TARLOV CYSTS - Canada the misinformed!!!

The rare diagnosis of Tarlov Cyst Disease poses significant challenges in the realm of medical care. Most Canadian Medical Practitioners lack the expertise to accurately diagnose, treat, or manage this condition. As a result, patients often find themselves navigating a healthcare system ill-prepared to address their needs, leaving them feeling lost, scared, and isolated. This lack of medical understanding perpetuates feelings of misinformation and uncertainty among Canadian patients. Through this blog, I aim to share my journey of navigating the Canadian Healthcare system while living with multiple rare disease diagnoses. I have dedicated myself to learning as much as possible about my rare diseases, hoping that my experiences and hard-earned self-education can support and guide others on their own rare disease journey. Together, let's shed light on the challenges those living with rare diseases face and work towards a more compassionate and informed healthcare system.

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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Half Full or Half Empty? It's All About Perspective

The following was written by a Tarlov Cyst Disease Patient (TCD), who felt the need to share her own personal thoughts based on her own personal experience of living with this disease. 

This post refers to some of the more common experiences that TCD Patients live with everyday. Hopefully some of you will find this post and be grateful for the information within. I hope it helps you find answers and understanding, but most of all I hope it helps you find some peace and relief; A gift that only the truth can bring.


Those of us diagnosed with Symptomatic, Tarlov Cyst Disease know first hand how painful and destructive this diagnosis can be.
The fear and lack of understanding makes it a disease capable of stealing lives and destroying families, but a diagnosis of Tarlov Cyst Disease does't have to mean the end of your life. It can easily be the beginning of a new one..... 


It all comes down to your own personal view;

Is the cup half full? 
Or 
Is the cup half empty?

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Written and submitted by: Teri K, TCD Patient, California. USA.                  


I know I don't post a whole lot or even kick in and respond a lot these days. We all know how that comes about; because we all go through up times and down times. I do want to say something, though, because so many people are having some real painful down times. 

Some of us are new to TC and others have been suffering with TC and so many other types of problems for years and years and years. 

When I was first diagnosed I figured something would come along and make the pain go away. After about 6 months, while I was up at 3 AM, crying because I was in so much pain and it was still 3 hours to my next dose of Vicodin, I suddenly realized how it was that people accidentally OD'd on their narcotics. I also realized how people became addicted to their narcotics--almost anything seemed better than what I was feeling right at that moment. Fortunately, I had my cry and then reminded myself there was more to me than my pain. Over the last 2 years and 7 months of living with TC disease, I've pretty much found a mid-place where I can survive and the drug regimen that 
will keep me there.


I just feel compelled to share this for the post I've read where tramadol had been taken so much it didn't work anymore. I'm not a doctor so I can only go with my own experience with Tramadol. 

I've been on Tramadol for almost two years now. For the first year or so I thought it wasn't really helping. And when I think a drug isn't doing me any good, I begin tapering off that drug. I did the same with neurontin. If it isn't helping, then I"m not taking it. 

I hate taking drugs! 

I'd begin to taper off the Tramadol, or the Neurontin, and slowly I'd realize I was in a whole lot more pain. I went back up to my regular dosage and I was no longer in as much pain. It took the "edge" off as many of us describe it. 

Tramadol was meant to be taken every day regularly at the same time. I take the full 200 mg a day. I set my alarm clock to make sure I take it at the same time every day. When I was forgetful and not regimented in taking my medications, I had more problems.


On to another topic; 

If you have children, don't hide your disability from them--all you teach them is to hide their own pain and not get help when they need it. Instead, show them how strong you are and how there are times when you're down, and times when you are up. Teach them that people are valuable, and loving. 

People have so much to give. Even if a person can't walk, or maybe they can't walk more than a few feet, and often have to sit down. 

Count your blessings!


I take vicodin. I take it every day at the same time whether I think I need it or not. Do I have a tolerance to hydrocodone after all these years taking it? Yes, I do. I don't get the drugged feeling from it that I used to get. What I discovered, however, is that doesn't mean it isn't doing its job. I've tried backing off the Vicodin because I thought it wasn't working. I couldn't feel that narcotic reaction, but I discovered that when I backed off the Vicodin, my pain level increased.


So here's the truth--

Unfortunately there's no pill, or miracle drug capable of making us totally pain free. We have Tarlov cysts. There is no way to get around that. 

There are drug combinations that some of us can take that might help take the edge off. Then there's others, like Claudine for instance, who cannot take any drugs and had to learn to cope in other ways. 


I hope I'm not coming off harshly. I truly am not a harsh person. I tend to call it like I see it, however, and I want to share what I have learned in this last several years.


We are not broken! We're valuable assets to society, our friends and our families. We are excellent role models to our children. 

Ladies, we are strong and beautiful people. We cope each and every day with pain that would put most people down. Don't hide your strengths! 

If you have friends who still don't "get it" and ask you to do things you cannot do--kick them to the curb. If they can't see you, love you and believe in you, then they are not friends. 

The same goes for your family--if they aren't supportive then they need to become that way and fast. The way they become supportive is by you setting boundaries and saying, "NO!" 


I know that I am very fortunate to have friends and family who are supportive of me. I bless them each and every day. 

I know I am fortunate to have spent my life learning what makes me, me; above and beyond what I "do".  

I am fortunate not to have children who need me. I know it is all scary and some days you wonder if you will ever have another day where you aren't "spoonless". You are all so much more than your pain. 

TeriK





Sunday, August 5, 2012

Invisible Disabilities; Anger and Ignorance

I can't believe how in this day and age there are
still people with the gumption to look at any person, 
with the specific person being me, and saying, "yup, 
you really looked disabled", as he showed a "thumbs 
up" sign when referring to my Mini Van being parked in 
a disability spot, with a disability sign on the front 
window. 

This is the same Mini Van I recently purchased to 

transport my new electric wheelchair with me so I could 
perhaps reach out into the world in an effort to grasp at some of the life I once had. The same Van that had my 
supportive back brace sitting on the centre console, 
with my new months collection of pain medications in 
blister packs sitting in a Shoppers Drug Mart Bag on the passenger floor. The same Van that had my walker in the back, the same walker that was becoming harder and harder to get out of the van to use.

I can't believe how shocked I was to have some random 

person speak to me like that, but more so, how 
shocked I was at my own angry response to this his 
comment.

It's hard enough to live with this
 "invisible disability" without 
having to tolerate the ignorance, and uneducated gall 
of some man who seems to have a desperate need, 
without being invited in any way, shape or form, to open his mouth on something that has nothing to do with him.

You know the shocking part? If I had seen this man 
anywhere I would have figured him to be an educated 
man. His entire appearance and presentation speaks 
intelligence yet when he opened his mouth all 
appearances are overshadowed by the ignorance in his 
words.... I guess I misjudged him the same way he 
misjudged me, but I wasn't the one who made that 
comment, or any comment at all until I was insulted 
publicly in front of a busy shopping center for no apparent 
reason.


Just because I don't look sick as you see me limping out 
of grocery store, doesn't mean I'm not injured or 
suffering. It just means that at that moment my 
medications are working well enough to allow me to be 
stubborn and determined enough to suffer instead of 
fighting to get my walker out of the back of the van to 
get a small box of garbage bags.


                           
"Invisible Disabilities" 
can be just as disabling as any other disability. 
Just because you can't see it doesn't mean that I and others like me don't suffer.

This was the first time I've ever had to face such 
ignorance since I began to suffer from this rare spinal cord disease. I do hope it will be the last, but unfortunately it probably won't be.

Will this ever change?


For those of you who've experienced anything like this, you have my deepest sympathies and a heart felt apology. Not because I ever remember doing anything like that to anyone, but for the misinformed, uneducated people out there who feel the need to insult things they do not understand..

No one deserves this, but you never truly know how it 

feels until it happens to you.

"Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do!"

I guess I have to start believing in that myself..



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