Month: July 2018

Living on the edge while working on the frontier

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I manage and help write proposals at a university placed by the Times Higher Education in the world’s top 1 percent. Few places on earth are better for studying and advancing research in industrial, computer, electrical engineering; materials science; earth and space exploration; and biotechnology.

In doing my job, I see even before other academics and researchers how the world’s best scientists and engineers expand the frontiers of their chosen fields.

One engineer has a method for getting rid of dendrites in lithium batteries. I cannot say anymore than that, but in short, he and his partners know how to overcome one of physics and chemistry’s biggest obstacles to higher-capacity, longer-lasting lithium batteries in smartphones, drones, laptops, and electric cars.

A team of biochemists is folding nucleic acid nanostructures into geometrical shapes that can be used to reinvent biology on a nanoscale. Some day soon, they may be able to fold DNA and RNA—nature’s genetic instructions for life to grow, develop, function, and reproduce—into cures and treatments for cancer and infectious diseases.

My hope is they or someone else uses such methods to invent a cure for autoimmune diseases like dermatomyositis.

Living on the edge of what’s possible in modern medicine in a chaotic world seemingly controlled by corrupt institutions can be discouraging. Not knowing what cures and treatments await me induces as much anxiety as simply having the disease and as much frustration as dealing with hospital and insurance bureaucracies.

But it helps knowing such people are out there, looking at ways to improve humanity and society, to make our lives easier, is encouraging—especially for those of us waiting for a miracle.

The spirituality and sensitivity of broken skin

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I look at the rashes covering my skin. I wonder if people notice, if the woman looking at me at the gym thinks I’m cute or just some monster.

Is God punishing me? Mocking me? Testing my faith? Has the devil come to collect the bill for the body I sold to keep my soul? Has Anubis weighed my heart against a feather and sentenced me to a watery, crocodilian hell?

Am I an evolutionary accident, some creature that should never have survived infancy, some being that should not be? Of the 20,000 genes in my body, should a single mutation change render me less than human?

Most people ask if I’m sunburned. I try to be polite, but how do I explain autoimmunity to the grandmother at the dermatology clinic, to the child at the store?

Before my first visit to the dermatologist two months ago, the rashes itched and burned so horribly I could not sleep—even with two antihistamines and melatonin. I could not sit in my own home with the fan on because the moving air scratched and irritated my skin. I hid under blankets to relieve the pain.

I’ve never been more thankful for prednisone.

The Hebrew Bible refers to skin diseases as tsara’at—meaning to be thrown down or humiliated. Those afflicted with these conditions were considered ritually impure; presumably, their disease was God punishing them for behaving immoral.

The Bible is not alone in its discussions of skin diseases nor are the Jews unique in their treatment of persons with them. As Philip D Shenefelt and Debrah A Shenefelt point out, across cultures, humans feel a spiritual connection with our largest organ, perhaps because it is the part of us most visible, and “persons with visible skin disorders have often been stigmatized or even treated as outcasts.”

Though we understand more than ever about skin diseases, though modern persons are not ostracized or forced to shout “unclean” as they walk down the street, I often still feel judged—even if the only one judging is the person looking back at me in the mirror.

Since being treated with corticosteroids, my symptoms have improved. My face is mostly clear, save for my Rudolph nose. The itching and burning is a fraction of what it was. I sleep better. I walk taller.

And hopefully, in time, my doctors and I will find a treatment to make my skin look new. In time, I will again feel human.

Exercise and dermatomyositis

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Exercise is important for all of us. For me, it may save my life.

The worst symptom of dermatomyositis is muscle weakness. This happens because when you have myositis, anti-inflammatory cells meant for fighting infection attack your muscle cells. Over time, without regular use, your muscles waste away faster than they would in a healthy person.

Exercise is one of the best ways to combat the muscle deterioration caused by dermatomyositis.

This, of course, means I will have to give up my dreams of becoming a fitness model for a Slavic-language bodybuilding magazine or the National Football League’s oldest rookie wide receiver. Similarly, I will no longer be moonlighting as a piano-moving, tuxedo-clad male stripper. Sorry, ladies.

But muscles are not just for opening safety-sealed jars and trying to embody all that is man. You use muscles every time you move, talk, blink, wink, beat, or breathe.

The body’s diaphragm and external intercoastal muscles operate the lungs and help expand and contract our chest cavities. If these become weak, breathing becomes tough. If they get weak enough, you can’t breathe at all.

The heart is also a muscle. If your anti-inflammatory cells begin to attack it, without treatment, your heart would eventually fail. Fortunately, heart involvement in dermatomyositis only occurs in about 10–15 percent of patients. Fortunately for me, my last electrocardiogram revealed no abnormalities.

Exercise is important for all of us.

For me, it may save my life.

To keep my lungs and heart healthy and regain the lost strength in my muscles, they need to be exerted and stressed. They need to continue to break down and rebuild themselves to combat my immune system.

My whole life I have stayed active, so working out adds nothing new to my routine. At times, I lifted weights, ran, or played touch football with friends as many as five days a week. The last several years, I added protein or creatine or other workout supplements to help build muscle and soften the jump over age 30—at which point, almost all men start to see their athletic performance decline.

So I’m ahead of the game. And doing more of the same—exercising, eating well—can only help me for now. Plus, turns out, creatine supplements are a safe, relatively inexpensive way to improve muscle performance and function in dermatomyositis patients.

What is dermatomyositis?

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My dermatologist called this week with my skin biopsy and blood test results.

Microscopes revealed my purplish rashes are thickening my skin in places, wasting it in others. Inflammatory cells meant for fighting infections have clustered around my blood vessels.

My blood shows elevated levels of creatine kinase and aldolase, the former an enzyme that breaks down the creatine commonly used by athletes and bodybuilders, the latter an enzyme that helps convert glucose into energy; these enzymes presence in my blood reveal I have muscle damage.

I have dermatomyositis.

Dermatomyositis is an inflammatory disorder in which the immune system mistakes the body’s muscle and skin cells for invaders and attacks them.

No autoimmune disease diagnosis is good. But the more common ones—lupus, psoriasis, rheumatoid arthritis—have modern treatments, including advanced immunosuppressive drugs. Over 90 percent of those afflicted with such diseases in the United States live a full life.

Dermatomyositis affects less than five in 100,000 people. Odds are my dermatologist has seen only a handful of cases in his lifetime (even in a city of five million). By contrast, over three million Americans have psoriasis. Lupus is about half as common as psoriasis, affecting 20 to 70 in 100,000.

To compare these autoimmune disorders with the more familiar, as many as 35 million Americans every year get the flu; 38.4 percent of Americans have or will have cancer.

An estimated 16,000 people in the United States have dermatomyositis. Considering the world’s third largest population is spread out over the world’s fourth largest country, the chances you ever meet one of them is very small.

None of these figures are to downplay the symptoms and suffering of other autoimmune, infectious disease, or cancer patients. These merely illustrate the rarity. If lupus is a medical-school disease, then dermatomyositis is that annoying challenge question some irritating MD-PhD-MPH snuck onto his medical student’s exams (interesting med-school fact: to the untrained eye, skin biopsies from dermatomyositis and lupus look very similar under a microscope).

Dermatomyositis is an inflammatory disorder in which the immune system mistakes the body’s muscle and skin cells for invaders and attacks them.

Major symptoms of dermatomyositis

  • Itchy, painful, bleeding purplish-reddish rashes occurring along the shoulder line like a shawl or in a V-shaped pattern above the breasts
  • Gottron’s papules, which are scaly, red rashes on the knuckles, elbows, and knees
  • Muscle weakness
dermatomyositis muscle biopsy under a microscope
In myositis patients, immune cells attack the body’s muscle cells, causing muscle damage and weakness. Here, the immune cells are purple, the muscle cells pink.

Other symptoms of dermatomyositis

  • Rashes around the eyes and on the face made worse by exposure to sunlight
  • Swollen, sometimes painful joints
  • Difficulty breathing from weakening lung muscles or interstitial lung disease
  • Difficulty swallowing
  • Calcium deposits

By modern standards, treatments for dermatomyositis are primitive. Every single drug used to combat any form of myositis was developed and used for something else like treating cancer or malaria. All of these have serious, even life-altering or life-threatening side effects. Corticosteroids are the first-line treatment, but they are not without serious risks; long-term users can develop additional muscle weakness, peptic ulcers, steroid dementia, osteoporosis, or Cushing’s syndrome.

Of course, doing nothing is not an option. Without treatment, dermatomyositis kills you.

So where does that leave me? Where does it leave others battling some form of myositis?

I don’t yet know.

Exercise and physical therapy will be very important and may one day save my lungs or my life. Stem-cell therapy may eventually work. New wonder drugs and therapies are being invented all the time. New uses for current drugs are always being explored. Meanwhile, there’s prednisone. And I’m not giving up on myself, on my disease, or on the marvels of modern medicine.

When knowing something is worse than knowing nothing

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Antinuclear antibodies. Autoimmune. I thought they were terms from contrived Hollywood procedurals to make the characters sound smart, words worth dismissing alongside the rest of the medical-school jargon I overhear in hospitals or read in news articles posted on the wall at the internist’s office.

Now, in some poststructural mockery of my own life, of my own beliefs, those words play hegemon over my mind like the Bratva over Moscow. Language has become reality. Who I am, who I was is lost.

Antinuclear antibodies. Autoimmune. I thought they were terms from contrived Hollywood procedurals to make the characters sound smart. Now, those words have become my reality.

For almost a decade, I have bowed to no god in heaven or earth, sworn allegiance to no flag but my own, obeyed no master but myself. I now supplicate to some being I cannot hear, I cannot see, wondering what a handful of numbers mean.

My last blood tests showed my antinuclear antibodies exceed thirty times the normal range. An indirect fluorescent antibody test returned a speckled pattern. My rheumatoid factor—another antibody test—is elevated.

My breaths are shallow. My chest is tight. My arms, legs, and chest are covered in rashes. Sunlight is either the cure or its burning me from the outside in, and I, like the biblical Job, cry “Violence!” to a god I do not believe in; I hear no answer—not from Jehovah, not from my doctors.

My internist suspects lupus or some other mixed connective tissue disease. My dermatologist believes I have dermatomyositis. Both say I need more tests.

Antibodies are proteins produced by the body in response to foreign substances—for example, viruses, bacteria, toxins. Antinuclear antibodies (ANAs) are produced when the body fails to adequately distinguish between what cells do and do not belong. Though healthy bodies can and do produce ANAs, more often, high concentrations of ANAs indicate an infection, most often, an autoimmune disorder.

I now wait with just enough information to make me anxious, paranoid, afraid, hopeless, depressed, but not enough knowledge to move through Kübler-Ross’s remaining stages of grief.

I spend too much time online reading about these diseases, wondering why I have them and from where they come. I am a sinner in the hands of this enigmatic twenty-first-century god, this omniscient being we call the internet, this entity with all the answers. I search website after website, looking at prognoses, forecasting my future. I see no answers.

My chest x-rays are negative for any lung disease. My electrocardiogram (ECG/EKG, depending on how much Greek you know) was completely normal. I try to focus on these positives, but I wonder if I am just bargaining. Grief stage two.

I speak with my girlfriend, with my parents, with close friends, with my therapist. I let some of my coworkers in on my news—after all, they need to know why speaking has become tough, why some days are more exhausting than others, why I keep leaving for different doctors. All are encouraging. They assure me modern medicine always has a cure (or at least a treatment).

But does it?

I try to remain positive. But at what point does optimism become denial?