As this is the middle of Chanukah I am taken back seven years.  Chanukah 2004 was the last holiday I fully enjoyed, as I first presented symptoms of Meniere’s the end of October 2004.  While I had hearing loss and constant tinnitus in my left ear, I wasn’t vertigo nor off balance at all.

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.

For 36 years, I have taken care of others.  At the age of nine I was cooling, cleaning and doing laundry for a family of five.  I remember Grandmaw standing me on a milk crate to teach me how to cook and wash dishes.   She even stood me up there to watch how she used her old wringer-washer.  Even though most tasks were heaped on my by my mother and step-father, it wasn’t like work when Grandmaw was by my side.  I remember the day she lowered her ironing board to teach me how to iron.  I would dream, even at the tender age of nine, of one day having my own family.  I wanted lots of children, at least enough to field my own softball team.  I didn’t just dream of babies in my arms, but also of being pregnant and giving birth.

The beginning of September 2008, I set an appointment with my neuro-otologist to have grommets inserted into both of my ears for the purpose of using the Minette Device.  The device would cost me $3500 out of pocket.  At the time this wasn’t a real major issue as I had some money in the bank and could cover it.  However, two weeks after setting the appointment, I was told that ten of the twelve employees at work (including me) would be losing their jobs as of October 31, 2008.  I was devastated and and contemplated not having the procedure.  Friends I discussed this with urged me to go forward with it and if I ran into financial difficulty due to all of it, they would be there for me.

I have always been taught that if you treat others with respect and in a dignified manner then it will be returned to you.  In other words, “You reap what you sow”.I have always done my best to treat others respectfully.  Even those who have done me ill I treat at least cordially.  After all we are all human beings and must get on together to survive on this planet.

Friday, I went for my three month check-up with my Otologist.  He came in with his nurse and nurse practitioner and asked how I was doing.  After a bit of banter I told him that I am still looking for a one-way ticket to Iraq.  a little more banter and he realized I wasn’t joking when I asked him to schedule my autopsy I have been requesting.  He preformed the exam and then I stood there and proceeded to throw a bit of a tantrum.

I know what you are thinking, but put away your visions of a two-year-old pitching a fit.  I don’t scream, yell or stamp my feet (I’d fall down if I tried).  In fact, the worst I have done in recent history was call the workers at Hardee’s a bunch of plebeians.  I went on to say, through a veil of tears, that I am angry, bitter and just plain unhappy.  The trio only watched, listened and tried to answer my questions.  My doctor felt this long over due as well as educational for his green nurse practitioner.

This past weekend I updated my computerized Medial Alert Card (ICE).  While I did this I was prompted to add my Living Will and pulled it up as well as a form to complete my Last Will and Testament.  I went back through the pages of my life as I completed these forms.  I remembered the promises of others along with the promises I made to myself.  It seems all those promises were empty.  I would like to think that those who made those promises to me made them in good conscience.  However, from here, looking back they are empty and without the prospect of ever being filled.

I had dreams for my life.  I wanted to be a wife, mother and ultimately a grandmother.  It was my deepest desire to pass on to my children and grandchildren all I learned from my grandparents.  But in one god-forsaken diagnosis all my dreams were shattered and fell to the ground around my feet.  There is no shoulder for me to cry on.  No arm for me to hold to steady my balance.  I am angry that there is a disease that has no known cause, no known cure and not very much research being done to rectify this.  this leaves me unhappy and alone.  The loneliness has bred bitterness.  If only the promises had not been empty perhaps some dreams would not have shattered.

An eddy of pain and tears is what I have been experiencing for at least the past five months.  For those not exactly sure what I mean by eddy, well an eddy is a whirlpool in a body of water.  It is usually accompanied by turbulence and can wreak havoc on any vessel nearby.  Six years ago I loved the changing weather.  Not really a fan of snow and sleet since the first snow I ever drove in was a blizzard and I know how dangerous snow and ice can be (not to mention C-O-L-D).  But I did enjoy rain and its purifying properties in the spring and summer.  I would occasionally sit out on the deck and watch the rain as it fell on the cemetery and playground of the church next door.  It was calming and relaxing.  Now, not so much.

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

For a few days my ears had been crawling with a bit of a dull ache.  It was manageable, but I knew the barometric pressure was changing.  I woke up yesterday morning and felt like I was laying on one of those rubber floats out on the lake.  I didn’t need to look out the window.  I just crawled to the couch and tried to be a civilized human being.  I didn’t last long in this state.  But while I was semi upright, I managed to pen my daily poem.  It follows.  The title is Galar which means disease in Gaelic.  I wanted the Gaelic translation for Meniere’s Disease and was able to get it and just used Galar to name my dragon in my short story The Damsel And The Dragon.  The dragon in the story is Meniere’s Disease and of course, I am the damsel.  I now use the term Galar when I am feeling the talons of this brutal beast.  So yesterday, it became the title of this poem.  I would say enjoy, but considering the topic…

Galar

The dragon is back
my ears to claim
his attack is brutal
driving me insane

my ears, they crawl
they burn and ache
I want it to end
for goodness sake

I cannot understand
how a God, so kind
can cause this ill
I’m losing my mind

please, someone
take sword in hand
slay Galar soon
erase him from this land

we are many
Galar seeks out
salt, allergies, weather
can begin our bout

the scientists only
through tests and research
can slay Galar,
remove him from his perch.

PLEASE HELP SOON!!!!

April 8, 2010

© DL Bach

Anyone with a chronic illness or close to someone with a chronic illness is all too familiar with the feeling of being helpless.  I feel that way so often I sometimes think I don’t have any other feeling inside me.  Last night I was in Second Life® and chatting with a friend who also has Meniere’s Disease.  To start, Second Life® is a virtual reality world on-line where I got my life back after the dragon of Meniere’s invaded.  I was able to use my avatar to do things that I could no longer do in Real Life.  You can check out my Second Life® blog for more about that world.  The gentleman I was chatting with was experiencing issues due to Meniere’s and was also expressing some frustration regarding his girlfriend’s difficulty understanding what he goes through; but she tries her best to be as supportive as possible.  I recommended he read this blog and also check out a DVD put together by another person with Meniere’s to help loved ones and those new to the illness to better understand.

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.

Chatting with a friend on Skype today I was brought to a realization.  The longer I remain in the “well controlled” grouping the more I can see some things clearer.  I think the thing that, at this time, bothers me the most is losing my hearing.  Yes, having a gazillion crickets in my ears playing in stereo 24/7 has the ability to drive me mad.  However, having had excellent hearing and being able to hear things others could not was a way of life and now that it is gone, I mourn.

I used to love hearing everything.  Never had to use headphones to hear normal things.  Now I require hearing aids or a headset to hear just the things that other people can hear without assistance.  The funny thing is that when I come in from attending a meeting or doing something that requires me to wear my hearing aids I can’t wait to take them out.  I hear every creak in the floor, the furnace clicking on and humming as it fills the apartment with warm air to take away the chill.  I remove the means of my hearing things and remark (occasionally aloud) “sometimes, silence is golden”.

I have had several conversations lately with friends and acquaintances who haven’t lost hearing.  They don’t understand the things hearing impaired folks go through.  They think it a simple fix to put on a headset.  For me, they hurt my ears and I can’t wear them for long periods of time.  Since Meniere’s tends to cause fluid to build up I find it difficult to put in ear bud and even my hearing aids.  So what do you do?

I have found there are many everyday sounds I am glad I can’t hear.  For others that I miss, I compromise.  Music is a biggie.  If I am listening to a song I knew from before I lost my hearing, i can pretty much understand, pretty much from the memory of it as opposed to actually hearing the words.  However, if it is an unfamiliar song, the words and music blend together and I can’t really understand.  I may know that the music is pretty or repulsive.  but the words will be a blur.  For this I go to my best friend, Google.

I can Google the lyrics of songs and then read them to understand.  Then I read them and listen to the song and it helps me to even better know the song.  I can no longer hear the nuances of music or vocals.  I can’t pick out the individual instruments.  I can however feel.  I can feel the music in my heart and soul.  I can feel the beat, real or imagined.  I can feel the inflection in the heart-felt words of the vocalist.  I may not be able to appreciate things the way most folks do, but I appreciate them in my own way and sometimes better as I can ‘feel’ things that those with good hearing take for granted.

A year ago I had grommets inserted into my eardrums for the purpose of being able to use a Miniette device.  However, I found it was the grommets and not the Miniette that put me into the “well controlled” category.  Before this, my known triggers were stress and being a girl.  the grommets were supposed to last about nine months.  This should have taken me to mid July.  However, as my neuro-otologist pointed out, I am not normal and have trouble following standards.

The third week of June, just one week before my scheduled appointment with my doctor, I decided to relax in bed for a while before getting up to enjoy the Shabbat.  I rolled over on my left side and tucked the pillow up under my neck.  At this point I felt a ‘crunch, crackle and pop’ in my left ear.  I lay perfectly still for a bit, afraid to move, not knowing what was happening.  When I finally sat up my world was spinning.  I had not felt this way since mid October.  I made my way to the couch and pretty much remained there until Monday when I could call the doctor.

Anyone who has Meniere’s or is close to someone with Meniere’s, knows how unpredictable this monster is.  by the time I got in for my Friday appointment, we had determined that I now have a third trigger ~ WEATHER.  Now I fully understand those who refer to themselves as “walking barometers”.  We got new grommets inserted and this time they should last two years.

While I didn’t have issues with the original triggers after the grommets were inserted, I still have minor issues with the weather changes.  It seems that when the weather changes now I get a dull ache deep in my ears and experience some fluttering.  In the beginning of September I was lucky enough to get H1N1.  This proved to have a bad effect on my ears.  I had lots of aching and it seemed my hearing worsened.  When the illness cleared I noticed that I now have constant tinnitus in both my ears instead of just the left ear.  My doctor sternly advised that I not get either versions of the flu again for the remainder of the season. (As if…)

Earlier this week I was getting over what I initially thought was a second round of the flu, but  thankfully, turned out to be Acute Bronchitis instead.  My left ear began doing weird things so I put in a call to my otos nurse.  When she returned my call, we talked.  She reminded me about the weather and advised I take it easy and keep an eye on things and call back if they don’t improve or get worse.  you know, the usual blah, blah, blah.

Everyday we have ups and downs.  Right now it appears that I am on more of a Merry-Go-Round.  For four years I felt as if I was on a very wild roller-coaster.  I HATE roller-coasters, so I am glad I am no longer on that part of this ride.  I will accept being on a Merry-Go-Round with Meniere’s although I wish I could be on a real one instead.  I will continue to research (for now with a clearer head) and write my book while educating anyone and everyone I can about this dragon that invaded my life five years ago.  one day, he will be totally defeated.  Until then, my sword stands ready to fight whenever he comes to prey.