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A Year of Milestones: 2015

Maybe we all need the blind to read to us, especially if they are reading to us about us. (K reading to Scarlet from a book made about Scarlet)
Maybe we all need the blind to read to us, especially if they are reading to us about us. (K reading to Scarlet from a book made about Scarlet)

I have a habit of looking back at the end of a year and taking a moment to think about what was important in the year. Often things which seemed huge at the time seem much smaller with the gentle lapping of time’s waves. Other events which seem trivial loom large as their occurrence warns of an incoming avalanche.

With that said, here are my most salient memories of 2015. I turned 40, and I realized I have had MS symptoms for 10 years. Now just having MS for 10 years doesn’t seem like that big of a deal ten years into it. However, early on when I was dealing with head aches bad enough to make me pull over to the side of the road to puke or could not hold on to a soup cup for long enough to pay for it, my ability to still maintain a full time job and help my wife raise three medically fragile children would have seemed foolishly optimistic. So here I sit at 40 years old and having had ten years with MS, and I am planning to run the Yellowstone half marathon in June. It is my way to “rage against the dying of the light.”

When I think of big events of 2015 for me and my family, the events list start with the adoption of K. She has been with us so long, the formal adoption was almost taken for granted. She has been family almost her entire life, and we take it for granted at this point. Of course that is a sign of the truth of the statement in fact as well as in law that she is family.

For other family events, it is hard to come up with one bigger than the summer family reunion in Arkansas. For me, it is still amazing to see the family bonds strong enough to pull more than 75 people together from all over the world every five years. It feels like living in a story from the fifties because I don’t see or know of many of my friends still having big family reunions. It’s an invitation to be accepted into a family group larger than our nuclear family and close friends. For our kids, how great is it to get to know they are connected to so many people of different cultures who approach things differently? Still better, the family reunion was followed by a week with just uncles, aunts. grandparents and cousins. So their personal net of connections got cast out wide and then pulled back just a little to deepen the ties a bit closer on the family tree. The whole trip was a fascinating time to renew friendships and definitely one of my favorite highlights of the year.

Continuing on the family side, I was also lucky enough to chaperone each of my two oldest on their respective scout camping trips. It may seem silly to rate nights spent laying on the cold ground as highlights, but I enjoyed the time bonding with my kids and watching their interactions with their peers. I figure I am not that far away from a time when my kids will grow apart from me and not want me hanging around. After all, the “cool” dad role has a definite expiration date. So for the time being, I will enjoy the chance to tell stories around the camp fire and laugh as other kids are now old enough to know some of the myths I draw from to craft my stories.

Happy moment of found family 2015
Happy moment of found family 2015

On my work front, 2015 was rewarding, informative and depressing all at once. The project I manage lost 6 of it’s 4 employees during the most hectic part of the schedule before publication. No that is not a misprint or a mistake. We lost the replacements of 2 of the spots as well. When we published in September, there was another project manager and I along with two employees who began April 1st and 2nd. When I say rewarding, it is because we accomplished what most outside our group said could not be done for months leading up to publication. I was lucky to get good employees who quickly grasped what I was trying to teach and then were able to move forward. The depressing part was being given a rating of barely passable performance by new management who never understood what was involved in meeting our publication dates. So they praised us in public for accomplishing what most thought could not be done, and then in private they rated us as low as they could without having to justify the ratings. As a kicker, the other project manager was removed from our area in the weeks following publication. The upside is the rating has reenforced in my mind the need for cultivating an ability to appreciate accomplishments regardless of others’ opinions. I teach it to my kids, and this is just an example where I need to live what I teach.

Thankfully, if my job threatened to make me question my abilities to think critically to work towards a goal, my work with the American Board of Internal Medicine (ABIM) as patient’s advocate has been rewarding. It is fascinating for me to learn how they determine what a doctor should need to know after they have been practicing medicine for years. ABIM then gave me two great recognitions of my input. They extended my term of service on the board as my initial term was expiring, and they asked me to help them on another as they set up a conference promoting patient centered medicine. Not much makes me feel more appreciated than being asked to continue and then asked to do more.

Still, the highlight from a feeling of possibly having an impact on healthcare came when I was asked on a Wednesday afternoon in October if I would present at the FDA on the following Monday. The kicker was I had to have a presentation to them by Friday. Thankfully, the topic of the presentation was REMS: Understanding and Evaluating their Impact on the Health care Delivery System and Patient Access. It was an opportunity for me to talk about risk management from a patient’s perspective because I take a drug with a chance to leave me with a brain infection likely to cripple or kill me if I get it. Talking about numbers and what they mean is the type of conversation I frequently lead at work as we review data, and I had just written about our inability to really conceptualize large numbers. So I wrote up the presentation on Thursday night and gave a quick run through with my coworkers on Friday before submitting. On Monday, I gave my presentation and actually had some applause which shocked me. Having people come up to me for the remaining 2 days referring to me with “you’re the numbers guy right?” was a great shot in the arm. I was even contacted months later by another patient advocate who watched my testimony and was impressed enough to re-watch it before presenting to the FDA at the request of the MS Society. Giving that presentation was a high water mark for feeling my thoughts on our healthcare are respected even if I think they are often given more weight than they deserve.

My theme for this past good year could best be stated, “It feels good to be valued.”

There is a some times shy super hero inside us all. This is one of my favorite pictures from 2015.
There is a some times shy super hero inside us all. This is one of my favorite pictures from 2015.
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Ten and Forty

This picture dates back to days when I was flaring before I was diagnosed with MS. I was lucky to spend the week with my mom, father-in-law and brother-in-law rafting down the Grand Canyon.

I realized a couple of weeks ago that it had been ten years ago that I had horrible headaches. For months I had headaches bad enough to wake me up in the middle of the night. The irony is the headaches would only go away with sleep. I used to ask my head, as if it were separate from me, “Why do you wake me up to tell me to sleep!” I might have yelled except J was sleeping, and the prospect of yelling with those headaches seemed abhorrent. I went to my primary care doctor, an ear nose throat doctor, an ophthalmologist, and got an MRI. I took steroids and antibiotics. I thought I had been tested nine ways to Sunday. During all this time, the headaches came in waves with good and bad days. It was like this for almost a year before I was diagnosed with “probable MS.”

However even during this time, I was incredibly lucky for I had almost an entire good week perfectly timed to allow me to go on a trip with my mom, my father-in-law, and my brother-law to go white water rafting down the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. During this week, I rarely needed head ache meds, though this was the beginning of my realization those meds do nothing for me. It was only on the last two days that I began to have problems again. At the time, this was a very welcome break from the stress of feeling as if my eyes could shoot laser beams.

As I hit the ten year mark, it seems a natural time to look back and ask what MS has done to me.  How has it changed me?  Even with Tysabri, I still progress.  It is just a slow progress, almost imperceptible if one’s time frame is carefully chosen.  I saw a doctor on a research board comment about how much more seriously MS would be taken if all the damage happened at once.  Spread out over months and years, patients are assumed to adapt to our invisible ailments.  So, how do I see myself changed?

The biggest changes aren’t to my physical abilities.  Yes, buttoning shirts quickly was nice.  Playing competitive sports, especially soccer, was how I used to draw confidence and get over the worst parts of life.  Multitasking despite distractions sure made life easier. However, these things are small compared to the biggest change I see in myself.

The biggest change I see is far more insidious, how I measure success day to day.  For most of my life, I have tried to progress, to do better today than yesterday.  As time has gone by, I find myself ever more trying to stave off degradation rather than improve.  I run three or four times a week, and I keep track of my times and abilities to run intervals during my run.  More and more often I find myself changing goals from running a marathon to running another half marathon.  I find myself satisfied equaling glories past.

In moments of honest reflection, I have to admit much of what I see on these fronts could be as much a factor of rapidly approaching forty years old rather than ten years with Multiple Sclerosis. I simply fear MS ages me faster and faster year by year. Still, my bet is many people approaching 40 suddenly find themselves noticing all the ways we are no longer 21. C’est la vie.

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