Life with Neuropathy

                                  YOU Are One of the First 10,000 Visitors:  Thanks for Stopping By! Thanks for visiting the LifeWithNeuropathy blog and reading some random thoughts about surviving and thriving with the pain of peripheral neuropathy.  I was initially diagnosed with Idiopathic Peripheral Neuropathy. Then my neurologist decided -- after much testing -- that I had CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demylinating Polyneuropathy). Next I was forced to get a second opinion because my old neuro doc moved away and my new neuro doc wasn't sure I actually had CIDP. Turns out that in his opinion, I didn't.  So much for getting IVIG infusions as I'd been earlier promised. That pathway was shut to me.   Living with neuropathy of any type and from any source is difficult. The pain level is often what I call "off the charts." Not that it always feels completely horrible, but quite frequently it does.  Like anyone with a damaged peripheral nervous system, I have no choic

  This Little Toilet of Mine:  Definitely Isn't ADA Compliant!   Hi, my name is John and I ha ve severe Idiopathic Peripheral Neuropathy (IDP).  So I'm used to pain. I don't like it one bit but I live with it. It makes me very tired. Just like your pain probably does. Please read here to learn more about my  worsening symptoms.  It can even hurt to  stand . Allow me to share a little story with you... 'Twas the night before the wedding and all through the Air B-n-B, 10 people split five bedrooms, and two bathrooms, not three... Not sure how many of you have tried an Air B-n-B and been disappointed. The people who are brave enough to open their home (or one of their many homes) really don't know who they're getting when they provide the secret code to a stranger. Of course, those who are renting a place for the night don't know what's in store for them until they open that front door.  Things can go very well or very poorly. From my very minimal experienc

Life with Neuropathy: Please Listen Before Commenting Hi, my name is John and I ha ve severe Idiopathic Peripheral Neuropathy (IDP).  So I'm used to having pain. I don't like it but I live with it. It makes me very tired. Just like yours probably does. Please read here to learn more about my  worsening symptoms.  It can even hurt to stand . If only my pain would get tired of trying to hurt me! How I wish. But that's not the way it works. I have constant daily pain that stabs at me and makes everything I do or try to do more difficult. Maybe one day that pain will go away, but that doesn't seem too likely.  I know I'm not alone in being concerned about pain and other maladies. In fact, there are plenty of pretenders trumpeting miraculous recoveries who attach themselves like a lazy remora to my Life with Neuropathy articles. I don't appreciate it. One such sucker printed their identical pitch to the comment sections of over 20 of my articles. Identical. Thanks fo

Life with Neuropathy:  Standing Tall  Hi, my name is John and I ha ve severe idiopathic peripheral neuropathy. So I'm used to pain. I don't like it but I live with it. Read more about worsening symptoms.  We've all heard the statement that "sitting is the new smoking." That just means it's better to stand in the sun than sit around in dark rooms peering at screens. Merely making the effort to stand is a type of e xercise that helps with balance and circulation.  What if you need help to stand? Get it! Lean against a tree or a pillar on your front porch. Better yet, maybe hold someone's hands or accept get a hug for a little extra support. Stand together gazing at a shimmering sunset.  On a tough day this assistance could be enough to get you to your feet. Or maybe not.  You won't know until you try.   But you won't be able to try unless you give someone the opportunity to touch you, know you. Reach out to you. Understand what you're facing and

Life with Neuropathy:  Worsening Symptoms Hi, my name is John and I ha ve severe idiopathic peripheral neuropathy.  I guess it was to be expected especially because I kept getting the same message over and over. Doctor after doctor. Still, it's hard to hear and to process as truth. I'm talking about the diagnosis of peripheral neuropathy and the prediction that the condition will continue to worsen until I'll need a wheelchair to get around.  So far, this has been happening true to form except more quickly than would be considered normal. Initially, I didn't use a cane but walked a bit unsteadily and made it through my day although it always shocked me to see my stooped back and halting walk in the reflection of store windows. Everything was fairly simple just with more pain and more fear of falling.   Sure, it was a problem, annoying, but I managed. Then as my balance faded further I found that a single cane made things a bit easier. Most of the pain was focused on my

  Life with Neuropathy: When the Flowers Fade  Hi, my name is John and I have severe idiopathic peripheral neuropathy.  My wife and I lost a son very recently. His death hit us like a sledgehammer to the heart. We responded to the horrible news with unstoppable grief and pain. Soul pain, heart pain, head pain, body pain, nerve pain. Every imaginable hurt enveloped us in this senseless tragic loss. And yet we had no choice except to take the next step even while wondering how we would survive this dark new reality. Fading flowers surrounded us.  My precious wife hurt in her own way. She would never again hold -- or hug -- the sweet child she once carried in her womb. He was lost to her now and nothing could be done. She suffered and grieved as only a mother can. Beyond the pain there were questions, thoughts, worries and anger. Processing a death is not quick or easy. Nor should it be.    The physical pain of my neuropathy was made sharper by all the stress. I felt as though my hands h

Hi, my name is John and I have neuropathy.  When  you have any type of peripheral neuropathy you must deal with far more than the everyday issues of life.  One of the stresses I face is joint pain. Especially in my hands and wrists. They've gotten much more sore because I'm constantly using a walker.  I wish it wasn't necessary, but it is.  To help give me a little more support I purchased some wrist braces that are black and have a velcro strip that I can pull tight. I appreciate the little bit of extra ooommmph I feel when wearing these. It helps spread out the pressure and provides some comfort. They also cause some problems. This is because the material that velcro sticks to sticks to other velcro and other types of material. So sometimes it's like I'm  caught in a spider web of clingy fabric. As amusing as it is annoying. But I've always been good at entertaining myself.  Almost inevitably, when I try something to "make things better" there's

Hi, my name is John.   A nd I have CIDP  (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy ). When you have CIDP or any type of neuropathy you must  figure out how to deal with the daily issue of exhaustion. It can be crushing.  Everything is a challenge. Everything takes longer. Often much longer. Everything hurts and the tearing pain is a constant reminder of the many changes you're  facing. Constantly. Always. Every moment.  You can have neuropathy and still LOOK marvelous! People don't necessarily see that you even have a problem unless you have a walker or cane. And they certainly don't understand what it's like living with CIDP. Or realize that having constant pain makes you tired.   I used to be able to fall asleep the moment I flopped into bed. I was out. Completely. No problems, no issues. In fact, I've earned several Gold Medals in Napping.  Now when I try to sleep I can't quite let go and relax because of the pain surging through my limbs. Squeezing

Hi, my name is John and I have CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy). Thanks for stopping by. To follow this blog, look above this article just to the right of the header and find the three small lines next to the Search button. Click on the lines and then find the blue Follow button and click on that. You're done !  ...So you know it’s going to be a Bad Day when you get a letter from your Neurologist’s office stating that your doctor is leaving (no reason or explanation given, of course) and that you need to find another neurologist either from within the small practice or somewhere else. This is with the knowledge that getting an appointment with a neurologist is about as difficult as getting front row seats at a Taylor Swift concert . Not the easiest thing to do.   Like so many other issues we must handle – we have to pivot frequently, deal with unexpected setbacks, and then try to figure things out as quickly as possible. Our health is at stake. And we often

                                 Some call it Turkey Day because of the prominent position played by this succulent juicy bird. Others are thankful for the cornbread stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, homemade cranberry jelly, fresh rolls, and green bean casserole. But Thanksgiving is more than fabulous filling food.  Thanksgiving (and EVERY single other day!) is a time to give thanks and show gratitude to the many people who serve as our caregivers. Day in and day out...24-7...and definitely not just on holidays they are there for us. Truly. Even on our most difficult days. They see us when the pain is overwhelming. When we seem to have forgotten how to smile. When hope seems to hide.   And yet they are always there to listen, to help, to encourage and to love us. To simply be present in our anguish, disappointment and hurt. For me, my wife is my pillar, my guide, my dearest friend.  She is the best example I know of someone who comes to the rescue even when she doesn't know ex

  My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy (PN). As we age, sometimes we slow down. Now with my walker, I see turtles on roller skates zipping past me waving and laughing.     (Here's an article about how tough it is to  deal with pain  and another about how it's  OK to say "Owww!!!" )   Dealing with others pushing in front of you because you're slower or using a walker makes doing tasks even harder. And slower.  Today I had a little example of what it means to have someone take cuts in front of me in a clearly marked line. I was getting a blood draw and just as I was about to reach the sign-in sheet a woman stepped in front of me and grabbed the clipboard. She wasn't overtly unkind about it. She simply ignored me and put herself first.  I mean, sure, she was faster than me but I was a couple steps away and clearly heading for the same location. It was obvious what was going on. Simply put, she could have chosen to be polite, to pause and let me sign

Hi. My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy. Sometimes I really hurt. (Here's an article about how tough it is to deal with pain and another about how it's OK to say "Owww!!!" ) When we feed our seasonal hummingbirds the local bees often try to get in on the action. And the more sugar water they get, the more they want. Many of them will literally crawl into the feeders and drown in the tepid sugary fluid. That's how much they crave their sugar coma.  Sometimes I'm tempted to take a similar approach. When I'm feeling a lot of pain even though I know intellectually that snarfing down chocolate isn't good for me I still go ahead and enjoy the temporary  sweetness of candy, pudding, ice cream and other treats. Yes. I fully realize that the ensuing sugar high will turn into a dark post-sugar low, but sometimes I don't make the best choices. And I have an excuse. I'm in a lotta pain. A. Lot. And so I don't always do what's best for