Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue have been the subject of some media intrigue over the past few years. These amorphous, invisible diseases are characterized by constant, often debilitating pain (Fibromyalgia) or exhaustion (Chronic Fatigue) with no discernible cause. As one might expect, the fact that a certain sense of mystery is innate to the diagnostics of these diseases arouses curiosity, speculation, and even doubt about the validity of patients' claims, while the fact that both of these conditions mostly affect women lends them to a sort of lame romanticization - the
classic swooning damsel now re-imagined in Banana Republic khakis and a pastel cardigan. Patients with these diseases are often met with condescension or even hostility from loved ones and acquaintances (Chronic Fatigue is sometimes still referred to as "Yuppie Flu"), and at the doctor's office, patients can expect an unpleasant series of tests, medications, and therapies which may or may not do any good.
I make the trek over the river to Brighton to visit my old friend Sara. She looks fantastic when she opens the door. Slim, blond, pretty, and well-dressed, on first sight, Sara is one of those women who seems to have it all together. On the outside, little has changed. She is just as upbeat and quick to laugh as I remember. When we hug our hellos and without thinking, I spout out a common long-time-no-see-type of greeting among female friends. "You look great!" I tell her. "You've lost so much weight."
Sara smiles and thanks me, but adds, "Not all of it was intentional."
Sara was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in November of 2007, but she was troubled by health issues long before that. She has struggled with depression since she was a child, and first began to experience digestive problems and Irritable Bowl Syndrome (IBS) at age ten. "My life is full of 'syndromes,'" Sara says, not without a trace of humor. "Syndromes are categorizations of groups of symptoms without an understood cause. So all doctors can really do is treat the symptoms without getting to the root of the problem."
Early in high school, Sara was one of the rare people who contracted two different strains of Mono, in two consecutive years. At times her digestive issues were so bad that she would throw up from stomach pain after almost every meal. She has also had trouble with insomnia since she was a teenager.
In college she began suffering from intense, chronic back pain between her shoulders, down her spine, and into her sacrum. Doctors and chiropractors offered little help, so she rationalized the pain, assuming it was more or less normal. "It's easy, or maybe necessary in situations like that to tell yourself 'This must be normal. Everyone must have pain like this when they grow up.' It's a way to keep going and just try to ignore it as best as you can."
After she graduated she took a job in a biology research lab, but decided the sterile nature of the work wasn't for her. She wound up leaving the lab for a well-paying sales job. While she enjoyed the social aspects of her new job, the long hours (sometimes 60-80 hour work weeks) and high-energy level required eventually took its toll. Her chronic pain continued to get worse, and recurring bouts of insomnia added to the exhaustion of working fourteen hour days.
In Spain on a business trip in January of 2007, Sara caught a bad cold. When she came back the cold symptoms eventually subsided, but the fatigue and muscle aches never went away. The pain in her back she had experienced since college worsened, but now it extended to her bones, her organs, and sometimes even her skin. "At its worst, it's like that all-encompassing pain you get with a high fever," she says. "It hurts to move, it hurts to stand, to sit, to lie down. Your skin and tissue hurts with any pressure. It hurts to be touched. It makes it very difficult to be married."
Sara's husband Jeff has been supportive throughout Sara's diagnosis and treatment. "But it's a challenge," she says. "When he comes home wanting to hug and kiss me, sometimes I just can't because it hurts too much."
The constant pain and fatigue eventually led to depression and anxiety. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she saw a series of doctors. The rheumatologist who diagnosed Sara with Fibromyalgia (and later added Chronic Fatigue) was eager to treat her. After the digestive side effects of low-dose tricyclic antidepressants proved intolerable and muscle relaxants were ineffective, the doctor jumped to try the exciting new drug, Lyrica, which had recently been FDA approved for the treatment of Fibromyalgia.
"The doctor was very nice, but he was extremely closed minded about anything outside of traditional Western medicine. I took those pills for four months, and they did nothing to relieve my pain, though they did make me feel very stoned almost constantly." Sara laughs remembering these spaced-out days. "I understand people might think that would be fun, but it wasn't. Every time I saw the doctor during those four months I would tell him the drug didn't work and I hated taking it, but he always convinced me to keep it up for just a few weeks longer, to just give it another chance. I listened to him. He was the doctor, and he had so much faith in this medicine. I do know it has helped other people, it just did nothing for me. Eventually I had to accept that my body wasn't responding, and I left to try other therapies."
Sara entered a functional rehabilitation program for chronic pain at
Spaulding Hospital. "This sounds cliche," she says, "but being around so many different people who are dealing with similar issues helped me so much. There were people in there who had been in car accidents, who had been disabled by surgeries, as well as a few other people with Fibromyalgia. It was such a grounding experience. You're always worried that you're crazy with something like this. They tell you, 'You have this thing but we can't find a reason for it.' You doubt your own mind sometimes. But this was a place where there were other people with the same experiences. We were all supporting each other and going through it together.
"I'm blessed with a good attitude about most things, which is odd for some people to hear, especially considering my issues with depression. But even on days when I can't get out of bed, my mindset is more like, "Okay, this hurts now, but I'm gonna get through it!' One thing I had to learn was it's okay to be angry or sad sometimes. To say, 'This
sucks,' as long as you don't let yourself wallow for too long."
Sara responded well to the integrated therapy of the Spaulding program, where the focus was not to cure the problem, but to learn how to use one's body properly and live with the pain.
Sara regularly saw a psychological therapist, an occupational therapist, a physical therapist, and a physician. Much of the work was done in a group, and involved movement exercises, lessons in proper body mechanics (how to properly position the body to bend over, for example), and meditation work.
"The meditation and state-of-mind exercises were invaluable. That more than anything else helped me cope with what my body was doing. So much is about awareness and attitude. How we look at things in a large way defines how they actually are."
The program helped Sara feel so much more able to live with her pain and fatigue that she felt she was ready to go back to work. "I was sending out resumes halfway through the program at Spaulding, and I went back to work full time immediately after. I thought, 'Great! I have all these coping techniques now. I'm ready to get back out there.'"
But she only ended up working for about six weeks. "My body said no," she says.
Sara gets quieter now. Less animated, more reflective. "I grew up in a very poor family," she tells me. "I always wanted to be a successful, independent career woman. I wanted to make money so my family would never have to go through what I went through growing up.
"It's hard to accept that you're not meant for what you dreamed of as a kid. We all grew up being told you can do whatever you want to do, but that's just not true sometimes. Our society places so much value on working. On career. It can feel like you're not worth anything if you can't work."
"Especially as women growing up right after second-wave feminism," I add. "We were all told that if we really wanted to be important, we had to go out and get these high-powered careers. That that's the only thing we could do with our lives that would matter. That staying home was for the weak-minded or useless."
"Exactly," says Sara. "Growing up in the eighties we were taught,
everyone was taught that the purpose of life was to make money and to consume."
"We all see where that's gotten us," I chime in.
Sara sighs with just a hint of that bright laugh of hers. "The fact is, not everyone is cut out do do that," she says. "Not just women, but men too. Some people are meant to stay home with the kids, or support a spouse emotionally, or work as a waiter, or be a musician, or be a friend, or just be. I've really had to do some soul-searching since I stopped working. I've had to acknowledge that I have value as a person even if I can't work. And I do. We all do."
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