I am sitting here in my ‘prison cell’ and reading Tweets and Facebook posts with all the holiday greetings.  Since I am a writer, my mind swirls around all of this.  Having Meniere’s, my head spins around all of this. 

This can be a very trying time for those with Meniere’s Disease whether you keep Chanukah, Christmas or Kwanza.  The menu has to change to limit the sodium (this means most people won’t be happy eating bland food to accommodate you) as the majority of holiday treats are laden with salt.  This can be stressful for someone like me as I feel guilty causing such an inconvenience (not that I get any invites to share holiday meals).  The added stress that society piles on making people feel that holidays cannot be experienced unless you give store-bought gifts to EVERYONE you know can also set us back (and I don’t me financially).  Then there is the stress of decorating and the stress of having to go places and see people you aren’t that fond of.

Stress and salt out of the way, lets look at the other triggers.  Allergies (not one of my triggers), with bringing live, cut plants into your home brings in mold and other airborne allergies.  Digging out the supplies stirs up and allows dust to fly about.  This is one trigger I am glad I don’t have.  Weather is another big one right now.  In some areas it is the rainy season, but mostly folks want snow.  I seem to be set off when any weather front comes near.

If you are a friend or family member of someone who battles this wretched dragon, I hope you will truly be filled with the holiday spirit and NOT push this person to participate in everything.  visit with them so they don’t feel forgotten or left out, but understand that while you don’t see anything obvious as wrong, they are still feeling it on the inside and it can be very ugly for them.  Be understanding and know it is the dragon we loath, not y’all.

Right now, many of you (yes, me too) just want to curl up in a corner and wait out the triggers.  You know yourself and how you are affected.  I send good thoughts to you and hope you will take it easy and not push yourself and pay big time later.  Through these holiday highs (and lows) I will be on the couch if you need me.

If you live in the Knoxville area you know how much rain  (filled in with bits of snow here and there) we have had since December.  I gave up using umbrellas after being introduced to Meniere’s Disease.  You take a physically off balanced person and give them an umbrella, let a gust of wind come along and the result is Mary Poppins flying up the highway.  Getting wet is a better option.  Last June when my original grommets fell out, not only did I spin again for the first time in eight months, but I also gained a new trigger ~ the weather.  I really felt for those with Meniere’s who called themselves walking barometers, but honestly I hadn’t a clue what they actually went through.  Guess someone felt I should have first hand knowledge.  With all the rain and snow we have had, I have gotten to know my couch very intimately.

The incoming storm already has my ears going crazy

Sometimes I think I feel weather fronts moving in 100 miles away.  I can feel my ears crawling and start with a deep ache and look outside to see bright sunny skies.  However, by the time the front moves in, I am in so much pain from both my ears that I have a pounding headache to go with it and I am laying on the couch with the heating pad on my ears.  If I had to choose between this and having full vertigo at least once a month, I would choose my current situation.

I haven’t been able to afford to see my doctor regularly as he desires since I have no medical insurance and no regular income.  However, a couple months ago I was sitting on the couch with my laptop doing my usually Shabbat routine when all of a sudden the room began to spin.  It was all I could do to set the computer aside and lay down on the couch and remain still for a couple hours till it passed.  I knew I had to scrape the money together to go see the doctor.  I went in on a snowy/sleety/rainy day with the hopes that it was just a blockage that could be fixed with drops or suction.  My hopes quickly turned to tears when he said that the grommet in my right ear was dislodged with debris around it indicating blockage.  He couldn’t be sure about the left side so I had to have a pressure test run to detect the status of my eardrums.

I sat and cried.   When I was taken for the test, I walked through the hall clinging to the wall and crying.  It was determined that the right eardrum was closed over but we could not be sure that wax and debris had not gotten behind it to cause infection.  The left ear and grommet were intact and did not appear to be blocked.  I still cried.  I cried in part because I knew how much it would hurt to have the grommet procedure repeated and then it would take several days for me to get back to doing well.  The other reason I cried was recalling that it cost near $400 to have the grommets inserted last June.  I don’t have that kind of money.  One good thing was that it was found after reopening my right eardrum the doctor found that there was no debris, wax or moisture that got behind the eardrum to cause infection.  I have been caught in an eddy of pain and tears for  five months.  Hopefully now I can begin to maneuver out of the area and toward shallow waters if not the embankment.

The rain loves to wreak havoc on my ears and my head

Through the years my steadfastness on this topic has not wavered. Pet peeves have crept in which I file under “stupid people doing stupid stuff.” Now, however, I hesitate in giving a reply. To most my answer remains the same. To me it is far from the truth.  While forms of abuse still ruffle my feathers, and probably always will, there is now something else that feeds the raging monster of anger with in.

Vulnerability. Helplessness. Weakness. No matter what word is used, it still comes from within. When your body brings about a disease it has a way of throwing your life and manner of thinking into a tailspin not easily recovered.

My body started behaving in a way that it should not. No one could tell me why. When I received a call from a “substitute” nurse wrongly telling I had diabetes, I thought my world was ending. After losing my grandmother and a close friend to the disease this news hit me like a sledge hammer on a carpet tack.

In a manner, I wish diabetes had been the answer. However, several weeks later I listened intently with some relief as my doctor explained that in fact, I did not have diabetes. I am pre diabetic. This news only gave a short term air of solace. We were back at square one. If not diabetes, then what.

Seven months! It took seven months for the parade of doctors to diagnose me with Meniere’s Disease. This disease had been mentioned to me by one doctor two months before the diagnosis. At that time my research began. My findings were anything but reassuring.

Meniere’s disease has no known cause, no known cure. These words plunged deeper into my heart and soul then lead weights into the deepest sea. As a perfectionist, I like being in control of my actions and my body. This time is no different. No one can tell me why I have Meniere’s. No one can tell me how to eliminate it. Needless to say, I am not a happy person.

What makes me angry?  Having a disease that no one can explain makes me very angry. I cannot explain why. I just know I am angry though no one is to blame. Even though a few aspects of the disease were gradual, most were not. I feel as if my normalcy had been snuffed out like a candle.

What is my response to everything?  Isolation and self medication. It is easier to withdrawal and shut myself off from the world. I trust no one and cannot trust myself to be around others. Pondering these issues and others, I often cry myself to sleep. To prevent this, I take Benadryl or drink valerian tea to put myself to sleep. Weekends in isolation are worse. I have been known to spend them with alcohol to numb my body, mind and soul to prevent thoughts of Meniere’s from seeping in.

So, what is at the heart of the matter? I cannot trust and will not try till the anger goes away. The anger will not go away till there is a cure for Meniere’s Disease and that is improbable in my lifetime. Hence, a very vicious cycle.

Rain, rain go away
I’m trying to keep my spins at bay
If only I could hope and pray
I’d wish you somewhere else today.

The thoughts for this blog post have been forming for a while, then last night they were coming closer to the surface.  This morning I had a bit of a FaceBook e-mail exchange with another friend and helping to educate her about Meniere’s.  Again, as I was confidently typing my responses to her I couldn’t help but feel so utterly and completely helpless inside.  Sometimes I have to step back and look at myself.  I have the ability to display to the world the most confidence and surety while inside I am falling apart at the seams.  Where do the helpless go to get help and support?  What can we do to sure up the rupturing dams within?

There are some forums on-line and for some of the lucky there are local support groups you can attend in your area.  I have been part of these forums, but there are no local support groups to attend.  I have been approached several times to start one in this area.  However, giving how I feel and knowing it would be common, I believe it would be difficult as we don’t always feel like sitting in a room with others trying to be supportive and therefore we opt to just stay safe and comfortable on our couches and beds.  Sometimes we are supported by spouses, children, parents and others who are there or come over to help out.  I survive on my own.  I have been trying to be supportive of a few others with Meniere’s who need a shoulder and an ear (not that I have much left in the way of ears **insert chuckle here**).    I am glad that I can be here the best I can for anyone who needs me.  Just ask.  If I don’t have the answers I will try to find them or direct to the answers the best I can.

Let me go back to something I mentioned earlier.  Danny Pancy is a gentleman who has Meniere’s Disease.  He is also a photographer.  He put together a 20 minuted DVD to help others understand what we with Meniere’s go through.  The only audio is white noise since we have tinnitus in our ears 24/7.  Mr. Pancy has used his talents as a photographer and the wonderful technology available to distort photos to help display the way we view things.  I have shared this DVD with others so they can better understand.  It helps them feel a little less helpless.  Check out Mr. Pancy’s DVD on his website http://www.shutterfreaks.com/Pancy-Menieres/contact.htm.

For those who have Meniere’s we know there is really know way to feel less helpless when we are in bouts.  For others, those who know us and care about us, staying away is not the way to help us or you feel less helpless.  I know, too well, intimacy with loneliness.  This adds to my stress, but I keep going on knowing it will always be this way for me.  But I plead with others to reach out to those you know with Meniere’s and educate yourself, not for the purpose of trying to ‘fix’ them, but for the sheer purpose of trying to better understand.  Sites like http://www.menieres.org/ and http://www.vestibular.org/ are great sources to start with.  We just want to feel normal and feel like those who cared about us before the dragon invaded are still there for us and still care.  Don’t be afraid just because we can’t do the things we used to be able to do.  There are still other things we can do, like sitting and chatting about life and things in general.  If you treat us differently, especially by disappearing, then to you we become the disease.  Show us that we are still human beings worthy of your time and your friendship.  The helpless feelings may never totally disappear, but they can be diminished in all of us.

As My World Spins

The world it spins
faster, then faster still
I want to get off
that is my will.

Someone please help
make the spinning stop
I really don’t care
if it makes me drop.

My head is foggy
things are unclear
no wonder I’m alone
and no one comes near

The fog and spinning
they make me feel drunk
then I get tripped
by a smug little punk

The weather front comes
and so does the pain
if a cure is not found
I’ll sure go insane

I still think it right
I’ll not make a show
But if you do see
I’ll look like Van Gogh.

March 8, 2010

© DL Bach

Please leave a comment with your thoughts and ideas regarding this podcast formation.  Then send the link to all your friends and family to allow them to provide their input.  Even those who don’t have Meniere’s, but know someone with Meniere’s can have much to add to to help us and we in turn can help them.

Also, eventually, as I am still in the process of writing my book about Meniere’s, I would like to incorporate information gathered during the podcasts into the book.  It is still my greatest desire to do all I can to educate the world regarding Meniere’s and when the book is published ALL my royalties will go for Meniere’s research.  There is not a lot of education, publicity nor research for Meniere’s.  In fact, so many of us never heard the term Meniere’s Disease until we were in the process of being diagnosed.  I want that term to become as much a household term as Cancer and Diabetes.  I can’t do it without your help.

I tried to have more pleasant thoughts to lull my back to sleep, but they just didn’t come and the next time I looked at the clock an hour had passed.  I figured that since I intended to get up early to go do the laundry and run errands I would just go ahead and get up now and try to do something productive.  Here it is.

It seems that when my head is in this Xanax/Meniere’s induced fog (at times lasting several hours after getting up) I have what I call my “hair-brained” ideas.  Some of them actually turn out to be good once te fog lifts and I can tweak them and think them through.  Others, not so much.  This morning as I tossed and turned and tried to find positive to return to my slumber, I thought about this blog and how idle it seems at times.  Then the proverbial light bulb went off.  Use the blog to relay information.  As the fog is trying to lift, I recall that was my actual intent when I first set this up.

During my early morning visionary thoughts, there was a crawl at the bottom of the screen.  “Surviving Meniere’s” was all it kept repeating.  Then I came here to post.  I have chatted on-line with many who have Meniere’s and while we cope and try to get our loved ones to think we are truly surviving, we are not.  We are in fact, just going through the motions and living moment to moment.

Surviving implies winning.  Every day that we make it through with out going stark raving mad, removing our ears or at worse eliminating ourselves is survival for us.  While some do not experience some of the symptoms that can really send you reeling, each part of this disease takes its toll on the body and soul.  With this in mind I am going to begin here in this series of Surviving Meniere’s and looking back at my last blog post which was a sort of chat with Mr. Van Gogh.  One thing you need to survive, or at least give the impression you are surviving is a sense of humor.  So dust yours off, or if you don’t have one, find one (beg, borrow, steal, buy.  Whichever method you can to obtain even a little bit of a sense of humor).

It can be difficult to find humor in this disease.  But when relating stories of your bout against the ugly dragon, the humor can find its way to the surface.  I had taught myself to drive with full vertigo and when someone would find out as I would chatting with them and we were both heading to our cars, I would tell them it was okay, because I was always good at coloring between the lines.  I would drive by focusing on keeping my car between the lines on the roads.  With horrified looks on the faces in front of me, I would always retort, “It’s okay, I will give you a head start out of the parking lot.”  This would invoke a chuckle and lighten things up regarding a nasty situation.  No, it may not be easy to find humor, especially when you have been full vertigo for days, but trying to can help put you at ease and thereby those around you are put to ease as well and can make things just a tad bit more tolerable.

Here is to a spin-free, pain-free day.