my contractions. She ignored me. I screamed for an epidural. No one listened. A new nurse came on duty and realized that I was having contractions every  5 minutes. I was shaking, cussing, and about to rip the IV out of my arm. I wanted my mommy.

She quickly called for an epidural. Told my husband to take a break and snuck my mother in the room. Soon after, I was calm and collected and there was no pain. Now I could focus on giving birth. Instead of fear, I felt pride – pride in my body for what it was accomplishing. When I finally held my daughter in my arms, the joy was overwhelming. She knew my voice. We cuddled and I didn’t want to let her go.

This was first time I felt unconditional love.

Prompt: 5 Challenges. 5 Small Victories. Make a list of the 5 most difficult parts of your health focus. Make another top 5 list for the little, good things (small victories) that keep you going.

Five Challenges of Being Chronically Ill

1. I can’t be there physically for my daughters like I want to be. Even though we’ve been to counseling as a family and individually, I still get twinges of guilt when I’m unable to attend a school function, or take care of my daughter when she’s sick.
2. Because of the multiple chronic illnesses and the side effects of the medications that I take, I’m unable to work. Before the diagnosis of Myasthenia Gravis, I had one full time job and two part time jobs. I love working! It was part of how I defined myself.
3. Not knowing if a simple cold will land me in the hospital. I fear sickness and can go overboard with the slightest inkling that I might have a virus or cold. My doctors would say otherwise. They would tell you that I’m noncompliant because I don’t call or make an appointment right away.
4. It’s awful having to take a lot of prescribed pills every day. I’m not really sure why this bothers me so much, but sometimes I get to the point where I purposely forget to take a bunch.
5. I miss a lot of things I could do before I got sick. Most of them are physical, like dancing (didn’t matter what I looked like dancing, I’d dance for hours), running, skipping, walking for a long time (indoors and outdoors), sitting in the sun (even with sunscreen on, that’s a no-no), going to the beach for the day (I can last a few hours sometimes if there’s shade and I can get in the water), and just picking up and going out. It’s harder for me to retain things that I learn. I’m scattered and forgetful.

Five Victories of Being Chronically Ill

1. My empathy has grown a great deal, even for strangers who are suffering or going through a difficult time. Having chronic pain, going through a difficult surgery and being sick so much has opened my heart to others.
2. I’ve learned the importance of listening and not giving advice. When others do that for me, it’s one of the best gifts I can get.
3. Forgiveness is easier. I don’t hold grudges like I used to. Life is too short. It’s easier to be on good terms with someone than to feel hatred towards them. I’d rather use my energy for positive things
4. I take better care of my health by eating healthy foods, by moving around as much as I can (my exercise is stretching and walking around the house), and by using relaxation and deep breathing. I want to live as long as I can and not get any other illnesses that can be prevented.
5. Saying I love you is simple and something I do every day. I want to be sure that my family and friends know how much they mean to me. I cherish them.

Image source for stone steps – http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1249882
Image source for winning runner – http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1241543

Prompt: Health tagline. Give yourself, your blog, your condition, or some aspect of your health a tagline. Make sure it’s catchy!

I’ve mentioned this before in other posts, so those of you who read my blog regularly won’t be surprised by the tagline I chose for myself….WBS – Weird Body Symptoms.

If it’s not in a medical book, or doesn’t fit with a disease, I get it. If it takes at least 3 medical tests to figure out what it is, I’ve had it. And if a doctor gets scared when I’m  coming into her office, it’s my kind of normal.

If I had any talent with drawing, WBS would look like a hunched over person, with warts, flaking skin and dripping sweat, holding a barf bag and sitting in a scooter. Total exaggeration, but that’s what’s needed in this situation.

Watch out for WBS! She’s on the move, coming to a city near you!

Prompt: Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc.) as you can. Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.

The nurse was preoccupied with beeping monitors, tangled IV tubings and deciphering labs. The unshaven husband was by the patient’s bedside. He’d sit down for a few minutes then suddenly feel the need to move around, to break free of his fear. Up out of his seat, he’d walk around the room, looking at the same framed picture of an idyllic lake scene, switching the TV channels and stretch his aching back. He would refrain  from asking the nurse when she expected his wife to wake up again, although that’s all he could think about.

Not the type to scare easily, he was startled when the noise of the commentator’s voice came on the TV that there was breaking news. “Now what?” he muttered under his breath. Shortly, the nurse came to look at what was going on.

A scene of New York City, with crowds of people in the streets appeared on the screen. It was easy to be afraid without a word being said. The sight was all too familiar. The voices from the TV blurted that there was an extensive blackout with no known cause. The husband finally spoke to the nurse in a questioning voice, “Terrorists. That’s all we need now.” She patted him on the arm. “We’re safe.”

A movement from the bed was heard. First an arm moved, and then the patient’s eyes were opening and shutting. The nurse spoke quietly, “You can keep your eyes closed if it’s more comfortable. Your husband is here and you’re doing just fine.”

“I can’t see! Why is it so dark?” More squirming and tugging on the IV, not intended to do harm, but there was a loss of understanding. Fear was overwhelming the patient. The husband caressed her face, told her the surgery was done. She was fine. Slowly the fidgeting ceased.

A few hours passed and the patient attempted to speak, but it sounded like she was drunk, all slurred and sloppy. The nurse explained that the anesthesia and the pain medicine were making it difficult to talk. The patient tried to open her eyes again and when she did, everything was a blur. She began to cry. It was just her and the nurse and no matter what the nurse said, she couldn’t stop crying.

The patient was thinking that she had this surgery to clear up her double vision, to help her keep her eyes open, to help make her speech clearer. And it didn’t work.

Side note: This is the story of the day I had my thymus removed in a surgery called a thymectomy. It is done to help reduce symptoms of Myasthenia Gravis. I did end up speaking much better and my droopy eye and double vision improved greatly. I spent about 10 days in the hospital. Full recovery took about 3 months.

Prompt: Health Mascot. Give yourself, your condition, or your health focus a mascot. Is it a real person? Fictional? Mythical being? Describe them. Bonus points if you provide a visual!

My choice for the mascot for Myasthenia Gravis is Hercules.

1. Weakness is one of the main symptoms in Myasthenia Gravis (MG). Hercules has amazing strength.
2. Those of us who have MG are often called snowflakes. Our symptoms vary a great deal. Hercules was both god and mortal – very unique.
3. It can take a long time to diagnose Myasthenia Gravis. Hercules didn’t learn about his strength until he was a man.
4. This disease does its best to do us in. Some of us have trachs, some have been in crises, and some of have trouble swallowing our food. Hercules’ mother tried to kill him, even when he was a baby, but he survived.
5. Those of us with MG feel left out. Our disease is often unknown, even to doctors. We may look alright, but our bodies are weak. Hercules lived with a mortal family, but didn’t feel that he fit in. He was too strong and hurt others, even his own family.
6. We have difficulties every day. Some can be as minor as our eyelid drooping, or our arms are too weak to brush our hair. Sometimes my head feels too heavy and I have to lean it back on my chair or lie down. We find ways to deal with what MG has given us. Hercules was given 12 tasks to complete (the 12 labors of Hercules) to gain his freedom. It took him 12 years to do, but he finished them.
7. Those of us with Myasthenia Gravis are stubborn. We are amazing, loving people who want to help others who are given the same diagnosis. We cry along with them and wipe away their tears. We rejoice when they are out of crisis and a treatment is working. Hercules was given the ultimate gift for work. He was made immortal and went to live with the gods when done with his life on earth.

Image source: http://disney-clipart.com/Hercules/

Prompt: Health Activist Choice Day 2! Write about whatever you like.

Have you had a doctor tell you, “I don’t know”? It’s refreshing to hear that, especially when he says that he’s going to continue to find an answer, a diagnosis and a treatment. I’d much rather hear that than be given some farfetched diagnosis that I and my doctor both know is ridiculous.

This happened to me recently and it’s happening more frequently. I understand that you need to fill in the blank on insurance paperwork for a diagnosis, but don’t give me some baloney story. It makes me feel like I’m too stupid to realize that you just don’t know.

My health issues are so complex and I’m always coming up with WBS – Weird Body Symptoms – that I wouldn’t blame any doctor who was bewildered with a pain that I’m complaining about, or nausea. With me and probably with others who have multiple chronic illnesses, it’s going to take time to separate one condition from another first. Then making the decision through tests, blood work, etc. will be needed to determine if it’s something entirely new.

Doctors, it’s OK to admit that you don’t have an answer. Be reassuring that you’re not giving up. Work with me and let’s get to work on getting a real diagnosis.

Prompt: The Things We Forget. Visit http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/ and make your own version of a short memo reminder. Where would you post it?

Health Notes to Remember to Share with the Public:

I’d post this on my car when I park in a handicap spot.

This needs to be in doctors’ offices and hospitals.

I wrote this quote years ago. I’d post it everywhere.

Health Notes to Remember for Myself: These can work as affirmations. I’d stick them on my bathroom mirror.

Share your notes with me so we can encourage each other.

Prompt: Health Madlib Poem. Go to: http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pl and fill in the parts of speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the Madlib or edit it to make it better.

I have no clue how to fix this. So here it is in all of it’s glory.

all in expensive

All in expensive went my muscle jumping
on a sleepy camera of helpless
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the talented calendar before.

sweaty be they than melted phone
the juicy charming calendar
the charming talented calendar .

shallow charming cake at a naughty nurse
the strong hotel before.

laptop at daughter went my muscle jumping
jumping the hinge down
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the nutty chicken before.

ancient be they than tense charming credit card
the cute naughty calendar
the creepy filthy n calendar .

shallow creepy skeleton at a helpless fish
the wide zoo before.

television at file went my muscle jumping
jumping the hospital down
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the wide store before.

puzzled be they than gentle book
the enthusiastic smooth calendar
the yummy prickly calendar .

shallow yummy water at the expensive hospital
the prickly pickle before.

All in expensive went my muscle jumping
on a sleepy camera of helpless
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
my pencil point shoot television before.

- Connie & e.e. cummings

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Prompt: Miracle Cure. Write a news-style article on a miracle cure. What’s the cure? How do you get the cure? Be sure to include a disclaimer 

TAMPA(AP) – The Mysathenia Gravis Foundation of America in cooperation with the Muscular Dystrophy Association and the The National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stroke announce a cure for Myasthenia Gravis, a chronic neuromuscular disease that causes muscles to tire and weaken easily. After the Phase 4 trial of a surgical procedure known as a thymectomy — removal of the thymus – along with Humira, a drug used to treat Rheumatoid Arthritis, 90% of the 150 patients have gone into remission and remained in remission for six months.

Neurologists are working with Thoracic Surgeons to formulate plans for thymectomies as patients will require this surgery before the new prescription can start. Hospital staff will be educated about the surgery, recovery and the disease. After this cure was announced, it was learned that many in the medical community need updated information about Myasthenia Gravis.

Muscular Dystrophy clinics are in the process of stocking up on Humira, as the initial injection must be done while under a doctor’s care. Some patients have had a serious reaction to this medication. Within the trial, one person went into anaphalytic shock, one had hives.  This is not unusual with any prescription. This brings relief to those diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis, approximately 20 out of 100000 individuals in the U.S. have been diagnosed with this disease.

Photograph of the patient showing right partial ptosis. The left lid shows compensatory pseudo lid retraction because of equal innervation of the levator palpabrae superioris (Herring's law). b. Post tensilon test: Note the improvement in ptosis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Disclaimer: Wouldn’t this be wonderful? Unfortunately, there  is no cure for Myasthenia Gravis. Humira is not a medication used to treat MG. If you want to learn more about MG, please take the time to read, “What is Myasthenia Gravis (MG)” from the Myasthenia Gravis Foundation of America. It is one of the best descriptions I have found.