New Diagnosis and Symptoms Have Me Questioning Life
First, I want to thank everyone who has responded to my previous posts that were really rants/vents about caregivers in my home, as well as issues that I was encountering. I wasn't able to respond, but I did read all the comments and appreciate everyone who responded. This, is kinda along the same lines.
I have been very ill for over a year. I had heart surgery in June last year, and I was worried about it, because I was being intubated. I thought discussing the issues with the head anesthesiologist would be beneficial, but I just learned that none of that information actually got to the treating anesthesiologist. Basically, he went ahead like I was some normal person without airway risk.
The issue is that I have a very rare autoimmune disease. This autoimmune disease attacks cartilage and I was always told by my rheumatologist that the airway is the part of the body that you have to protect, because total airway collapse is possible, as is airway stenosis, which is like narrowing/rigidity of the airway. So, when I learned I was going to be intubated, I panicked, talked to the surgeon about my concerns, talked at length with the anesthesiologist, explaining why my airway was at risk during intubation.
Two weeks after that heart surgery, even though they "fixed" my heart, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't breathe very easily. It was like I had to work harder to get a breath, and I could no longer breathe deeply or even yawn. I told doctor after doctor and was told I needed to lose weight, or it was my heart, or asthma. I had one doctor confirm SEVERE inflammation in my throat, but even still the rheumatologist wouldn't treat me. He later dismissed me and I was without care for 9 months.
Now I have care, three new specialists, and their immediate diagnosis was vocal cord dysfunction. By itself this is treatable and you can get better. With my autoimmune disease, you cannot. There is no hope of getting better because the cartilage is fragile from the disease and if it is damaged, you're just basically SOL. It's progressive and yes there are meds that can delay further damage, but they are harsh meds, that I am now on.
So, a little over a month ago, I learned about this diagnosis, was told I need to prepare myself for a tracheotomy, because that will happen if I want to live for very long. And that I will likely need a stomach feeding tube.
Why?
Well, it's because my vocal cords aren't working right and so I choke too easily and for no reason, but also any type of exertion, including talking makes it so I cannot breathe. I don't just mean that I can't breathe while it is happening, I mean for hours and hours after I talk or exert (like walking to the bathroom). It's like I'm gasping for air, just hoping my vocal cords will start working right so I can breathe easier.
So, I got proactive and was like...ok, I can't talk and I can't exert. I am supposed to have caregivers, so I decided to make a PowerPoint that was easier to follow than my written directions. However, this was refused by the caregiving agency. They said I was trying to train the caregivers using a PowerPoint, when that wasn't my job. I explained the PowerPoint was just explaining my house rules, like don't make me talk, don't let out my cats, etc. It was like a movie they could watch. But also, the PowerPoints discussed what I needed done that day, in a way that the caregivers could read and go back and forth to make sure they understood everything I needed. The caregiving agency said it didn't matter, that I could speak to the caregivers, if I needed to tell them anything. It's like they didn't understand that talking could literally kill me.
Anyway, last week, I learned the agency might have a caregiver for me starting this coming Monday. Then I received a cancellation letter, saying they no longer felt I should be their client and dismissed me from care. Like the day after they told me they might have a caregiver.
I'm upset, so upset. I never really understood how important talking was for everything in life, like everything. I want to talk, but if I do, I know I could end up suffocating because of my vocal cords. It is such a horrible place to be in.
I also don't have anyone to help me. Like no one. I thought I had friends, you know? Like I thought these people who talked to me were my friends. They would come over and hang out, or whatever, but then I realized it always came with their wants, or needs. Like...hey, can you loan me money? Hey, can I sleep on your couch? Hey, can you help me with this business plan or making business cards? And I realized that once I was unable to do anything for them, that they stopped contacting me or coming over.
I don't have family to help me, either. It's a very lonely place.
Anyway, I'm not sure what to do, but also, I don't think I could exist with a trach or feeding tube. I don't know. Just the thought is horrifying, but also, what if I can't even have a trach because of this autoimmune disease? What if it just destroys all the cartilage in my throat and I went through the pain and suffering of getting it?
Not sure the point of this post. Mostly venting, I think. I'm just sorta sad and discouraged, but I don't want despair creeping in.