Ben came with me to my meeting with Kristi and the medical oncologist this morning. We left the kids at home in quarantine and braved the outside world (that's really how it felt) and took ourselves to the hospital. Signs everywhere warning you to wash your hands, not to enter if you're feeling sick, people trying their best to stand far away from each other. That was the first time I'd been out since the previous Friday afternoon, and my anxiety was definitely elevated and I was overstimulated with everything around me.
Kristi is wonderful. She's kind and assuring, and gave us all kinds of great information and I believe she will be an advocate for me to get the best care I can possibly get. She is also going through breast cancer herself and recently had a lumpectomy and is about to begin her own radiation treatment. So most of what she described sounded like a surgery & radiation treatment plan--a few months. Not great news of course, but not too terrible either, and definitely treatable and beatable.
She administered the BRCA gene mutation blood test as soon as we got there, but unfortunately we won't have results from that for a few weeks.
Then (after an eery parking lot waiting room and coronavirus temperature and questionnairre screening before we were allowed into the building) we met with the medical oncologist in the Cancer Center, who talked more specifically about MY tumor and situation. While he too, was very kind and gave us detailed information that was almost all brand new to us...he seemed much more concerned about my situation than anyone had up to this point.
He used words like "I worry" and "I'm concerned" in regard to my age (young), the tumor size (2.5cm) and the growth grade of the tumor (grade 3).
He also dropped the chemo bomb. Which I was not expecting. And which immediately sent my body into a fearful panicky feeling.
He said because of those factors, he wanted to kill the seed, not just pull the weed (he had a long lawn care analogy to go with his recommendation that resonated perfectly with Ben). Surgery could remove the tumor (weed), but if the seed (cancer cells) were out there where you couldn't see them and you didn't kill them, you'd end up with more cancer in other places later on. Particularly if the BRCA genetic test came back positive, and particularly because I am only 40, which leaves a lot more time left in my life for recurrence.
He didn't care whether I chose a lumpectomy or a mastectomy. That was up to me. But he wanted to kill the cancer cells with chemo -- probably before surgery ever happened. The surgery & radiation treatment plan I'd been expecting went from 2-3 months to the better part of a year, plus all the chemo side-effects no one wants to experience.
Then he started talking lymph nodes. I have an axillary lymph node under my left arm that feels like a little pea-sized knob. It's been there as long as I can remember. But since he could feel it, he wanted to have it biopsied to see if the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes. Until he had that information, he said he couldn't stage the cancer. And lymph node involvement would mean a more difficult surgery, higher risk of lymphedema (which I learned more about later and is frankly more scary to me than chemo--because it's permanent and would affect my dominant arm).
After that, we were essentially sent on our way with an appointment for an MRI & a lymph node biopsy & a meeting with a surgeon for within the next week and a half.
And now, I have a new reading companion, the Breast Cancer Treatment Handbook (which is VERY informative and a must-have if you are ever diagnosed) and a very long journey ahead of me that I wasn't expecting at all.
So, I received some pretty upsetting news today. I've been diagnosed with Breast Cancer. In the middle of a coronavirus quarantine, when *everyone's life* is in a strange state, my own life has been turned completely upside down.
But let me back up to the beginning.
First, I found a lump in my left breast--I don't remember exactly when it was. Maybe January? Maybe February? I didn't think much about it, but made note of it. When Ben noticed it a few days (or weeks?) later, I decided it was maybe more prominently noticeable than I thought. So I called to see if I should have my mammogram a few weeks earlier than scheduled, just to check it out and make sure it was nothing. I'd had a baseline mammogram at 35 years old. But this was going to be my first one since then. Last year I wasn't quite 40 when I had my annual exam, so my doctor said it was fine to have it at my next year appointment instead. So, since I was scheduled to have one anyway in mid-April this year, I wasn't too concerned about bumping that date up a little. No big deal. They scheduled a mammogram and ultrasound for me right away.
The mammogram went fine. They did lots of imaging on the left side where I'd found a lump, regular imaging on the right. Everyone said, "oh, it's moveable, so that's a good sign." and no one seemed overly concerned. There were lots of things that it could be.
I had an ultrasound, and could see where the mass was and what it looked like. It wasn't *totally* round, but it looked oval to me, which seemed like it could definitely be a cyst or a fibroadenoma (I'd been googling).
A few days later, I got a call that said they wanted to do some extra mammogram imaging on the RIGHT side because of some dense tissue and asymetry between my original scan and the current ones. They also wanted to schedule a biopsy on the mass in my left breast to test it to see exactly what it was.
That had me a little concerned. Mostly about the right breast, honestly, because it sounded like they were concerned about it if they wanted to see more imaging.
And then I remembered my dad mentioning a long time ago in passing that his mother died fairly young of breast cancer. We don't talk about his family or childhood much, so it wasn't information that is just "known" in our family. But breast cancer *can* be genetic (although only 5%-10% of breast cancer diagnoses are genetically based). And, in light of that, things started feeling a little more serious at that point. What if it *was* cancer? But still, I wasn't going to worry until there was something to worry about. So, I went to the next mammogram for my right breast (which turned out to be fine) and then had a biopsy on the mass in my left breast.
As I was watching the ultrasound and listening to the doctor and nurses talk about what they saw, it sounded like a mass that looked partially cystic and partially solid (a complex cystic mass). No one said cancer. No one acted concerned. It wasn't painful, just odd and a little uncomfortable, and watching the needle jab away at me on the ultrasound certainly looked like it SHOULD hurt, but it really didn't. They just took the samples and kindly told me to put some ice on the injection spot because it would be a little swollen and sore and I'd hear results in a few days. They didn't seem worried or alarmed. So, I didn't worry.
That was on Thursday, March 12th. The next several days were a blur of coronavirus talk, school being closed for three weeks, a volleyball tournament being canceled, everyone starting to get scared about the virus and what that meant, learning about social distancing, and canceling EVERYTHING in our lives...so I put the biopsy in the back of my mind until Monday afternoon, when I still hadn't heard anything. I called this morning (St. Patrick's Day) to see if there was any information for me, but had to leave a message. So I went back to work...
When my phone rang this afternoon and I saw it was from my doctor's office, my stomach did a little drop. I answered and Kristi (my Breast Care Navigator) told me, my biopsy results were in, and unfortunately, it was cancer.
That was NOT what I expected to hear.
I hardly remember the rest of my conversation with her and I was shaking so much I could hardly read what I had written down as she was talking. Here's what I wrote:
- It's Invasive Ductal Carcinoma.
- It's HER2 negative, PR negative, and ER+ (mild to moderately).
- I would need to meet with Kristi tomorrow as well as with a medical oncologist to go over my results, treatment and receive a book to tell me all about the entire process.
- I'd need to have a BRCA genetic test to see if I have the breast cancer gene in my DNA.
- I'd need to have a bilateral contrast MRI in the next week or two.
- I'd need to schedule an appointment with a surgeon to discuss removal options.
- Surgery would be necessary.
- Medication would be necessary.
- Radiation would be necessary.
- Chemo was not a guranteed necessity.
Floored. I was completely floored. Especially because I feel healthier and stronger now physically than I have in the past three years after dealing with Graves Disease through most of 2018 and finally (mostly) healing my elbow that was injured the majority of 2019. I was finally back to my "peak" performance self. Cancer was not on my radar.
But, it is now.
I hurt my elbow at the beginning of July, taking apart a huge fence for my sign wood. It's been diagnosed as "golfer's elbow". I've tried modifying, resting, icing, anti-inflammatories, physical therapy and a cortisone shot. But, 5 and 1/2 months later, it's still not any better.
So, next step...Platelet Rich Plasma Therapy and a *hope* that this will kickstart the healing process.
I'll continue to update the healing process here...
Day 1 (12/19/19) - Can't use my left arm for anything. Throbbing, aching, and sometimes shooting pain. I'm really glad Ben drove me to my appointment. I never would have been able to drive home.
Day 4 (12/22/19) - I'm doing my best to avoid using my left arm at all. Any pressure or weight on or in that hand hurts. Still taking tylenol and occasional Tramadol. Range of motion is slightly better than it was immediately after the injection, but I have trouble and paint when bending it to touch my face, or straightening it to reach for something. I find myself constantly thinking about it and protecting it around other people, which has been tiring.
Day 9 (12/27/19)- I don't feel like I need to protect my arm quite as much today and it hasn't dominated my every thought all day long. I have only taken tylenol once in the past 24 hours. While it's still tender and stiff, my range of motion is much better, and I can do most normal activities without much pain, though I'm still not lifting more than a pound or so with that arm. Still difficult to use a fork with my left hand, wash my face, put my hair in a ponytail, etc. Mobility and strength is still is not even to where it was right *before* the PRP injection, so doesn't feel healed in any way, but it's not SO much worse and unuseable like it has been over the past week.
2 Weeks (1/2/2020) - I'm able to do most normal movement. I still have pain when my arm is fully extended or fully bent. Putting pressure on anything still triggers pain, and my elbow is still tender to the touch. BUT, it's closer (though still a little worse) to how it was before I went in for PRP two weeks ago. Still taking tylenol once a day. Still trying not to lift anything with my left arm (when I forget, I switch hands). It's stiff in the morning, but feels much better when I'm exercising and it has warmed up. I've done some walking, bike riding and a few non-arm-using HIIT workouts.
3 Weeks (1/9/2020) - Not taking tylenol regularly anymore. Am much more comfortable driving. Wearing a wrist brace when doing a lot of phone-holding, typing or writing to remind myself to keep my wrist neutral. Range of motion is nearly full, but still hurts some at fully extended and fully bent. Putting pressure on anything is still painful. But I can at least partially brush my teeth with my left hand, which is pretty exciting (the motion and fully-bent angle is rough). Forearm muscle is starting to hurt some, which probably means I'm using my arm too much. Doing some fist-squeezing exercises throughout the day to start strengthening it, which may be making that muscle tweak.
5 1/2 weeks (1/28/2020) - Started physical therapy again last week. Initially it felt stronger after two days of therapy. Then very sore for two days. Then stronger and less irritated today. So, pressing on... At my doctor's visit last week, she said that if in two weeks we aren't noticing improvements, we may need to talk surgery. But if the therapy seems to be helping even some, it would be worth pressing through on that. Still not painting and trying to keep from doing any lifting or repetitive activities. Still having pain when brushing teeth, washing face, opening & closing doors, typing, etc.
7 weeks (2/5/2020) - Started painting again this week, although I'm not sure there's been much significant healing progress beyond where I was before the PRP injection. While my arm muscles seem to be getting stronger again (though they have severely weakened in the past 7 months from lack of use), the tendon injury itself is still very tender and sensitive to even slight pressure. Maybe my expectations are too high? Maybe it'll never be better? Maybe I need surgery? Maybe I'm just impatient. But at this point, I'm getting used to it just hurting and modifying everything that I do to accomodate it.
8 weeks (2/14/2020) - Well, what do you know? Within the last week, I've finally noticed significant improvement. Physical therapy exercises twice a day, and lots of firm pressure massage on the muscle in my forearm seem to finally be making an impact. I feel much stronger than I have in a long long time, and have worked up to 5lb weights when I'm doing my PT exercises. Full extension and bending of my arm just *barely* hurts now, and I can even put weight on my arm in a plank position without irritating it much (though I'm doing that VERY sparingly right now to ease back in). I can carry groceries in that arm now, close the car door with that hand, hold a plate, wash my face, brush my teeth, and boost myself up off a chair or the floor using that arm (at least partially) without feeling like it was straining my elbow.
11 weeks (3/6/2020) - This is the first week that I've felt like I could do almost all my normal-life activities without thinking about my arm. Including a full week of HIIT workouts. Because my upper body strength has diminished and my elbow is still slowly gaining strength, I'm still modifying pushups, burpees, and using lighter weights. BUT, I could *do* almost everything to some capacity. While I still have a nagging soreness or pain occasionally, it's definitely healing.
Back in August, my friend Magen introduced me to a gym that she'd be working for as a trainer in 2019 called Burn Boot Camp. It's a primarily all-women's gym that focuses on creating confidence, strength and community. I knew they'd be offering a 30-day free trial when they opened in Hoover after the new year, so I decided to sign up and support my friend.
In the meantime, I learned all about the company, the workouts, and the culture, and I became completely enamored with it.
The workouts were fun, unique, fast-paced, perfect for any fitness level, and focused mostly on high intensity intervals, dumbbell weights, and bodyweight exercises – all things I’ve been doing and really enjoying for years.
What impressed me more than ANYTHING though, was the incredible community and encouragement and sisterhood that seemed to be connected to *every* Burn Boot Camp that I read or heard about. The culture is what got me. They’re about being the best YOU from the inside out. Not just in terms of fitness and nutrition, but mentally, emotionally, and socially. They understand that you can’t serve your family, friends and community well if you aren’t at your best. And they do everything they can to support and encourage and push you toward doing just that.
I would leave the Pop Up camps that they offered leading up to their grand opening on a euphoric high after spending 45 minutes sweating with perfect strangers who immediately felt like friends. The trainers know your name. They encourage you to meet the other ladies in your camp. You work as a team. You encourage each other. And there are LOTS and LOTS of high fives given all around.
As much as I love my at-home workouts, I can’t get that social environment just doing my own thing.
I got lucky and won a 3-month membership in one of the Hoover location’s promotions over the holidays and was THRILLED to get to spend a little more time in 2019 doing something that got me so excited! But the doors hadn’t even OPENED, before I had told everyone I knew about how excited I was about giving this new gym a try. I even joked to Ben that being a Burn Ambassador (basically a front desk/social media/promotions position) would be a perfect job for me.
Within two days (without me having asked about it), Magen told me that the Head Trainer thought I’d be a great Burn Ambassador. She was just being nice and complimentary--She didn’t realize I’d actually want to DO it! But my response was – if there’s a position available, I might want it! It turns out there *was* a position--and they asked me to do it.
Apparently working out for free for three months wasn’t enough for me. I couldn’t just enjoy it for myself, I wanted to champion it! I wanted to make it the experience I was so excited about for everyone ELSE who was giving it a try too.
So...sometimes you have to just trust your gut and jump into something that makes you giddy with excitement, even if it doesn't make sense on paper.
I’ve been in a bit of a rut work-wise and knew I could use something new to get excited about--not to replace my Signs By Andrea work (because, while being a Burn Ambassador is fun, it’s definitely not going to make me rich), but to give my brain a new exercise in creativity. It'll be part-time and kind of a "hobby job" for me, but definitely a fun thing to add to my work experience (kind of like those Maurices days).
This past week was the Hoover, AL location's Grand Opening week. And WOW! Not only have the last 5 days of workouts been fantastic, but I have had the opportunity to work with, meet, encourage, and get to know a TON of women in our city--not to mention seeing so many of my *already-friends* on a daily basis!!! There's something about sweating and working side by side that creates instant bonding. Evidently that makes us "Burn Sisters" now.
And working alongside one of my best friends is a pretty great perk too. :)
If there's a Burn Boot Camp near you, try it. You won't regret it. It's unlike anything I've seen and I'm excited to be a part of it.
He got braces, we skated, we retreated and vacationed. She made the team while he tickled the keys, but Graves had me grounded while he made the meat. We said goodbye to Perkins and welcomed some kittens. We traveled a little to visit our family, started new school years, and chopped off lots of hair. We worked and we played, sometimes in costumes, and she got to go to the Capital City! And wouldn't you know it, 40 came fast, and no one's surprised we like it best on the ocean!
2018 has not been quite what we hoped it would be. While there were certainly plenty of good times sprinkled in there, it ended up being a year threaded with emotional and physical hardship in many areas of our lives and in the lives of the people closest to us. Looking back, that sounds much more dramatic than it probably is, so don't get too concerned, we're doing just fine!
So, while there were more downs that we would have liked, it made us appreciate the highs more than ever. And through it all, we learned some lessons, experienced a lot of growth, and matured a little more along the road.
We're thankful to God for taking care of us in the good times and the bad, and for the friends and family that enrich our lives everyday with their presense. We're looking forward to 2019 as a little older, a little wiser, and hopefully a little stronger too.
And lest anyone think a family photo shoot is easy -- remember this: No one needs to know how many outtakes there are for one good family photo.
Wishing you and yours a happy holiday season and 2019.
Love, Andrea, Ben, Ayla & Paxton
When I cut several inches off my hair back in August, I knew it wouldn't be long before I was ready to chop it MUCH shorter. In many ways, the inbetween length was to get the people around me ready to see me with short hair again!
There was nothing wrong with my longer hair (or mid-length either), I was just kind of tired of dealing with all of it, and wanted it off my neck again. And even though it's been a LONG time, I'm no stranger to short hair...
(circa 2008, pregnant with Paxton)
And now that I've been taking care of my curls and using better products and techniques to style it with natural curl, I feel like I can make it look a little better than my freshman year of high school triangular perm... (circa 1994)
So, maybe I'll be "Andrea Nokes circa 1994" for Halloween? Chokers are back in style you know...
Thankfully, Ben wasn't too shocked by the change (since he looks at me the most) and I think he even likes it.
I, for one, LOVE it and am so glad I did it.
So, time for a "Graves" update, because there's been a lot going on. This is long and detailed and not that interesting to most people (unless you too have Graves Disease), but I'd like to keep a record of this whole process while I'm going through it.
First -- if you're catching up, I was diagnosed with Graves Disease back in June this year (2018).
For those that this means something to, here are my stats and bloodwork results at my diagnosis appointment:
- T4 - 3.08 (normal is.76 to 1.46)
- T3 - 16.48 (normal is 2.18 to 3.98)
- TSH - <.005 (normal is .358 to 3.740)
- BP - 111/75
- HR - 94 (resting heart rate!)
My endocrinologist put me on Methizimole 10mg, an anti-thyroid to reduce production of my thyroid hormones and Propranolol 20mg (3x per day), a beta-blocker to help ease all of the insane symptoms I was having like tremors racing heart rate.
Within a few days, I could tell an improvement in how I felt, and was even able to do a little bit of exercise. I continued to eat a TON of food everyday to keep up with my overactive metabolism. But even so, if I tried to accomplish too much, I'd pay for it later in headaches, fatigue, soreness, and crabbiness. I continued to have less, but still present, issues with my voice feeling weak, having trouble with word recall, and just not being able to accomplish even 50% of what used to be normal for me in a day.
At the end of June, I went in for more bloodwork.
- T4 - 2.54 (normal is.76 to 1.46)
- T3 - 8.50 (normal is 2.18 to 3.98)
- TSH - <.005 (normal is .358 to 3.740)
My endocrinologist (Dr. Callejas) increased my Methizimole to 15mg.
I continued to have trouble with weight loss unless I was eating over 3,000 calories a day. On days when I was tired, I couldn't keep up with eating, so I'd lose a pound by morning. I started adding protein shakes to my day to try and combat the loss of muscle I was experiencing.
If I was feeling up to it, I'd exercise--mostly light weights, so that I wasn't losing calories doing cardio.
By the end of July, I was feeling pretty good, and *almost* normal with pretty good energy levels -- which was supported on August 3rd when I went back for more bloodwork, which was just slightly hyperthyroid :
- T4 - 1.68 (normal is .76 to 1.46)
- T3 - 5.62 (normal is 2.18 to 3.98)
- TSH - <.005 (normal is .358 to 3.740)
Somewhere around the first week or two of August, I started noticing some jaw pain on the left side of my face. I figured I just chewed something weirdly and that it would go away. But I would notice it every once in a while start to hurt. I didn't think it was related...
I asked if I could stop taking the Propranolol (which I was still taking 3x a day) since my levels were almost normal. My doctor said I could, but just a few days off of it had me feeling shaky and having jumbled words and confusion, and my jaw started hurting pretty significantly during this time, so I went back to 2x a day.
After a full week of pretty severe jaw pain, which traveled to my throat and my ear (all on the left side), I went to my regular doctor to have it checked out. At the time I was eating only soft or liquid foods and having a lot of pain when chewing, talking, etc.
She looked in my ear, said it looked okay, but suspected maybe some sinus issues and drainage could be causing the pain. She gave me a steroid shot, told me to take Sudafed for a week in addition to my regular Flonase and Claritin and see how it did.
We also checked my white blood count (which was normal) and my B12, which was up to 482 (normal range is 193-986), so she suggested I double-up on the oral dosage of B12 vitamins.
After a few days, I wasn't getting any better, and my ear felt even worse. I was having sharp pains in my ear, particularly if I laid down. So I called her again, and she gave me a steroid pack to take and suggested I see my dentist about possible TMJ issues with my jaw.
My dentist took a look, thought a bite plate could help with the TMJ issues, but sent me to an Oral Surgeon for detailed x-rays. The fact that it was only on one side seemed odd to her. I bought an over-the-counter bite plate and began using it around 8/31. It started helping my jaw almost immediately, but my ear continued to be a problem.
I saw an oral surgeon a few days later, who said x-rays looked okay and he didn't see anything to be concerned about. He said to keep using the bite plate, and gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxer to take at night and Celebrex to replace the 6 naproxen I was taking everyday for the pain. He said to give that 2 weeks, and then see an ENT if I was still having trouble.
Which I was. My jaw improved quite a bit, so I'm guessing there WAS some teeth clenching going on at night. But my ear continued to be very very painful, all day long. Almost electric, burning, contraction-like pain throughout the day.
Meanwhile, on 9/7/18 I saw my endocrinologist for my 3-month checkup (I got really good at doctor's appointments this month)....
I had new bloodwork done:
- T4 - 1.3 (normal is.76 to 1.46)
- T3 - 3.57 (normal is 2.18 to 3.98)
- TSH - <.005 (normal is .358 to 3.740)
Good news, I guess. My T4 and T3 were back in normal range, so she reduced my Methizimole back down to 10mg per day. I was still taking Propranolol 20mg 2x a day. As well as a muscle relaxer at night and Celebrex to help with the pain. I felt like a walking drug store. Because, don't forget, I was still taking Flonase, Claritin, Sudafed, and vitamins....
And, on top of that, my endocrinologist suggested I ask my regular doctor to prescribe me some stronger pain meds while I was figuring things out. So then, I got to get the third degree from my pharmacist and REALLY feel like a druggie, taking Hydrocodone to get through the day. I only took a few of those over a period of a few days. They sufficiently terrified me of painkiller addiction, and really, they didn't help that much with my ear pain anyhow.
Since I hadn't been eating much (because of my jaw pain), I did notice around this time that my appetite slowed down quite a bit, and I was no longer losing as much weight. I've stayed pretty stable at about 4-5 lbs less than when I started this whole journey. Probably mostly muscle-loss at this point.
Around this time 9/10/18, I was so fed up with all the pills, I decided to start cutting back on my 2nd Propranolol, that I had been taking in the evenings. My endocrinologist had said I could wean off of them, and I figured that was one I could start cutting out. For a few days, I tried to go without at all, and later realized it was better to take one in the morning and that would get me through the whole day without having extra anxiety and heart racing. After a week or two, the one Propranolol a day felt ok.
But otherwise, I continued to be completely exhausted and tired of hurting constantly. My ear continued to hurt, I was always sleeping (sometimes several hours in the middle of the day) and I was very very very grumpy.
I finally saw an ENT on 9/21/18. He checked my ear, my hearing, the pressure in my ears, and essentially said everything looked okay and it was likely stress-related. He gave me some ear drops to try for a week (without taking celebrex or naproxen or hydrocodone) and said to see him in 2 weeks if it hadn't improved and an MRI would be the next step.
I tried the ear drops, which mostly just made my ear feel full of gunk, and continued to feel awful and exhausted.
At this point, I was pretty sure all of this was stress and anxiety-related, exacerbated by my Graves Disease condition, and triggered by a lot of environmental and life factors -- family stress, stress of the fall schedule we were keeping, stress from changes at church, stress from being sick at all, and from trying to find dietary solutions to autoimmune disease, etc.
I found myself having to rest all day just to be able to perform and be present at the required event of the day -- usually one of Ayla's volleyball games.
If I *could* muster up the energy to exercise, I tried to, because NOT being able to exercise stressed me out even more. But then, it made me tired and I had to recouperate. It was a terrible cycle.
Finally, at the end of September, we decided to make an impromptu family trip to the beach for a long weekend. Ben insisted that I needed to competely relax and really we ALL needed a few days to be together. So we went.
Evidently, the beach is the best medicine. It took me over 24 hours to finally unwind, but then I could feel my jaw and my ear and my head all finally calm down and the stress I'd been carrying inside my body released.
We had a glorious and restful weekend, and when I came back I continued to feel quite a bit better. Occasionally my ear would tweak (particularly when thinking or talking about something stressful), or my throat would hurt a little, but I stopped taking any painkillers, wasn't needing to use the bite plate at night, and overall, have felt much much much better, even though I have still had some fatigue and headaches since then.
To continue my progress, I've been heavily researching the AIP Paleo diet, and starting to make substitutions and gradual changes in my diet that have helped other people with autoimmune diseases control their symptoms and prevent additional autoimmune diseases from developing. I'm not ready to go cold turkey yet (because honestly, I still need to mourn the end of my beloved cheez-it and sweets diet), but my hope is to try the strict elimination AIP diet at the start of 2019.
I read the book The Thyroid Connection by Amy Myers, MD., who also had Graves Disease and has helped many people with autoimmune diseases reverse their conditions through diet, supplements and lifestyle changes. I also have been going through the podcasts that correspond to The Autoimmune Wellness Handbook, which addresses nutrition, stress, sleep, exercise, and more. Both have been very helpful in understanding the full picture of living with autoimmune diseases, health and wellness--all things I've definitely taken for granted.
After seeing what Dr. Amy Myers recommended as far as supplements (she sells her own brand, of course), I've decided to test out some high-end multi-vitamins that are comparable, I think--but I'm no doctor, and my own experience results aren't in yet--to help fill-in nutritionally until I'm able to fully tackle my diet.
(I should mention here that I consulted both my endocrinologist as well as my primary doctor about taking these supplements. My endocrinologist has insisted that diet doesn't affect Graves Disease, as well as that supplements aren't regulated or well-studied, so she didn't seem to think they were necessary or helpful. While she definitely did not support or encourage that I take these, she did look at the ingredients and did say that she did not think they would be harmful. My primary doctor said they looked like pretty solid supplements and was interested to hear how they worked. She has been the doctor to encourage me to take B12 supplements in the past, both as injections as well as orally, since I was found to be deficient in B12 when I was initially diagnosed. Both doctors are part of the conventional medical field, and are not functional medicine practitioners, who will traditionally look more at lifestyle, nutrition, and environmental factors for healing.)
After reading this unbiased multivitamin ranking, and seeing that the multi-vitamin I *was* taking was number 87 on the list and scored only 1.3 on their efficacy scale, I thought it might be wise to try something more effective. If you believe in that sort of thing. Which, I'm VERY skeptical about, both in whether vitamins & supplements are necessary at all AND because the ones I bought are from an MLM company -- which I had promised myself for the past 18 years that I would not participate in purchasing from any MLM companies. It's against ALL my rules. (I don't like that the products don't just speak for themselves and that there's a business "sell" attached to them. It feels icky to me.)
But, the Shaklee Vitalizer Women's vitamin strip ranks #8 on that list, with an efficacy score of 8.2, they claim to be natural, they seem to have all or most of the things that Dr. Amy Myers suggested in her book, the company has been around for 60 years, I've felt like garbage for months, and nutrition and nutrients appear to play a significant role in healing. So, I guess I'll give them 30 days and see how I'm feeling.
That, in conjunction with an improved nutritional diet, rest, and stress reduction, I'm HOPING will begin to make a long term difference in how I feel while dealing with this disease.
I stopped taking Propranolol completely on 10/16/2018 with no ill effects whatsoever. I continued to take the vitamin strip I've been trying out (which includes a probiotic and omega-3s) for all of October and November. I also continued to take 10mg of Methizimole as prescribed and my daily Claritin.
I felt fantastic for the rest of October and all of November. Better than what "normal" used to feel like for me. I was able to exercise 5-6 days a week, doing 20 minute HIIT workouts, lifting weights at the gym, or 2-3 mile runs in the neighborhood, depending on the amount of time and enery I had each day. I didn't feel like I needed a nap every day and was able to stay up later in the evenings again.
While I definitely ate better throughout those weeks (more whole and fewer processed) foods, particularly for breakfast and lunch each day, by evening, I definitely indulged in whatever was for dinner as well as my treasured box of Cheez-Its.
In general, my mood has been great, especially since I wasn't in pain or exhausted for what seemed like the first time in 6 months.
Was it the vitamins? Maybe. Feeling good definitely directly correlates to when I was taking them...but so did other life factors like less family stress, less on the schedule and better foods. So, in order to find out, I'm NOT going to take them in December and see how I do. So far...I've had headaches I had to take tylenol for two days since I stopped taking them, which I haven't had since the beginning of October. And I've been really crabby for the past three days -- but I haven't slept enough in the past week, so could just be normal tiredness.
Most recent labwork:
T3 - 2.72 (2.18-3.98 normal)
T4 - 0.80 (0.76-1.46 normal)
TSH - 0.424 (0.358-3.740 normal)
TSI - 637 (was 535 in June, should be <140)
BP - 112/54
HR - 70 bpm
Over the past three weeks, I've definitely been more worn down, a little crabbier, and tire more easily. Not SUPER significantly, but enough that I notice the difference. I'm also in the middle of a busy season of work as well as preparing for Christmas, which takes more energy and time than my normal routine. Also, I caught a cold. :(
So, again...stay tuned for my very non-scientific study. I'll update again in January.
Sometimes, you just need a change. It's not that I didn't love my long curly hair -- it's just that it's been long for almost 9 years. With all the health problems and stress I've had in the past two years, I felt like my long hair was dragging my already-tired face down even more, and it was time for something a little more springy.... and it's not like I haven't had short hair before...
I asked for something like these photos below and my hairdresser asked me several times, "Are you sure? That's very short in the back. No ponytails anymore!" I assured her I was certain, and to just do it!!
Even if it's just psychological, I think it helped, and I'm excited to have a new "look" for a while. And bonus, my hair no longer gets caught up in my purse strap anymore!
The pics above were immediately after the haircut, but after washing it the next morning and letting it air dry with all the right curly girl products, I couldn't believe how curly it got!
The kids came home from school and it took them both several hours to notice that I cut my hair at all. So maybe it wasn't as dramatic as I thought!
I can just about guarantee in a few months, I'll go a little shorter. ;)
If you've followed my Instagram stories recently, you know that I've been sick for several weeks. Here's the story of what's been going on:
It started just before Mother's Day with suddenly unexplainably sore muscles, achy joints and extreme fatigue that lasted for weeks. I was short of breath, light-headed and couldn't do anything other than lie in bed or on the couch.
The whole week my mom was in town, I was in bed and asleep by 8:30 or 9pm from pure exhaustion and everything I did took SO MUCH energy out of me.
I literally, paintstakingly and at a snail's pace, moved from the couch to bed and back again for a solid week. Every single joint was constantly throbbing and aching.
Finally, just after Memorial Day, when my body hurt so bad I couldn't even hold the pages of a book open without pain, I went to see my doctor for a Mono test. My doctor decided to do several different blood tests since I didn't have a sore throat or fever.
When the results came back, it wasn't at all what I had expected. I had a vitamin B12 deficiency and my T4 thyroid hormone was overproducing. So, she ordered a B12 shot and a visit to an endocrinologist. I had hoped the B12 shot would boost my energy some, and while I did have a day or two of *slight* improvement, it was still pretty awful and clear that my thyroid was the real problem.
While I waited to see the endocrinologist, my symptoms progressed. Hand tremors, rapid heartbeat, tingling hands and feet, trouble with word recall, nausea, and additional weight loss. Simple tasks like writing checks (not to mention painting my signs) were extremely difficult, both painful and ridiculously wobbly. Thank goodness for Ben and the kids who were very understanding and helpful while I was incapacitated.
By the grace of God, I was put on a high priority list and was able to get an appointment with the endocrinologist within a week. My initial apppointment wasn't going to be until mid-August and I couldn't imagine this going on for that long untreated and feeling so awful!
After an ultrasound, several more blood tests, and a talk with the endocrinologist, she diagnosed me with Graves Disease, an autoimmune disorder that basically means my thyroid is working overtime.
So, now I'm learning a "new normal" including daily medication, Methimazole (10mg, 1x daily to stop overproduction of my thyroid hormones) and Propranolol (20mg 3x daily, to reduce my symptoms) that-so far-appears to be helping. One week on the meds and I have much more energy, very little pain, and I feel like I can finally, slowly, start building back muscle and endurance.
It may be a long and bumpy road as we figure this all out, and I'm trying to recognize and realize that it's not a quick fix, but I'm grateful it's least treatable, though unfortunately not curable.
Thank you to all who have checked on me, encouraged me and prayed for me! I'm *hoping* the worst is over for me, but am trying to be realistic and be aware of possible complications along the way.
Tip: Don't Google experiences with Graves Disease...many of the extreme stories aren't encouraging and are downright scary.
(Propped up by a railing and Ben, a little bit of illness couldn't keep me from Chuy's)
But I'm ok, and it'll all be fine. God will get all of us through it. I might just have to slow down a little (or a lot).
Ayla is selling Girl Scout cookies to raise money for her troop's trip to Savannah this spring (and she's very excited, as you can see). If you don't already have your own Girl Scout to purchase from, she'd be thrilled if you'd help her toward her goal of selling 300 boxes!
(A Message From Ayla)
I would love it if you ordered cookies from me! We have a new cookie called Girl Scout S'mores! I made a slide show that shows all of the different kinds of cookies!
- Thin Mints $4.00 a box
- Tagalongs $4.00 a box
- Samoas $4.00 a box
- Savannah Smiles $4.00 a box
- Trefoils $4.00 a box
- Do-Si-Dos $4.00 a box
- Toffee-Tastic $5.00 a box
- Girl Scout S'mores $5.00 a box
We'll have cookies in-hand and ready to deliver at the end of January. Thank you for supporting her and her troop!