Archive | February 2013

5K – A Run For The Roses

Resting for a week after the 5K, sunshine and mellow temperatures were hard to resist.   I wanted to go for a walk.  Unloading my jogging stroller, the training area greeted me like an old friend.  Aching muscles had recovered but my heart still swelled at the enormity of accomplishment.  In private celebration, I jogged a victory lap.

With the stress of the run behind me, I was able to savor visual details of my running track.  Fuchsia blooms clustered around the pond.  My quacking hecklers weren”t around, a disappointing first.  Stiff Person Syndrome permitted an impressive, though rusty, practice run the week before the 5K.  Out of respect or intimidation, the ducks remained silent or ran from me.  I was hoping they would be a cheering crowd for my victory lap.

Many thoughts swirled through my mind — the tortuous early years, ever-present uncertainty, struggles of training, appreciation for the good, relived euphoria of the 5K.  Stiff Person Syndrome, a rare disabling disease, stole many things from my life.  Crossing the finish line of the 5K was so much more than just a run for me.  It was a moment of victory over years of abusive submission to a cruel diagnosis.  The Donna Deegan 5K was my Kentucky Derby, a “Run For the Roses,” as a lame thoroughbred.

During my victory lap, I pass the tree with a few clinging stubborn leaves.  I see the promise of budding sprouts, making my heart smile.

…And it’s run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moment’s at hand
It’s the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it’s high time you joined
In the dance
It’s high time you joined
In the dance —

~Dan Fogelberg

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Febrary 28, 2013

Febrary 28, 2013

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Racing Against Stiff Person Syndrome

“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
-John Bingham

My limitations with Stiff Person Syndrome made training for the 5K extra challenging, daunting at times, a few days impossible.  Fear was consuming because of SPS unpredictability. Publicly announcing my intent to do the 5K committed me without knowing if the starting line would be approachable that day.

After two weeks of intense anxiety interrupting my sleep, an unexpected calm settled over me the night before the Donna Deegan 5K Run. I drifted off to a peaceful night’s sleep, briefly interrupted by a nocturnal sugar drop.  After a small snack correction, I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 4:30, alert, excited and looking forward to the 5K experience. Packing a backpack with my half case of water (weight stability for my stroller), diabetic supplies, snacks, and medication; my preparation resembled a wilderness trek instead of a city run. One thing I learned from my six weeks of 5K boot camp was having a strategy for optimal food intake and medication timing.

Banter with friends helped keep my mind preoccupied. I felt a connection with the crowd: running in tribute, support, or in memory — several survivors. Though their advocacy was for breast cancer, mine was for Stiff Person Syndrome, Rare Disease Day, and Lulu (breast cancer and SPS).

As the starting time neared, a few jitters started to poke at my well-being. Since I had a jogging stroller, I was delegated to the back of the pack, a sensory relief for me. With my beginning steps, I felt comfortable with the pace, the crowd, with me. As I started to pass the walkers, my confidence grew.

As in my early running days, I entered a mental zone, aware of my pace, in sync with my breathing, focusing on the pavement in front of me. SPS sensitivities often crank up the volume on my sensory intake, but navigating around the crush of people with my stroller was a mental diversion. Agoraphobia was not an issue… just concern over ramming someone in the backend.

A personal competitiveness set in, not against the other runners, against Stiff Person Syndrome. Hitting the second mile mark at 25 minutes, I exhilarated in the possibility of finishing.  Just one time… taking something back that diagnosis had stolen from me. Crossing the finish line was a personal victory over Stiff Person Syndrome for me.

At home, I wept for many reasons, but mostly with gratitude.

Photos – Donna Deegan 5K – 2013

My racing stats:
Gun time:   38:03
Chip time:  37:10

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Febrary 28, 2013

Febrary 28, 2013

Two Days Before the 5K

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”
~Joseph Campbell

Thursday was my last practice run. Checking the clock, 4:00 gave me ample time to drive to my outdoor training ground and back home before dark.  My heart sank as I did my routine blood check before leaving — 54 and dropping.   Turning off my insulin pump, I ate a snack, but needed additional sugar for the carb expenditure of exercise.

Topping off my tank with a protein bar, two Reese cups, and two boxes of apple juice, I did not have time to allow my food to settle before the sun set.  Starting with a brisk walk escalating into my geriatric trot, the contents of my stomach were a nauseating reminder.  “In spite of” the hypoglycemic episode, I finished in an impressive time for me with a glucose reading of 115.

Today was busyness.  A lengthy errand involved a trip into the city and dealing with the mayhem of getting my race packet.  Fate smiled on me with a close parking spot.  The Donna Deegan Marathon for Breast Cancer is a national event.  The Convention Center was jammed with various aisles and booths, colors, people, and noise everywhere — a continual movement of pastel confetti to my syndrome perception.

There will be over 1,000 runners in the 5K, more participants in the marathon and half-marathon.  Excitement and camaraderie reverberated throughout the building… Every person, a story.  How appropriate this race is for me, for Stiff Person Syndrome, paraneoplastic syndromes, Rare Disease Day.

I wavered between angst and excitement all during the day, my neurons subtly firing with medicated suppressed “snap, crackle, and pop.” Several times I practiced a deep inhale, slow exhale to calm my racing heart.  With the familiar security of my jogging stroller navigating me through the crowd, it gave me a sense of calming confidence.

Before SPS, the racing “if” always concerned time.  Since SPS, the big “if” has become if I will be able to do it.   Tomorrow morning will involve planning the timing of my medication, food intake, packing my medical supplies, and anticipating having fun.

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Febrary 28, 2013

Febrary 28, 2013

Guest Blogger on NORD – Rare Disease Day

Debra-Richardson

 STIFF PERSON SYNDROME: A FIGHT TO THE FINISH LINE
February 14, 2013

I already view tomorrow as a triumph, crossing the finish line will mean many things to me.  Whatever happens, it is such a priviledge to reach a point in my 20+ years of daily living with the challenges of SPS to attempt something I thought was forever lost.  Whoever reads this, whatever life throws at you, the future is always speculation.  Never lose hope, heart, or the desire to try.

With love,

Debbie

Dedicated to many who have left prints on my heart & to God, my “refuge & strength.”

Febrary 28, 2013

Febrary 28, 2013

An Ordinary Day

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Uptown Girl

“I am an ordinary person who has been blessed with extraordinary opportunities and experiences. Today is one of those experiences.” ~Sonia Sotomayor

Yesterday was appearance two of my winter medical tour.  (Tickets on Ebay.)  I had an 11:45 in the city.  Morning routine: meds, bloodcheck, quiet devotional time, coffee while chatting with my mom, and breakfast.  Made the bed, showered, dressed, & did the female public spoofing — on schedule.

Medication eval, time for mid-morning meds and (ominous hush), the interstate.  Though not taught in highschool driver’s education, I quickly learn interstate/rush hour sign language.  Carmen, my nagging garmin, always argues with me over the restructured city infrastructure.  Crankin’ out some rock n roll oldies, Carmen whines “recalculating,” in a repetitive stutter as I veer onto the short exit to an abrupt stop at the medical practice.

With pride, Rocky (my wheeled gym bag), and Frac (one of a set of hiking poles), guide me by my lonesome across the drive to the door.  (With SPS, a solo entrance is always a surprise!)  I sign in just to be told I am two hours early and cannot be worked in.  Stiff Person has taught me to be flexible.  I move the ‘after’ Wal Mart visit to the two-hour wait slot to also include a Mickey D’s desperation lunch.

Cities have everything but a Wal Mart.  Getting directions to the closest one, I travel to an unknown suburb 15 minutes away.  Hastily eating my lunch, I’m off in an SPS version of a shopper’s grab race to collect the items on my list.  Locating one of three open lanes of twenty, I check out and make it back to my appointment, listening to Carmen’s protests again.

A beaming physician comes in with my two-inch chart.  I aced all my labs.  (Still have my triple diagnoses though.)

Some interesting conversations, five-minute friends, from my day:

+ I met a woman outside of the office with a rare disorder(s).  Upbeat, we talked shop and I was actually familiar with her meds.  Fast friends.

+ Bantered with the elevator people, always do.

+ One of the building’s security personnel was downstairs and walked me to my car.  He is one of my regular ‘walk and talks.’

+ Was included in some inside employee intrigue at Wal Mart with the cashier and an employee off the clock.

Feeling thankful for my lab results, I chose to avoid the rush of the interstate with a leisurely drive through the quieter city streets, absorbing the magnificent buildings, intricate bridges, glistening water — later the antebellum homes of the historic area.  Yielding to a needed caffeine boost, it was another McDonald’s stop for an iced coffee to continue my drive and ‘high five’ day.

Another med eval and bloodcheck.  Having weathered a few rough days, I thought a gym visit might help loosen things up.  After initial objections, my body responded in unison with my mind.  To compensate for the earlier unhealthy fast food lunch, supper was a Mt. Everest gourmet salad.

Fatigued and in pain, I was feeling the physical effects of a busy day.  Filling the tub with hot water and scented soap, a music channel soothed my senses as the steaming soak relaxed my body.  The heated electric blanket on the mattress beckoned as I slid between the covers.  I went to sleep happy, at peace, and with a prayer of thanksgiving on my lips.  I cherished what many would consider “an ordinary day.”

Love Is All Around (Theme Song from The Mary Tyler Moore Show)

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2013 – A Year Of Firsts

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Rainy Day Books

“The only failure is not to try.” ~Debbie

“Success is a ‘try’-angle.” ~Debbie

I slid into 2013 from a very hectic and rewarding ending to 2012.   Jamie Lee Curtis was on television discussing her new children’s book.  I fell in love with the book’s title, becoming my resolutions for 2013 — a year of “firsts.”  Giddy with the possibilities swirling in my head, common sense negotiated on a minimum of six.  As always, the unpredictable elements of having SPS & brittle diabetes is a hovering storm cloud over my sunny dreams, but it makes for an interesting life. (!??!)

Balance was key in selecting my goals — physical challenge, mind stimulation, spiritual growth, life experience.  January quickly passed working on a physical challenge.  SPS unpredictability makes completion a Vegas bet.  “The only failure is not to try.”  On a friend’s invitation, I was introduced to an unexpected mind stimulation.  I absolutely love it and look forward to future meetings, the possibilities.

I hope to explore some cultural avenues.  Sharing a mutual love for the outdoors, a playing in the dirt buddy asked me, “Why?”

My answer was, “Life is a buffet.  I want to taste different things.”

Recently I bought a very unique hourglass.  It is fascinating to watch the sand slowly sift in the beginning to a rapid sinkhole as it empties.  With a flip, I can watch it empty again.  Life is not an hourglass.  I do not get a second flip when the sand empties.

I am excited and a little anxious about this year — “tries, sighs, and high fives.”  In an evening celebration, I turn on an oldies music channel on the television and light a scented candle.  I fire up the grill to cook steak, medium well coupled with a salad.  Toasting life, my life, I take a sip of a great Merlot, thinking about where I have been and where I am going.

As 2013 unfolds… “step by step; day by day.”

“To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping.” ~Chinese Proverb

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