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Saturday, April 30, 2022

A New Mantra for Medicine

It really bugs me that the only reason it has taken me so long to get diagnosed is merely because doctors refused to test.

In reality, we could know all the things in three months, give or take.

But instead it's taken decades. 

Did you know? My body had physical deformities in my 30s from the liver tumors. It was pronounced enough that doctors would comment, but never test. We all just assumed it was from being fat (note: for those who've forgotten, I'm just overweight. We're not talking about morbid obesity that obliterates all my anatomical landmarks and makes it impossible to see if something's off<--that's how strong fat bias is though. It ignores data and logic. Even I bought it.).

I'm sorry, but doctors are terrible gatekeepers. I get that I'm rare, but what I have was never difficult to diagnose. This isn't unknowable. All the science exists. Someone just had to do it. No one wanted to though. They wanted to tell me it was because I was fat. I heard that for years. Then they didn't like that I read studies or had questions or, or, or.

Once the tumors appeared, things should have kicked into high gear, but they didn't. I got more obstruction. More shitty doctors in the throes of some warped God Complex. Dysfunctional administrative systems that couldn't make appointments or set up testing. 

I would've gotten better service calling a funeral home. Maybe that was the goal.

Sometimes I wonder how many patients die or suffer permanent harm because their issue didn't give them the time I had to spend a month going to doctor after doctor trying to get diagnosed.

Sometimes I wonder how many doctors can even see that their system was trying to kill me?

Perhaps you're thinking 'don't be hysterical' but there's a point where this shit isn't a mistake, it's by design. I ran large, complex systems where failure was life or death. I didn't fuck up this badly and I was just as understaffed as any nursing shift. At some point, the lack of investment, the lack of improvement...it's on purpose and we are either enabling it or dismantling it. Most seem to opt for enabling.

The shit care is systemic. On many levels. There's resource scarcity. There aren't enough staff, largely by design, and the decision makers higher up in the system treat care providers like shit which makes staffing problems worse as people leave or opt to not even start. Patients are pissy and difficult because shit rolls downhill. 

But more importantly, we don't actually have the capacity to do all the MRIs and testing that we really should, so it's rationed. The rationing is obscured by a variety of excuses, disguised as scientific fact, and passed on via formal instruction that doctors don't question. It becomes culture.

Insurance companies are trying to control their costs. So, on their end, they limit access and inject all kind of bizarre decision trees into medicine as well as throw up road blocks to keep patients at bay.

Pharmaceutical companies are trying to maximize profits so they also inject all kinds of bizarre decision trees and propaganda into medicine.

You have misogyny and racism and fat bias and Google bias (i.e. don't confuse your google search with my medical degree). I will also say, being quite tall and just inherently big (I'm more linebacker than ballet dancer in build) plus, also being a woman is NOT helpful. I dealt with this a lot in my corporate days--it's not just medicine obv--and I referred to it as 'oops, I forgot to have a penis.'

It all conspires to keep people sick. 

Deny, deflect, deride, delay, dismiss, die. That is the mantra of modern medicine.

I know on paper, it's cheaper if I die. It's cheaper if I don't have any testing, and either get better on my own, or die without any intervention. It seems like the math is there are enough people who get better or die that the ones who fall in the middle and cost a lot of money are still saving the system money.  But their math is funky. Things have changed. It seems like the paradigms are old and antiquated.

For example. We know that, in the case of hyperaldosteronism, testing is way cheaper than not testing. It's utterly bizarre why we don't screen for that proactively. There's some data that suggests as much as 50% of those with hypertension have hyperaldosteronism. That's like, 50 million people we are choosing to let accrue expensive, resource heavy damage and eventually die. 

I'm not talking about surgery here. Just blood tests and imaging. All very low risk things. We can know better and do better. This is possible. 

No one seems to wonder about what makes it impossible.

When is medicine going to change? Because everything's in place. We have all the science. Pick it up and use it already. This doesn't need to take decades. We can fly so why are we crawling backwards all the time?

It's time for medicine's mantra to be test, image, identify, treat, heal, LIVE. 

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Foot Stuff

 

So. We had all fervently hoped the spine surgery would fix the foot problems I had. 

(I didn't blog my way through that so I'll share a quick recap: spinal cyst (aka synovial cyst) was compressing my spinal cord so obviously it had to be removed. Also I have funky but mostly benign rare-ish congenital stuff on the spine and the cyst was RIGHT THERE. Which, is anyone surprised I'm weird? Anyone? 

Anyway. Fairly easy outpatient surgery as I didn't have a fusion. Recovery was...interesting. Spines and nerves really don't like to be touched.)

Several months after the surgery, I can feel my toes again, but nothing else in my foot has improved.

It would appear I have a separate foot issue, and that being able to feel my toes again is NOT helping. Numb toes would actually be better. (Can't win for losing lol lol lol lol lol.)

And we're about to go on a trip involving 10+ miles of walking and 10+ hours on our feet each day. Despite my best attempts at denial, I slowly realized I probably couldn't do that, and even if I could do it for one day, I definitely couldn't do it for four.

As a result, I've been bouncing around the medical system trying to figure out a diagnosis and treatment. Of which, I have neither so far, but I do have some meds and shoe suggestions in an effort to get me through this trip.

On my own, I bought some new Dansko and then tried Birkenstock as my usual shoes are all aggravating things anymore. I already have some Dansko, and they're great shoes, but unfortunately probably not enough to solve my problem. The Birkenstock are comfortable--I like how they gently rock your weight back instead of putting all of it into the ball of the foot--but they're also unable to relieve the pain in my foot. Plus, they make me look like a giant clown and I am not looking for assistance in that department, thanks.

The podiatrist has me buying Hokas. So basically, I'm going to be in this for about $1000 in shoes and none of them may work and I don't even have a diagnosis. Jesus.

Other things I've tried...

The foot pads are kind of useful. They don't provide enough of a fix, but they make things slightly less horrible. 

The toe spreaders were a surprise. I didn't think it would be helpful, but it relieves a lot of whatever it is that's irritated and wants me to die. But the relief is temporary.

Massage. Stretching. Taping. PT. All fails, but in fairness to PT, I don't have a diagnosis.

Have I mentioned hubby and I are taking dance lessons together. Who has foot pain to where they can't exercise and signs up for dance classes? Am I dumb? Yes. I think I might be. Denial...is a powerful drug. I had too much dumbass optimism that things would  magically heal.  

I'm limping my way through the lessons. Mostly I sit all week (aside from a few short practice sessions) and conserve my foot for our weekly lesson. What a great lifestyle, right? 

Clearly that bodes super well for this family trip. I'll just be over here in the corner face palming until I learn.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Genetic Reenactment #2

 

So how did you get diagnosed with hyperaldosteronism?


I didn't.


Puzzled look.


My blood pressure spiked high out of the blue in a really weird way. Previously, I'd had such low blood pressure, sometimes they couldn't get a reading. Always super low.  Then overnight, bam. High. It felt very hormonal to me and I knew I had an adrenal adenoma plus I'd taken all these premed classes so I knew about hyperaldosteronism. I didn't know about private labs at the time or I would've just done the blood work on my own.


So...no one tested?


No. I was told I was fat and should lose weight. But then I needed more and more medications and my blood pressure wasn't controlled.


Did they test you then?


No. 


Puzzled looks.


What happened was I figured out what meds I needed, which happened to often be prescribed for PCOS, which I had. I went to my dermatologist and asked for the meds using the PCOS diagnosis, and that fixed my blood pressure. So at that point, I went to primary, and we dropped the other meds. Then I started bugging my parent to get tested because they were on even more blood pressure meds than me and totally uncontrolled. They ignored me for ten years, but finally got diagnosed and take the same med as I do and their BP is now perfect. And I'm pretty sure this is what killed my grandparent, by the way.


The doctors are just speechless at this point. (Apparently there aren't a lot of people who game the system like this out there so this kind of blew their minds--one, that I even thought to do it, and two, that I was accurate.)


But...how did you get diagnosed then?


So after they found all the liver tumors, I wasn't taking no for an answer anymore. I went to endocrinology and insisted they test for it. They didn't want to, but...


Wait. They didn't want to test?


No. But I made them and that's how I was diagnosed. Ten years after I knew and 5-6 years after I finagled the correct treatment out of the medical system--there was a period of adrenal insufficiency where I didn't need any meds at all because that dropped my blood pressure on its own.


(And probably I sounded like an insufferable know-it-all, which I kind of am, but I'm aware I really don't know everything. But the stuff I do know I KNOW. Working in industrial chemicals, you have to know your shit or else people die and you poison water and then the government fines the company and you lose your job, so combine that background with all the medical science I've studied and picked up, and I usually have decent judgement and don't go off the rails. 


I can be wrong. I have, in fact, been wrong at times. But not very often.


The other thing, I'm not holding back anymore (at least that's what I tell myself today lol). I'm not pretending to not know. I need doctors who know it's possible for people to be smart and competent and not be scared off by it. Like, I know the general public is insane and would follow Trump over a cliff, I know that's the baseline, the majority, but there are always outliers. I'm a weirdo outlier. I've never been normal. Stop trying to mainstream me.


This isn't a game. It's my life. It's my kid's life. 


I didn't plan it, but this exchange ended up being a good way to evaluate the caliber of the physicians I was working with. They got it. They could see it as I did. Their first instinct wasn't to minimize me or deny my pattern recognition*, which is so often what I experience, particularly with male physicians.)


*I actually get paid good money for that pattern recognition and have created my own, innovative systems in my industry. If I had all the time in the world, given that my health is too difficult and my age too high to ever go into medicine/medical science, I'd actually love to become a futurist. I armchair it now. 


If my life ever slows down maybe I'll set up a Youtube channel or something. There are too many mediocre men** with alt right leanings in the space and almost no women. I just don't have time to really develop my skills with it and do the deep dive data analysis it requires. There are four medical appointments this week alone, some of which take forever because of travel time and lab waits on top of the actual appointment. Plus, I have work, it's not like I don't have a job, and we're still working on the house so...


**I know that's a super fringey left phrase, and I swear I'm more politically moderate than I seem, BUT OMG is there a massive kernel of truth to the stereotype on this one. Sorry, guys. The looney left is right on this one. Most of the futurists are anti-vax super fundies... 





Monday, April 25, 2022

Genetic Reenactment #1

 


So you have a history of pancreatitis.


Yeah. But the theory is it's the liver tumors drop kicking my system. Initially, the tumors were too small to be seen on CT and all they could see was the stranding (inflammation) in the pancreas, but my lipase was always normal so they'd say it was early pancreatitis. We think--because no one really studies these tumors--maybe the small tumors are sometimes rupturing and triggering all of these episodes. It's not really driven by the pancreas.


High triglycerides can cause pancreatitis.


Yes. I know and I have a history of high triglycerides. Usually tied to exercise and diet. If I'm eating too many carbs and sugar they'll spike pretty high. Mostly I'm good and manage it with diet and exercise. And of course, with the liver, there's never any overeating or anything close to it anymore which helps.


One your second ER visit, did they test triglycerides?


I asked, but no.


Stunned expressions on the doctors' faces.


They wouldn't...test???


Nope. 


Stunned expressions on the doctors' faces.


Yeah. I know. So when I left the ER, I tried to get primary to run the test so we had the numbers right as things were acting up.


And what were they?


Oh, my primary wouldn't run the test either. 


Stunned expressions on the doctors' faces.


They wouldn't...test???


Yeah. I know. So I found private lab work online and once I was discharged went there, after a night of no sleep, and paid for it out of pocket. Because I knew this was an important data point. I didn't want to go through all this drama and then not run the relevant testing. 


Stunned expressions on the doctors' faces.


Yeah. I know. Anyway, the triglycerides were normal. Not high at all.

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Genetics

 Saw the geneticist a while back.

TLDR: To paraphrase: "You're really f*cked up. You need all the tests we have."

The volume of information covered in the appointment was overwhelming. My head is still spinning. But as usual, even though the world tries to convince me I'm crazy, I am in fact, correct. It's very likely this is something genetic and I should have been referred a long time ago. 

They were appalled at some of the things I told them. Hubby keeps cracking up every time he remembers the looks on their faces when I explained yet another really stupid gap I fell through in the healthcare system and the times I ordered my own labs because no one else would (because they asked me if they'd been done and I was like, "yeah, by me because the ER ignored me when I requested it and the primary wouldn't order it so I just did it myself").

I am waiting for the first round of labs to come back, which will determine whether I need the exome testing.

It's still possible nothing will ping, I'm trying not to expect much, but the stuff they talked about and the reading I've done on it...wow, I really check a lot of boxes for some weird ass shit out there. It might not be VHL. There are some other tumor things it could be. It seems like I have a lot of big markers of a lot of different things so it's actually confusing af. 

You'd think it would be cut and dry, that you'd be very much in one box, right? Not meeee. It's so weird. I thought things would be more concrete. Maybe that's normal. I don't know. They didn't say it was unusual, so maybe everyone with weird shit is like this.

But it'd be great if medicine could master the basic algorithm of growing lots of tumors, lots of places = needs genetic testing. Like, it really isn't hard, guys. It's just not. If this, then that. There aren't any rabbit holes or detours to get lost in.

And if medicine isn't going to get better, can patients at least have as much direct access as possible? The answer to the concern about false positives or misuse of testing isn't to deny patients autonomy, it's to develop better systems. So fix it already.

Do you know how much faster I'd have been diagnosed if I'd been able to just test and get imaging? I may have been able to avoid surgery! I might have been healthier with less disruption to my life! I've lost days and weeks and months to this shit mostly because medicine is slow. 

But noooo, the gatekeepers with god complexes need to smack patients with their dicks or something.

Over it.

Anyway, the appointment was both a source of validation and stress. I had a huge adrenaline hangover afterwards. I'm still gobsmacked...days later. I don't know why. Maybe it's the gaslighting...the years of being told no no nooooo and then suddenly someone else sees it too, and I'm not alone.

If only it hadn't taken four years...



Monday, April 4, 2022

Endless Circles of Dysfunction

 One of my favorite specialists is leaving. The really smart specialist in a specialty that generally has a lot of dumbasses. Leaving. Sigh.


I'm sure it won't be the last. I know one of my other favorite specialists is hanging on by a thread. They've been in the thick of it with Covid and are beyond over it. 


I'm still spinning in circles with genetics. The level of administrative incompetence in the world is...a lot to deal with. Systems and processes don't work anymore. People don't do what they're supposed to. Just basic stuff isn't happening. It takes even more phone calls to get nowhere these days.


I spent weeks chasing the genetics appointment I was supposed to make next. The one the genetics department themselves told me to make. Ha. I couldn't get past the receptionist. I wasn't allowed to make the appointment. 


The other weird thing, when I told them the name of the Doctor I was supposed to see, they said crap like 'you must be special' and 'you must be a hard case.' On what planet does anyone in my shoes want to hear that? 


You know what I want to be? Free. Healthy. Done. I do actually have better things to do with my life. It'd be great if I could do them.


But instead I make phone calls and can't get any appointments.


So much for being 'special.' 


My hepatologist ordered a liver ultrasound and it looks like I have a new tumor somehow. Hep says don't worry about it. The MRI is more accurate and I just had on in Sept 2020, so we default to that, not the ultrasound. 


Hep is right. I know they are. BUT...there was something about the way the report was written that concerns me. The attention to detail was above and beyond. Whoever looked at the u/s really looked and they were very careful. I don't like that they saw anything. It makes me nervous when someone being so diligent sees something. 


But Hep is waiting for genetics now. So I'm in a holding pattern when it comes to discussing whether we should do another MRI or not. Hopefully I'm just insane. I'd love to be insane. It would be easier.


Meanwhile the kiddo's fever is back. I'm not sure what to do for her. We've been managing this as Lyme (again classic presentation--we had a picture of the bullseye, diagnosis made at a major medical center) but it's not acting like Lyme. 


Lately, I take her to as many doctor's appointments as I go to. 


It's heart breaking. 


It wouldn't be so bad if at least we were making some inroads, but that's not happening. At this point we have no diagnosis, no treatment, and a lot of difficulty making appointments. In the one hospital system, there are no specialists at all. We have referrals from the ped, but the hospital doesn't have the specialists on staff...something weird is going on with their staffing. 


So she's getting screwed now too. 


She fell down the stairs again this past weekend. She couldn't tell us how or why, but she's been asking for a cane so it's easier to catch herself.


I guess I'm ordering my kid a cane. 


Jesus.