Sunday, October 9, 2022

Scleroderma and Cancer

The Mighty Turtle is about making chronic illness relatable.  We have more in common than we think and are braver and stronger than we can imagine.  

For example, take cancer and scleroderma. Autoimmune illnesses like scleroderma and cancer are completely different illnesses, but both used to be death sentences. Many cancer drugs, like methotrexate, are used off-label, improving the lives of countless patients with autoimmune diseases. I am one of those patients. 

Methotrexate slows the growth of tumors, cures deadly pregnancy complications like ectopic pregnancies, and slows the progression of deadly autoimmune diseases. Methotrexate has a wider range than Mariah Carey. 

Methotrexate isn't the only drug that can be used for autoimmune illnesses. I was prescribed Ofev in 2022. Ofev is a lung cancer drug now approved by the FDA to treat pulmonary fibrosis. I've taken a lot of medications for scleroderma, but this cancer drug is the first to send me games and a journal. Ofev has a program called Open Doors. It's a patient support program. 

I went to Ofev's website and filled out some online forms. A nurse from Open Doors contacted me. The nurse's job was to ensure I understood what I was being treated for, and the side effects of my treatment. I was given phone numbers and was told I would be sent some things to help me communicate with my friends and family. 

Of course, I will always talk to my doctors and pharmacists first about my treatment. Open Doors does not replace my doctor and pharmacists who manage me directly. This is for information about dealing with side effects and questions about the drug and tracking my reactions to treatment, and oh the schwag!

Remember the Big Pharma schwag from the 1990s? They had the best pens and stress balls. But this time, instead of pens, I was sent a deck of cards with conversation prompts, a journal with positive writing prompts, and material about managing side effects. This is the first time a pharmaceutical company has sent me something helpful to cope with the side effects and provide a source for questions about Ofev itself, and now I have a ton of writing prompts.

I love writing prompts, especially when it comes to writing about my experience. If you've read my blog before, you've seen that I tie things together. Sometimes I take the whole hayride to get to my point, and writing prompts make the hay ride shorter. 

I've challenged myself to use the cards to write something once daily for thirty days. I won't be posting my daily posts from these prompts to leave myself the option to write about "wounds" in this exercise. "Scars" are former "wounds" that have been processed in therapy that I'm comfortable talking about. I'm going to use the hell out of writing prompts. 

References
Methotrexate History
Methotrexate in Rheumatoid Arthritis (2013)cancer,

Saturday, June 12, 2021

Healthcare vs Heath Care

 Hi, The Mighty Turtle is back and saltier than ever!  

    A lot has changed since I first launched The Mighty Turtle in 2009.  I began as a blogger and now I'm on my eighth year in stand-up comedy.  I'll be performing locally in California until around the fall.  You can also catch me on my monthly Zoom show, "Live! And Still Here Comedy Hour" on the 3rd Saturday of each month at 4:30 Pacific Time and my forthcoming podcast, "Yes, I'm Still Here". 

    I grew tired of WordPress's weird-ass glitches, so I simplified my life by joining Blogspot.  Thanks for following me here. Yes, I did wipe the original blog out of existence because the things that helped me in 2009 are outdated and I'm a much better writer.   I have saved posts and will be reposting them in an updated version.  No one should have to filter through that crap to get helpful information.  

    The subject matter of "The Mighty Turtle",  has always been about my adventures through healthcare with private insurance and veterans healthcare, and now it's new and improved.  I hope you find my work helpful, stress-relieving, and funny.  My motto is, "Laugh at What Scares Me".  

    I'd like to clarify the use of the terms, "health care" and "healthcare".  You may already know this, but I didn't the difference between the uses.  

Healthcare:  (noun or adjective) The system of services.   

Health Care: (noun) The actions of a person getting healthcare.  

    Which has the feel of this quote, "In the dictionary under redundant it says, "see redundant." - Robin Williams "Live at the Met".

    Scleroderma and sarcoidosis will be discussed, cussed at, and joked about.   Both are progressive, degenerative diseases that kill people.  I've been living with both for 27 years. I have an entire stand-up bit about how bad the name scleroderma is for marketing. 

    Now that we've got our technical jargon figured out, let's get to my disclaimer.  

In no way do I intend to minimize the horror of any stage of illnesses.  

    Humor is a great way to get people to relax and remember what's being said and I have used it as a tool for the past 27 years to teach doctors, nurses, and caregivers about what I have experienced.  I do not say that I have taught patients - they already know.  But I do hope to give patients of any chronic illness hope that they can survive.  

    When I was a kid and I had problems, I would think about the next day and how much it would be better.  Eventually, I used it to envision my future.  It didn't make my illness any easier, but it helped my brain cope along with mountains of antidepressants and decades of therapy.  

    People with rare illnesses feel isolated, but we are not alone.  After my diagnosis of sarcoidosis, I discovered that people with other diagnoses have similar symptoms and every one of us experiences the stages of grief.  In fact, when it's chronic, we cycle through these stages as one complication is managed and another one appears.  So if you do not have what I have, you'll most likely relate to some of my experiences.  When that happens, just replace what I have with what you have, and then it will feel more like we are in this together- because we are.  

    My secret to surviving?  Your guess is as good as mine, unless somehow crossing my fingers and repeating the mantra, "Don't die, don't die", is a big secret.  In no way do I wish to minimize the actual horror people experience.  I'm just here to make you laugh at what scares me.  


Thanks for reading!

Karen

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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Raynaud's and Viagra

*Please Note: Every highlighted mention of Raynaud's goes to different websites. Please visit each one if you have time.

A friend on Twitter asked how Viagra helps me. I'll start with how Viagra became part of my Raynaud's treatment. Please scroll to the last paragraph if you would like "The Short Answer". It's okay, I will never know.
In 2006, I was hospitalized because the blood flow to my left thumb had stopped due to the spasm caused by Raynauds. My thumb quickly become infected and because of my history of MRSA, I went to the ER. I saw my regular pulmonologist once I was admitted into the hospital. Not to brag but he did develop a treatment protocol based on my hospital stay. He put me on vasodialtor so strong I had to reside in the Cardiac unit at UCLA for constant monitoring. The medication opened every vessel in my body and there was a very high risk of an immediate drop in blood pressure and sudden death, thus the need for monitoring. This treatment allowed blood flow back into my thumb & with an additional treatment with two IV antibiotics, the infection cleared and the wound healed. I had dodged the gangrene bullet. One of many revelations of this hospital stay was that the digital sympathecotmy I had was no longer effective. This risk I took far too lightly in 1996 when I elected to have the surgery.
There were some hurdles to overcome regarding the treatment plan of Raynaud's as an outpatient. One good thing about being an inpatient is your doctor can try meds while in the hospital, outpatient formularity is another can of worms. Rovatio seemed like a great medication, but my pulmonologist could not make that happen at the time because it was only allowed for treatment of PAH or Pulmonary Arterial Hypertension, which thankfully, I do not have. So the next drug of choice was Viagra.
The insurance I had at the time answered that request with a resounding "Oh HELL no." Despite intial denial, my rheumatologist and pulmonologist worked together to show why this was the only option to prevent further hospitalization- or in other words, "The Viagra option will cost less than denial of medication." Let's face it, when it comes to private insurance, you don't need to prove the efficacy of a medication, you have to prove it will save MONEY, not the patient. {Side note: this is why I have elected to use my Veteran's benefits and Medicare. You would be surprised how much easier it is to get around formulary restrictions when your healthcare is "socialized" like the VA- but that's a whole other topic.}

So, that's how I intially got Viagra with private insurance to treat my severe Raynaud's, but how did I get the VA to dispense Viagra to a female?

Back in 2005, before my Sarcoidosis diagnosis, my rheumatologist at the VA had no idea how to treat my increasing symptoms of what he thought was only Scleroderma. Luckily, my ex-husband and I owned our own business and we had what some medical professionals called, "Golden Insurance". My rheumatologist at the VA referred me to his collegue at UCLA Medical center. ( Later, I learned there is a thing called Managed Care through the VA which allows an outside physician provided by your own expense, to make recommendations to your primary care physician at the VA. Again- a whole other topic}

Once the "golden insurance" agreed to dispense Viagra, things went smooth for a while.
When our company went under, I went back to the VA. By then I was on Remicade with methotrexate for Sarcoidosis and Scleroderma. Remicade is not the first option in the formulary for treatment of Sarcoidosis and Scleroderma. Had I not been on Remicade already, two other medications would have had to be tried and then have failed before Remicade would be considered an option by the VA's formulary. Here is how i got around it: In order to put me on the meds in their formuary, I would have to be entirely detoxed of Remicade. By doing so, risked a major flare based on my history. I call it the "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" rationale.

Viagra was a bit of a challenge, but my rheumatologist at the VA was able to explain that Viagra significantly improved my circulation. More studies had circulated about the success of Viagra to treat Raynaud's present day, but back in '07- not so much. I still get plenty of weird looks when I pick up my script at the pharmacy, but I use the opportunity to enlighten the community that Viagra is not just "boner" medicine. Honestly, it's rediculous. It's considered a recreational drug by the VA. Truth is, if people were not so uptight and realized that a healthy sex life is a part of a healthy lifestyle, there would be nuch less miserey in this country. (Again- a whole other topic to cover!)
Now to answer the question of my twitter firend. How has Viagra benefitted my management of Raynaud's symptoms?
First of all, this is what works for me. Talk to your doctor about how you manage your Viagra.
I am prescribed 25mg of Viagra 4 times a day. On days I exercise, I do not feel I require all four doses, however there may be parts of my body I can't see such as my esophagus or internal organs experiencing Raynaud's symproms. I do not skip doses. I made that mistake with Nexium and now I have a scar tissue lined esophagus with no peristatlic movement. Yep," hot-dog down a hallway" style as chewed bits of food go down my throat.

Viagra helps a great deal, but it is not a cure all. It will not work if I do not make extra efforts of prevention. Again, Viagra helps manage Raynaud's. I just can't stress that enough.
In the morning when I get out of bed, especially in fall, winter or when staying places that have air-conditioning; Raynaud's starts first thing in the morning. I keep Viagra by my bed, set my alarm and take it before I am have to get out of bed. I take my 1st Viagra of the day and crawl back under my covers. I think it allows the vessles to dialate so that when I get out of bed, the ice cold feeling does not set in as soon as I step onto the cold floor. A great thing to do would be to get up immediatly and start moving but that can backfire sometimes if the medication hasn't had time to start working.
Once the meds have been in my system long enough, it makes it so much easier to get ready in the morning. A shower can sometimes make my hands feel like hamburger, but the Viagra helps prevent that. Once I am dressed, Viagra is not the only thing that helps me manage my Raynaud's.
Viagra is short acting, there are preventative steps to prevent a Raynaud's attack between doses. Here are mine:

1. Dress in layers. No matter what the temperature is, I always have three layers of thin clothing on my torso. My style is undershirt (long sleeved or tank top), overshirt (my "top or blouse"), jacket (zip up hoodie, blazer or heavy jacket)
2. NO Caffiene. Okay, I break this rule every morning because when my Niphedpine and Viagra Kick in together it keeps away my headaches. (This is my excuse, there are many others, but this one is mine!) Tea is a great alternative, but rememeber there is caffeene in decafinnated tea and there's always the variable of how sensitive I am to caffeene based on the weather, my stress levels or way the wind is blowing. Moderation is the key here. A small amount of something is ok for me, but it may not be for you. Use your melon.
3. When I feel a Raynaud's attack coming on, I get warm. Here are some evasive actions I have taken in weird places:
-If at a Day Spa- get in the Sauna
-Restroom hand dryer. I do love this one.
-Get in a warm car.
-If I'm with someone, I ask to borrow their jacket or any extra clothing to get around my torso, covering my hands is not enough. I will ask them to put their hands around mine. (A little awkward during a first date)
-If I am alone, I am not kidding-I pull my arms inside my shirt and stick my hands in my armpits. I know, ewww- but it works.
- I keep air activated hand warmers handy. I never apply it directly to skin experiencing the blood loss. I put the heated warmer or hot towel on my wrists. It warms the blood traveling to the constricted vessels and seems to help the spasm relax.
-VERY IMPORTANT- I never, ever apply something hot directly to blood deficient skin. It can cause a burn that could blister.
-Warm Water. I do not personally like this method. It works for some, but I have limited temperature sensing ability- especially in my fingers. Water can go from tempid to hot quickly before I can feel it. If you use this methid, be very careful.
-Exercise. This is the best thing that has helped me with Raynaud's, depression and pain management. I started easy woth simple breathing exercises, moved on to gentle yoga, walking, Zumba and my newest thing is spinning. It is hard to stay on a steady exercise schedule. Nothing fouls me up faster than a hospital stay or flare up. (A whole other topic)
-Don't give up. Just don't The pain of tissue death or eschemia caused by Raynaud's is excruciating. Healing is just as painful. It's hard not to be overwhelmed by the pain. Do your best to hang in there. Cry, scream, cuss but by all means never throw silverware! (found that one out the hard way) Don't be afraid to ask for pain meds. Find a calm and tactful way to describe the pain. I can't emphasize enough on the calm part. Snapping usually sets me back at least an hour while waiting for meds in the hospital.
I hear this a lot: "You don't need anything stronger."
My dream reply is, "Okay, go outside, look for the roughest asphalt you can find or break some glass, press your knuckles into it and scrape up and down as long as you can stand it. Then come in and if you let me pour lemon juice on your knuckes. Then I will take you at your word that I don't need stronger pain meds." I would not recommend this approach, but wouldn't it be great to actually SAY it?!!
Well that was my long answer to a short question from my friend, @MsUnProfessional on Twitter. Thank you for asking. The short answer is Viagra helps manage Raynaud's, prevent attacks and requires the patient to be proactive to be truely effective.

For more information:

The First Year-Scleroderma: An essential guide for the newly diagnosed. (nook)
By Karen Gottesman & Daniel Furst
Google Books

Sildenafil in Treatment of Raynaud's (2005)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What's With The Turtle?

 Why Turtle, you ask?

1. It's a whole lot easier to spell and remember than any greek named chronic illness.

2. Thousands of Ridley Turtles lay their eggs at the same time. When millions of eggs hatch, their numbers overwhelm their predators which makes them more likely to survive. When you look at each autoimmune disease, our numbers are small. If you combine the number of people worldwide with autoimmune diseases the numbers are overwhelming. We are all in this together, and together we are stronger.

3. Sea turtles are cool.  The technical term is, "Totes Adorbs"



Monday, October 3, 2011

Pssst.... Check This Out...

Hi everyone. Thank you for continuing to read my blog. I will soon have an address change. So far only friends and family have seen this. Please remember, this is a work in progress. I look forward to your feedback- please be gentle, but please more than anything- be honest. When I do a new post, I will go all social network crazy, but before I do, I want to share this with those who have been following my blog. Without you, my family and friends I would not have the inspiration to grow this. Please read the article that was published elsewhere and got Mary Bono Mack to block me on Twitter. If she represents your district, be sure to tell her hi. Also, ask her if she'll ever have an office in California.

The Mighty Turtle: Tales of Scleroderma, Sarcoidosis and Box Wine.

Thank you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

EVERYONE Deserves the Health Care Dick Cheney & I Have.

..."Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore."
Emma Lazarus

Based on the cheers I heard about letting the uninsured die during the Tea Party Debate, I wonder if they would have led a protest against Emma Lazarus' poem.

I mention Dick Cheney, because I saw that he was wearing his heart in his blazer due to the failure of his own heart. I have never liked the man. Yes, we have met. He wouldn't remember. It was briefly while I was in the Navy. It's no secret I'm not fond of him, but I would never wish his or anyone's death.

I also mention him because many die of heart failure every year. How many are given an opportunity to have a portable, external pump 24/7? We'll get back to that.

Let's talk about my health care. In 1996, I had to fight for Veteran's health benefits and won. I started in 1994 and I am one of the lucky ones. I wrote to my Representative in Washington and magically, I was 100% service connection disabled. (Thank you Representative of La Crosse, WI in 1996. I apologize for not remembering your name) When awarded my Veteran's benefits, I called the VA and asked if the TV show, 20/20 would be knocking at my door to do an expose or something. After the government shut down of 1995, it was crazy times. To explain my benefits, here's my latest post on Google Plus and Facebook.

"EVERYONE deserves the medical care I get. I will be at Rheumatolgy at the VA today to pick up my records for my Rheumatologist in LA. I remember every day how lucky I am. May everyone soon have socialized healthcare like me. I'm able to see the best specialists at UCLA because of Medicare. My specialists make recommendations to the VA, who actually sent me to UCLA because they didn't know what to do with me. At the VA all my medications are covered. I am one of the lucky ones. Because of The VA and Medicare, my diseases are stabilized after 16 years, I have a good prognosis. EVERYONE should have access to such great care. EVERYONE. I served so I could go to college and get out of "Dodge". The truth is, not everyone can serve, and their contributions are important. My uninsured friends are priceless. They deserve great care just as much as I do."

So, why do Dick Cheney and I have health care, when so many others don't? I feel as though we are the "storied pomp", in Emma Lazarus' poem, but we are not. Everyone deserves the health care we get. I am confident that if I have heart failure, I would fight my ass off to get a portable unit. Not because I can afford that, but because VA Hospitals are teaching hospitals. You get fresh minds mixed with the brilliant experience and knowledge of the residents. I have seen many cases and experienced first hand care where money is not a factor. I would be careless to not mention they do have a medication formulary, but I have found ways around that to get what I need- and I'm happy to share how if anyone needs it.

So why does Dick Cheney get a heart pump and I get infusions without having to try two other medications and have them fail before I get my beloved Remicade?

I could speculate and make jokes, but I honestly have no idea. I have felt massive amounts of guilt watching friends and family try to make it without insurance. We are Americans- we're supposed to be the good guys. I grew up believing we stand for and with others who can't do it on their own. If I were Karen, the manicurist, I would've died in child birth because I wouldn't have had my magic letter. That's right, a magic letter.

When I was pregnant in 2003-04, the VA did and still does not deliver babies. I received a letter in the mail that stated something like, "The VA will pay for all medical care related to the health of this veteran regarding her current condition." When my blood pressure had become so high that I began to see orange spots, my OB/GYN sent me to Mary Birch Hospital in San Diego. Seventy two hours later, after shots of steroids and my organs began to fail, my son was delivered by C-section.

There is too much to that story to include all the details in this entry, but two things stick out.

1. I shared a semi private room with a woman my age in the same condition. Both of us were given steroid injections. After my 1st painful injection, I asked the nurse to put it in my IV. The next round of shots came and it was done. No question asked. I told my roommate to ask for the same. She did. They told her her insurance wouldn't allow it. (record scratch stop) Yes, a woman who needed to be kept calm because her blood pressure was dangerously high, had to be put through frequent painful injections. Imagine sitting in comfort while listening to someone cry because they are in so much pain- that could have been avoided. Did I deserve better treatment? No. I had the equivalent of a blank check. What Karen needed, Karen got. Meanwhile, my equal in the room next to me had to suffer because some asshole paper pusher decided she didn't need to feel comfortable. She could endure that pain. Both of us had HELLP Syndrome.

2. Three years later, I was in an emergency room at a public hospital, not a VA hospital because my ex-husband and I had a business. I was in charge of picking insurance for our family and employees. I heard more than one doctor call it "Golden Insurance". It's what got me in the door at UCLA and medicare makes it possible for me to keep going back to UCLA.

In the ER, the nurse assigned to me, shared her own experience with HELLP Syndrome. She had the exact symptoms I had, without the happy ending. Her insurance required her husband to drive her an extra hour after going completely blind because of her blood pressure while she was pregnant. The ER they were assigned was not equipped to handle her condition. She lost her baby. She continues to work as a nurse to keep her family insured. She has to, to stay alive. She needs heart medication and frequent treatment by a cardiologist. I couldn't say it, but all I could think was how unfair it was. Life is not supposed to be fair, but no one should be denied the care they need because of money. NO ONE. She lost her baby at 32 weeks and was in the ground, while my son- also born at 32 weeks, was at home getting ready to go camping.

So, I ask again, are Dick Cheney and I of more value than those two women above? Are we worth more than my friend Chelle? Are we worth more than Steph and Jennifer, Chelle mentions in the video below? No. But if I were Karen; the manicurist and he Dick; the retired electrician we would be both be dead.

Make time to watch Chelle's video.
Thank you.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Where Were You When You Found Nirvana?

For the duration of my short life of 40 years, my biggest greatest love has always been music. I played guitar (poorly). I was a listener. My high school sweetheart was a musician. Music has and still does soothe me in my most stressful of times. When I was pregnant, Voodoo Child (slight Return) by Jimi Hendrix would actually stop my heartburn. There is no memory I can recall without music.

In 1992, my ship was in port in Bahrain. I hated my job. I was locked indoors for 12 hours a day inside a communication "shack" on the ship. A big change from my last ship where I was in "Deck" Divison. Sure, it was long hours of chipping paint, sanding, priming and painting again- Which explains my hate of rust, but I digress. I was outdoors all day. My job was to work on a small boat mounted on a big ship floating in the middle of the ocean. Being in the shack all day made me wish for those days outside, chipping paint.

While our ship was in port in Bahrain, I would go on base to the pool. I'd swim laps, spend an hour in the gym, shower and head to the only club on base. It wasn't terrible. I had weird hours and worked nights frequently, leaving some days free to get my outdoor fix. I found my routine.

One day at the club, I was standing in line to order my usual shrimp, fries and Miller Lite combo. I was coming off of a night watch so I was there at lunchtime. No Jump! Jump! Jump! seeping in from the outside, just like lunchtime at the local pub. Suddenly, I heard this wonderful sound coming from the TV over the bar across the room. It not very loud, so I had to leave my place in line and cross the room. The sound was gritty, it was raw, I could feel it and it was fucking beautiful.

I just stood at the bar and watched. I only remember scattered parts of the black and white video, but do I remember just sitting there, listening in awe. At the end of the video, I went to the store and bough the CD. I don't remember if I even ate that day.

Today, millions of people will say Nirvana changed their life. Nirvana re-opened my mind to the world of music for me. I had grown so tired of the new music that was coming out that all I would listen to is David Bowie, Jimi Hendrix and "old" Metallica. I could finally join the 90's because the heavens opened up, a chorus of angels sang and it was Nirvana.

Today, I'm going to watch the Nirvana special with my 7 year old son on MTV. I will tell him about the bands, the clothes and the days when MTV used to play music. Of course he will ask about the smoking and if we ever really showered. Maybe he will finally understand the blue flannel shirt I wear while I'm writing. I bought it in 1993 for $5.00. It still looks good on me. I call it my thinking flannel. My little piece of Nirvana that when worn, brings out my teen spirit.

It's strange only because when I was his age, my dad made me sit down and watch a documentary about Jimi Hendrix. Some families have religion. We have music and today, I'm going to share Nirvana with my son. Here we are now, entertain us.

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