“The soldiers are drinking, smoking, partying, and up to shenanigans.”
/The title is Dr. Elizabeth Seymour’s description of my compliment immune system. It made me giggle LOL! Unfortunately, Mast Cell Activation Disorder (MCAD) is confirmed a second time. I was hopeful they would tell me I did not have it and there was some other problem that had a simple solution.
It has been a challenging three weeks in Texas. Some additional issues have been unmasked during my time here, and of course, they are weirder and complex. Why should weird and complex change now?!?! LOL!
I forgot how reactive I was in the past, but the last three weeks have been a reminder. I had to be off my prior regimen for testing, but the difference this time is I now have a “rescue” plan in place that is safer. I was wondering what I would do if I ever had anaphylaxis again because since the dysautonomia developed Epi pen use was a scary intervention with a likely arrythmia.
The first week of testing was the most challenging with many, many, reactions and “rescues.” The rescuing continued during my time here, but staff changed how many tests we would get through in a day. A mixture of rescue antigens individually dosed, tri-salts, buffered vitamin C, and oxygen brought me back many times during the past three weeks and I am grateful to have this new plan. The information obtained during the last three weeks is priceless.
Remember the meme I posted on one of my previous entries? If not, it is part of this blog entry because it is now true, I am truly reactive to the universe-it used to be a lighthearted joke! LOL! The test results explained why it has been so hard for me to fully rejoin society and why I have so many problems for days afterward when I try. I am highly reactive to many things including perfume and laundry products, and all VOC’s commonly found in office buildings. I learned about all the terrible things in perfume, and this is also a plea to the public to stop increasing your toxic cup and mine.
Acceptance can be a complex and challenging journey. I am not the first woman with breast implant illness to develop MCAD, and I will not be the last. At the specialty clinic, they have seen this since the breast implants of the 80’s. I asked the top breast surgeon the right questions when I decided to undergo breast reconstruction including questioning the very small print that I could barely see about implant autoimmune issues. She said she had not seen it in her 20-to-25-year career. “Look the silicone cannot travel.” Too bad she did not know or did not believe that the shell of the implant sloughed off after implantation. She still performs breast augmentation with breast implants. This signifies to me she still does not believe they can cause harm. There was no updated research at the time to compare the implants of the 80’s to the implants of 2011. I found myself revisiting feelings of anger at breast implant manufactures during my time here, but I do not want to live in an angry, resentful place, so I let those feelings go quickly.
While I look forward with positivity, like I always do, I also revisited feelings of sadness. I wish I had known then, what I know now. I wish I had found the Facebook support groups that helped me piece together what was wrong with me, back when I was making the decision about breast reconstruction. I wish I was one of the quick healers, and I wish the consequences of my decision to undergo reconstruction did not result in MCAD. I wish those who love me and are closest to me did not have to see me struggling and must change their lives to keep me safe. I wish we did not live in such a toxic world where manufacturers are allowed to do whatever they want with very little consequence, if any consequence. The earth, animals, and lives are being impacted severely. I worry how a toxic world will impact my daughter and stepchildren, who are young and impressionable and believe if the product indicates it is safe, it is. Kids are developing immune system issues and cancer at an alarming rate. It was rare, 40 years ago.
While I revisited some negative feelings the last three weeks, it was just real and honest. I choose not to let my mind live in a negative space. It is important to me to practice gratitude daily as part of healing. I want to thank Dr. Seymour and her amazing staff for taking the time to educate me, “rescue” me, and for not being surprised by anything I told you. I am grateful to the alternative providers who have helped me along my healing journey. A huge thanks to Dr. Doyle and her staff in MN for also believing everything I reported, even when it did not make sense. You were the one that figured out what was wrong with me. Thank you for not making me feel like I was nuts, like some other providers have. Dr. Doyle and her staff have always advocated for my best interests and tried to help me achieve better baselines. I am grateful for Melissa at Healing Within, who is my hydrocolon therapist, for the many chats and expertise. I am grateful my daughter still loves me, and encourages me to keep fighting, even though there were times I had no energy and was too ill to be the mom I wanted to be. When I regain my energy, I will join the alliance to to fight for a safer world for my daughter and my future grandchildren. I have tremendous respect for my wonderful husband, who stood by me through all of it. My health issues started eight months after we met. We have been together nine years. He stood by me, researched for me when I was too exhausted and cognitively impaired, he found the breast implant support groups for me to read the warriors stories and piece together what was happening to me. For seven years he drove to me, sometimes up to 1.5 hours, to see me even if I only had an hour or so to see him. We have only been married for two years and “for better or worse, in sickness and health” has been challenged many times. He has wiped my tears and celebrated my gains, supported medical leave, and now a job loss due to my employer no longer wishing to medically accommodate me. He encouraged me to re-launch my business. He knows how much I love working with others to support their healing journeys-my clients inspire me and bring me joy. I am thankful for my family, who support and love me. My aunts are like my sisters, especially my aunt Penny who listened when I cried and was frustrated and experienced loss. There are not enough words to express my gratitude, respect, and love for all who have supported me on this journey. I am grateful for new friends and old, who I know are there if I need them.
My journey to remission will not be achieved in three more months, I know that now, and I accept it. It realistically will be at least another year, but I will be in a much better place in three to six months. It might be a while before my next blog entry as I am focused on healing, growing my business, and finding additional employment opportunities if an employer will accommodate my needs. I have something to give, and I am not broken.
I close this entry with hope and peace. I am tired, but ready to battle soldiers-you WILL stop drinking, smoking, partying, and participating in shenanigans in my body because my will and desire to heal is stronger and I have an army who will help get you back in line! My healing story is not over yet…