Showers or Flowers?

April

COMING IN APRIL

  • Precious paper – April 3, 2014
  • Cordelia’s Mom on wheels, maybe – April 10, 2014
  • It will be a surprise (to both of us) – April 17, 2014
  • Are you lost, too? – April 24, 2014

Be sure to adjust your schedule to allow time to read me each week!

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My, How Far I Have Come!

Give100PercentInstead of dragging my sorry butt to my two extra jobs as a market research interviewer, I now experience those surveys from the other side.  I am one of those many people who answer online PAID surveys.  Not a lot of money, but enough so I can keep myself in books, DVDs and computer games (and puppy toys!) – which is pretty much my life outside of my day job, anyway.

This morning, I received an offer to participate in a survey about “luxury goods.”  I did not qualify for that survey [gasp of surprise!].

Come on, panderers to the rich, famous and wannabesdo you really think that people who are in the habit of buying “luxury goods” are likely to be online doing PAID surveys?  For all of $1.00 or so?  And for which $1.00 the respondent has to wait probably six months to cash in?  I don’t think so.

And while I’m on the subject of paid surveys, let me voice a few other complaints:

  • Is it really necessary to run the same survey over three or four different websites, so that I wind up answering the same questions over and over, only to find out at the end that I already took that survey and therefore don’t qualify for this one?
  • How many surveys about cell phone use can I really answer?  I have a basic, old-style “flip” phone, so I don’t think you’re getting a lot of quality responses from me.  But, of course, if you’re paying, I will still answer, to the very best of my ability.
  • WhatTheHDon’t even bother sending me offers for surveys about “personal” products and activities (i.e., sex).  I won’t answer them, even if I could remember having sex in my younger days.
  • If you don’t want to hear how happy I am with my basic economy car, drop me from your respondent pool.  I’m not going to run out and buy a BMW, Lexus, Jaguar or Porsche just so I can answer your questions better.
  • I’ve already told you over and over again, that I only have free over-the-air TV, and that I never watch even that.  Sending me requests for surveys about my cable TV preferences is simply a waste of both of our time.
  • While I truly love  getting  free products that I can test and then answer questions about, don’t bother sending me make-up samples (haven’t  worn make-up in years), doggie treats (both dogs died – how cruel are you, didn’t you know that?), or “personal products” (see above – although I suppose I could pass those on to any number of my younger relatives, who would probably line up at my front door to receive them).

[NOTE – this post was written and scheduled prior to the adoption of my new puppy.  I’m more than happy to accept doggie treat samples at this time.]

Not to be ungrateful, however, I did enjoy the free food products and shampoo (even though the last shampoo sample nearly killed the little bit of hair I have left).  And walking around with the IPod so I could track my beverage consumption was pretty cool (even though I told you in the screening comments that I only drink water most of the time).

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So, now that I’ve wasted the last half hour or so, it’s time to get back online and earn those big bucks.  I’m coming, survey people – keep those respondent pools open!

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The Battle Continues

Plan BLast week, I told the story of how my diagnosis of ulcerative colitis came about, and how it led to a 10-day hospital stay and eventually resulted in my dependence on prednisone.  The post became too long, so I decided to break it into two parts.  Here is the second part:

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Excerpt from the previous post:

“Long-term prednisone therapy causes weakening of the bones and can result in things like broken legs or hips.  It is advisable to get off the prednisone at some point, and I couldn’t.  The original 40 mg a day was weaned down in 5 mg increments until I got to about 5 mg a day, at which point, every single time, every one of my original UC symptoms returned.  And I had been on prednisone nearly constantly for 2 years.

“Can you say frustration?  Can you say drug addiction?

“(Yes, Cordelia’s Mom had become a drug addict, so to speak.)”

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The colon-rectal surgeon who had been treating my disease referred me to a gastroenterologist with more experience treating severe, long-term ulcerative colitis.  It was believed that the gastroenterologist could create the magic to get me off the prednisone.

The gastroenterologist prescribed 6MP/Purinethol.   6MP is a cancer drug, but is sometimes used for stubborn cases of ulcerative colitis.  I started on 6MP while continuing with the prednisone, with a view toward eventually weaning off the prednisone.  And it worked!

Until –

After a few weeks I began to notice that I was becoming very sluggish.  I was going to bed earlier and earlier, and not feeling rested.  Again, I was starting to do stupid things and driving poorly.

One fine summer day, I had a real estate closing downtown, and during the walk from the county clerk’s office to the parking ramp, I was unable to take more than a few steps without having to stop to rest.  The distance was less than a block and it took me a very long time to get to my car.  That night, I went to bed early and woke up about an hour later with the room spinning around me.  Even lying down with my eyes shut, the dizziness would not abate.  I felt nauseous and headed into the bathroom.  Standing straight was impossible with the room spinning like that, and I told my husband to call an ambulance. 

AmbulanceNext thing I knew, I was lying on the bathroom floor with my head in the toilet, the room spinning around me, and three burly gentlemen crowded in the tiny room with me.  And I was too sick to even enjoy all that male attention!

I never had an ambulance ride before – had I not been so sick, I maybe would have enjoyed the new experience.

But I digress. 

In the ER, it was discovered that I was anemic, and that my Vitamin B12 had been nearly depleted (which was the cause of the neurological problems).  This time, I only had to stay overnight, but I did have to undergo two blood transfusions.  I went home, again on Asacol HD and prednisone, along with Vitamin B12, Vitamin D, iron, and folic acid.  The 6MP was discontinued.

And I was still hooked on prednisone.

Finally, my gastroenterologist suggested Remicade, which is a biological infusion therapy.  After looking Remicade up online (I no longer totally trusted my gastroenterologist after the 6MP experience), I decided to try it.  My doctor and I agreed that if the Remicade did not work, my only other option would be surgery to remove part of my colon.

But the Remicade worked!  And I am in remission! 

And, finally, I am off prednisone!

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At this point, I would like to thank the young couple who were in the clinic when I went for my very first Remicade infusion treatment.  (What, doesn’t EVERYONE read my posts?)

The wife was having the therapy in the chair next to mine, and her young husband sat by her side.  Once I was settled into my own chair, my husband and I began discussing how nervous I was and how we hoped my doctor (with whom I didn’t have a whole lot of faith at that point) was sending me for the right therapy.  Apologizing for jumping in on my conversation with my own husband, the young man next to me indicated that his wife had the same doctor!  He then went on to say that she had undergone a number of the infusion treatments and was doing very well on them.  He made a point to tell me exactly what I could expect, starting at the very beginning.

I wish I could find that young man now to tell him how his kind words made me so much more relaxed, and I wish I could tell him that he was right in everything he told me.   He and his wife have never since been in the clinic at the same time I’ve had my treatments, so I haven’t been able to tell him face-to-face.

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There is one drawback, however, which should be considered by anyone thinking about Remicade infusion therapy :

Be sure your insurance covers it!  It is outrageously expensive.

DollarsWhen I got the bill for my first Remicade treatment, I nearly fell off my chair.  The total was $4,600, and my co-pay under my insurance plan was $2,300.  Fortunately, I have  a supplemental plan which picks up the difference.  No way in hell could I afford $2,300 every 8 weeks, even for what I consider to be a miracle cure.

But, of course, that’s still cheaper than frequent hospitalizations.  My 10-day hospitalization in 2012 cost more than $20,000, which thankfully was covered by my insurance.  And I lost a total of 3 weeks from work, thereby using up all of my vacation and sick time for that year.

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And so, with a careful diet, my Remicade and Asacol HD, and a supportive family and understanding employer, I am currently able to live a fairly normal life.  There will always be flare-ups, but at the moment they are few and far between and resolve quickly on my current medical regimen.  I will be on medicine for the rest of my life for my ulcerative colitis, but I’m willing to accept that, considering the alternative.

And a note to my readers – rectal bleeding, even a little bit, is not normal.  If you’re experiencing any of the symptoms I’ve relayed in these two posts, get yourself checked out!

By the way,  the colonoscopy prep has been modified and isn’t that bad these days – it’s just one day and could save your life.

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ADDENDUM:  On  March 1, 2014, my insurance company bumped Asacol HD into the third tier prescription co-pay level, meaning my co-pay is jumping to $400 per month.  I cannot afford that, and there is no generic equivalent to Asacol or Asacol HD.  Lialda is also a third-tier medication. It used to be that if there was no generic equivalent to a third-tier medication, the insurance company would view it as a second-tier drug, but apparently  the insurer has revised their guidelines.

My supplemental insurance plan covers medical expenses, but not prescriptions.

Unless my GI doctor can come up with some reasonable alternative, I will be forced to discontinue one of my two necessary UC medications.  It will be interesting to see what happens after that.  Apparently, the insurance company would rather pay for multiple hospitalizations than to help defray the cost of medication to prevent those hospitalizations – what a good business decision!

I thought ObamaCare was supposed to help people who have to give up their necessary medications for lack of ability to pay for them.  Guess that doesn’t apply to the Middle Class.

Needless to say, there will be many more posts coming on this subject as I wind my way through the maze of “affordable” health care.

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I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook page, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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How Cordelia’s Mom Became Addicted

HospitalBed“Ohmygod, I thought she was dead!”

The more experienced doctors in the morning  “doctor parade” immediately ushered that medical student right out of my hospital room.

But she really couldn’t be blamed.  At that point in my battle with ulcerative colitis, I had been in the hospital for a number of days and had been bleeding heavily for weeks.  My complexion was approximately the same color as the sheets on the hospital bed, and I was so weak that I basically just lay there with my eyes shut, waiting for everyone to leave me alone already.  I remember wishing someone could bring my dogs to the hospital so I could hug them just one last time.

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Ulcerative colitis is a nasty disease and can be life-threatening if not diagnosed and treated early.  You can bleed to death from ulcerative colitis.  I nearly did.

In my case, I totally ignored all symptoms for years.  I just assumed that some abdominal cramping and occasional rectal bleeding was normal in a woman my age, and I attributed both to hemorrhoids.  I’d wait for the episodes to pass (so to speak), and then go merrily on my way eating whatever and whenever I pleased.

But then I got scared.  In 2010, the bleeding and pain became constant (24/7), to the point where I was bleeding in my sleep and through my clothes.  I recalled a co-worker previously telling me her mother had died because she had ignored the same symptoms and had colon cancer which was not diagnosed soon enough to save her.

I remember breaking down when my primary physician walked into the exam room and asked the routine “How are you today?” question.  I thought sure I had colon cancer and was going to die.

My primary calmed me down and ordered a colonoscopy.  (Anyone who’s ever had one knows what fun the prep is!).  The colonoscopy showed ulcerative colitis, diverticulitis, and internal hemorrhoids.  Yuuuuuucky!

I began the usual course of prednisone and Asacol HD, and while the symptoms didn’t completely disappear, they did become manageable.  Or so I thought.

Again, I assumed that some bleeding could be expected because my disease was being forced into remission but had not yet gotten there.  So, I never said anything to my colon-rectal surgeon.

RunningUntil February, 2011.  At that point, I was very sick and refusing to acknowledge it.  The rectal bleeding had again become constant, and I was running to the bathroom every couple of minutes.  It became the office joke that if [CookieCakes] was seen rushing down the hall, get the hell out of her way!

I found myself doing stupid things like putting the glass in the refrigerator and the milk in the cupboard.  And doing dangerous things, like forgetting that I had turned on the gas burner on the stove.  My driving skills had degenerated to the point that I probably shouldn’t have been behind the wheel at all.  I began to wonder if I was developing dementia.

At night, I would wake up with horrendous cramps in my hands, legs and feet, cramps that seemed to last forever and and would leave me with soreness in the muscles the next day.

In the morning, I would wake up in a pool of sweat, even though it was the dead of winter, and despite the fact that I was shivering from the cold.

I remember being cold all the time (I contributed that to the Buffalo, NY winter), and found myself standing on the floor heating vent at work trying to control the shivers.  Then I looked in the mirror and noticed that my lips looked like I had just eaten a powdered donut, and I had not eaten anything at all that morning.

I called my colon-rectal surgeon, who sent me for blood work and made an appointment for me for that very afternoon.  Cordelia (who at that time worked with me) drove me to and from the lab for blood work (she told me later I looked so bad it scared her).  I then managed to drive myself home from work, but called my husband and made him come home because I was afraid I would pass out in the shower.

At the doctor’s office a little bit later, the colon-rectal surgeon took one look at my face and said, “Go right to the ER.  You don’t look well.”  I was admitted to the hospital that evening.

And that’s why a number of days later I overheard that unsettling comment from an inexperienced medical student.  I was in the hospital for a total of 10 days.  Thank heavens I had a private room with its own bathroom (just lucked out – the hospital was not overcrowded right then).

During the 10-day hospitalization, I was on a number of IV meds – the control panel on the IV stand looked like something out of Star Trek.  One of the IV antibiotics I was given pushed me into a period of violent vomiting, just as the rectal bleeding was coming under control.  And because I could not keep anything down for such a long period of time, and the normal IV solutions weren’t keeping my metabolism balanced, I found myself with a PICC line (intravenous feed through a vein in the upper arm and running to a larger vein near the heart).

But eventually, I was stabilized and sent home, on Asacol HD and prednisone.  Other meds were added and deleted as needed, including Canasa suppositories and steroid enemas.  My disease went nearly into remission, and by early 2012 the outlook was good.

PrednisoneEXCEPT THAT, now I could not get off the prednisone.  Long-term prednisone therapy causes weakening of the bones and can result in things like broken legs or hips.  It is advisable to get off the prednisone at some point, and I couldn’t.  The original 40 mg a day was weaned down in 5 mg increments until I got to about 5 mg a day, at which point, every single time, every one of my original UC symptoms returned.  And I had been on prednisone nearly constantly for 2 years.

Can you say frustration?  Can you say drug addiction?

(Yes, Cordelia’s Mom had become a drug addict, so to speak.)

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NEXT WEEK – THE BATTLE CONTINUES.

DOES CORDELIA’S MOM STAY A DRUG ADDICT, OR DOES SHE EVENTUALLY GET OFF THE PREDNISONE AND INTO REMISSION?

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I love to hear from my readers.  You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook page, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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