The Best and Worst News of My Life

My whole life, I thought I was the biggest wimp alive.  Until one day, when I was commiserating with my sister about how we have more aches and pains now that we're in our 30s. I explained how much pain  and fatigue I have each day, fully expecting her to say something along of the lines of "Yeah, me too!"

She didn't.  Instead, she looked at me and said, "Wow. I couldn't deal with that everyday."

It was at that point I realized that maybe not everyone felt as bad as me all the time, and maybe I wasn't just being weak and pathetic. I started asking other friends and family members about their pain levels each day and discovered that I had been wrong my entire life.

I decided to write down a list of all of my symptoms and take it to the doctor to see what she said. I'd asked many doctors about my symptoms before, but had never mentioned more than a couple at once.  They would run a few tests that inevitably came back normal and say there was nothing wrong with me. Once complete, my list consisted of hypermobility, joint pain and stiffness, dislocations/subluxations/sprains, back pain, muscle pain and spasms, buckling knees, GI issues, chronic fatigue, headaches, severe heat intolerance, an inability to regulate body temperature, easy bruising and scarring, dizziness, brain fog, and more. I also had diagnoses of asthma, eczema, acid reflux disease, and vocal cord dysfunction.

When I handed the list to my doctor, her eyes widened. She wasn't even sure where to begin, so she sent me off to a neurologist who ran several tests on me that all came back normal (surprise, surprise.) So she referred me to a rheumatologist. The rheumatologist was booked out about 6 months so I sat back to wait for my appointment. During that time, I started researching my symptoms and realized that my medically complex son, Davy, who had been diagnosed with an unspecified connective tissue disorder had similar symptoms as me.  My other three children also did, but to lesser degrees.

It was around that time that I posted a picture of Davy's hypermobile ankle on Instagram, and someone asked if he had Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.  I immediately started researching it and realized that it fit my boys and me perfectly.

In March 2016, I took Davy in for his regular genetic appointment and mentioned Ehlers Danlos to his geneticist.  I showed her my list of symptoms and it was like a lightbulb went on in the room.  She informally diagnosed us both with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and set up half a clinic day to do an in-depth examination on me and my three other children in June, 2016 at which point she would make the diagnosis official.  

I cried in the elevator on the way down to the parking garage while Davy jabbered happily to himself in his stroller.  I had just received a diagnosis of an incurable, untreatable, progressive genetic disease for both me and my son, and yet, they were tears of joy.  After a lifetime of thinking I was a pathetic wimp, I finally knew that I wasn't.  My entire life had just been validated, and everything made sense.  I could stop pushing my body beyond what it was capable of doing in an effort to be normal and start taking care of myself.  Even more importantly, I could make sure that whichever of my kids also received the diagnosis, learned to take care of their bodies properly from an early age.

After 30 years, my life finally made sense.  It was the best news of my life, but also the worst.  I'd always had a hope that I would get better someday, and now I know that not only will I not get better, I will continue to get worse.  But knowing the kind of pain my children will have growing up and knowing the struggles they will face...that's an even harder pill to swallow.


Have you or your child received a diagnosis of a chronic illness?  How did you react?

    






This post is linked up at Being Fibro Mom and Let Me Tel U A Story
This post also appeared on The Mighty and First for Women