25 Years Later

Written by Keven Mosley-Koehler for the RSDSA blog.

To my friends and fellow-survivors,

Last week, I was playing a tennis match and my feet somehow got tangled up as I was running down a well-placed ball and the next thing I knew as I lunged for it I went down hard onto my right hip and leg. The first thought I had was whether or not she had been able to successfully return my shot!

My second thought was, “ouch, but I need to get up and finish my match!” (I take tennis very seriously).

It wasn’t until after the match concluded and I was on my way home that my chest squeezed up as that now-so-familiar question broke into my awareness: “Will this trigger an RSD flare up?”  I jumped onto it immediately and entered into a self-calming routine that, like an old friend, knows me so well that she can read my mind and knows exactly what to say to make things better. She began: “Keven, you are OK. What you are feeling is a normal pain reaction that anyone else would experience with a hard fall. Isn’t that what it feels like to you?”  I nod slowly.  The reassurance thoughts continued: “You don’t have to worry about it being any more than that.  Those days are gone. You will be sore from this and it will heal, just like anyone else’s bruised hip would heal. Now, be assured of this and let it go.”  Done.  I let it go.

The next morning, soreness greeted me as I climbed out of bed and prepared for work. I scanned the sensation with my mind and yes, it hurt.  My body is hypersensitive to pain and this is something that I attribute to having had RSD.  Leaning against the bathroom counter I took a few deep breaths to fight back the fear, and let the reassurance process begin: “This pain is what anyone would expect to feel after a fall like that. It will hurt for a while as it heals. It may bruise and swell but that is what bodies do as they heal.”  I soothed myself and with great affection slowly rubbed the area while willing myself to believe.  I then went on with my day, which starts with a low dose of Cymbalta and Meloxicam (an anti-inflammatory), which, although I don’t have RSD symptoms any longer, I take daily because I believe they work preventively. During the winter months, I increase the Cymbalta dose because I am positive that flare ups are more likely to occur when it’s cold.

So, this is how I live my life now, 25 years after developing RSD and working my way into remission, and it seems to work pretty well. I acknowledge the fear when it arises, (just last week as I went for my flu shot the whole “chest tightening-what if questioning-self calming routine” came into play), which I look at as a strong dose of “mental medicine”.

But the fear has its place, and in some ways I have come to appreciate it. It makes me cautious and reminds me that as much as I want to be a normal person (ha!) that in fact my nervous system is not. So  and I listen closely to my body and mind because they remind me not to overdo my daily activity, and they raise red flags when I am not dealing appropriately with the stressors of my job, so I can get back on track.

Finally, I do not take what is now a long-term remission from RSD for granted. I give thanks a lot – to be able to go for a walk with my husband and dog again!! To be able to focus on a good book without the constant anguishing burning fire that consumed my leg for so many years!!

Finally, to have become a humbler, kinder, gentler human being because of living with RSD is perhaps the greatest gift of all.

Thank you for the chance to share.

And always, please know I welcome individuals to reach out anytime.

Keven Mosley-Koehler

[email protected]

734-272-2929

CRPS/RSD & Surgery

Written by Debbie ONeal for the RSDSA blog.

The first thing that pops into my mind when I hear “surgery is needed “is pain.  Then it jumps to will it spread?  Then I worry about why I need surgery to begin with. I know a lot of us have horror stories about going to the hospital and having surgery.  My way of thinking in my 14 1/2-year journey with RSD/CRPS is you have to respect it.  If you’re hurt you give yourself time to heal.  You baby your injury.  Our syndrome effects our autoimmune system which effects the way we heal.  When having surgery to me it’s imperative that you keep the RSD/CRPS calm because it’s your best chance at healing as best we can. How do we keep the RSD calm and from flaring? You need to be on a pain pump immediately following any surgical procedure & a few days following procedure depending on the type of procedure you are having. This is because any trauma to your body can cause a flare.  So how do I make sure the doctors and nurses can do their best by me? I educate them.  Trust me when I say that sometimes when a doctor says he knows what RSD is doesn’t mean he understands how it’s treated or the complications that come with it.

For little over a year I was starting to get pain in my pelvic bone on my non-RSD/CRPS side. At first, I thought it was residual pain from 2 incisions that we’re made in my right upper thigh to put in a stent in my heart artery because it would come and go. After last year’s CRPS/RSD Awareness Walk in Long Island I thought the pain was from that day. Eventually I just thought the RSD/CRPS had spread.  I mentioned it to my pain doctor and primary care doctor and that was pretty much it. The pain got so horrific that I started spending more time in bed until I was practically bedridden.  I had been having issues with my bladder too and was seeing a urologist for that. Long story short she ordered a renal ultrasound which lead to the reason for my pain in my pelvic bone.  I had what is called a Staghorn Calculus which is a giant kidney stone which branches into the filter system of your kidney. It is extremely painful. It is right below RSD/CRPS on the McGill Pain Scale. The surgical procedure took 2 days.  I was in the Stony Brook Hospital for 9 days. Everyone I came in contact with at the hospital was great. I educated my team of doctors and nurses who were taking care of me during my stay in the hospital.  A student nurse saw the material I had given out to the staff and she came to my room and asked me about RSD/CRPS. This actually prompted her to lead a class after talking to her professor using the material I had given to the staff.

When you have a condition that is not well known, you must be your own Advocate. It’s not always easy, especially when you are dealing with the kind of pain levels as I do. Pain effects everything and can cause brain fog. So, you must make a list of what needs to be done prior to surgery and after. It’s hard to explain that fear to someone who knows nothing about RSD/CRPS or who has never really experienced intense pain.  So, I start thinking how can I educate my surgeon and the team of nurses who will care for me.  I know that the responsibility lies with me because let’s get real who else will do it.  For me, the third surgery was the charm. I also know a lot depends on the people who care for you in the hospital.

The first person I needed to educate was my surgeon. From the RSDSA website, I printed out information on RSD/CRPS, the Hospital and Emergency Room protocols and the wallet card. For him I also printed out the link and information about the free accredited courses for Doctors, Nurses, and Health Care professionals that he could take.  I highlighted the links for him too.

A week prior to surgery I followed up with the surgeon’s office, my primary care doctor, and my pain management doctor to make sure everyone was on board in regards to the pain pump and me also staying on my regular pain medication while recovering from the surgery.

You also have to educate the hospital staff who will be taking care of you. So, for them, I printed out Hospital Protocol, Emergency room protocol and the wallet card back and front on what RSD/CRPS is. I decided to go with these 3 because it had enough pertinent information and wouldn’t be overwhelming to read. I feel if that if you overload them with material, they won’t read it all. Sometimes less is more.  I printed out 10 copies, stapled the 4 pages together and put them in the folder with the medical information I needed to bring with me to the hospital.

I gave it to the nurses in the procedure area, they in turn put it on the top of my folder. I had them put red bands on my RSD/CRPS arm and leg so anyone treating me would know not to touch that side.  When I got to my room in the hospital, I gave the nurse who was taking care of me 2 copies, one for her to put with my chart and one for the nurse’s station. When the team of doctors came in the next morning, I gave them a copy. When the pain management doctor came in, I gave her a copy too. I was very lucky that everyone was so receptive. Let’s be realistic that doesn’t always happen for everyone.

After I was discharged, a nurse came to my house twice a week for 2 1/2 weeks and a physical therapist came once.  I educated them too and gave them the same printouts.

  1. If a surgeon isn’t open to learning about your condition, find one who is.
  2. Make sure your doctors talk to each and they are all aware of what’s going to be done.
  3. Make a list. I keep a pad and pen in my living room, kitchen and bedroom so when something pops in my head that I don’t want to forget I can jot it down.

I hope this helps others have a positive experience the next time they go to the doctor. All the publications I mentioned can be found on RSDSA’s Website.

Remember YOU are in control of Your Treatment.  Always ask questions and if something doesn’t seem right get another opinion. If you’re not comfortable having something done, then say so. A good doctor will always listen and respect you.

You can find all the pamphlets on RSDSA Website or they can mail to you.

https://rsds.org/empower-yourself-with-the-latest-crpsrsd-information/ or call 1.877.662.7737.

The accredited courses on CRPS for MD’s, Ph.D.’s, and RN’s has two programs that are being offered on the AAPM website. These accredited courses include: a “Comprehensive Overview of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome” as well an In-Depth Look at CRPS: From Diagnosis to Treatment as Illustrated by Case Histories. Philip Getson, DO, is the presenter for both of these programs.

RSDSA launches a $10,000 matching challenge for CRPS research 

By James W. Broatch, MSW, RSDSA Executive Vice President, Director

In August, I blogged about Jen’s Gift, a posthumously published collection of Jennifer Abramson’s optimistic and spirit-filled postings from her Instagram profile. Despite suffering with Lyme disease, toxic mold syndrome, and CRPS which rendered her housebound, Jen posted beautiful unique photos accompanied by insightful quotes, clever humor, and wisdom which continue to inspire her readers today.

In celebration of Jen’s life, Annie Abramson, Jen’s mother, has created a fundraising challenge for the CRPS community during November’s CRPS Awareness month. Annie has pledged to match up to $10,000 for every dollar which is spent purchasing Jen’s Gift or donated in Jen’s memory. All of the challenge proceeds will be invested in RSDSA’s research fund.

Jen’s Gift is a wonderful treat for yourself or for friends. To purchase a copy, please visit, jensgiftbook.com.

To donate in Jen’s memory, consider making a donation to RSDSA today!

November’s CRPS Awareness Month is Fast Approaching

Written by James W. Broatch, RSDSA’s Executive Vice President, Director

I want to reissue my invitation to the RSDSA community to participate in November’s CRPS Awareness Month.

“As November’s CRPS Awareness month nears, I would like to offer our community members an opportunity to share their stories, their successes, hopes, and what ifs. We would like to share a story each day of the month on our blog and social media platforms. If you are interested, please email me at [email protected] Thank you. Best of health, Jim Broatch #CRPS #RSD #chronicpain #crpshope #rsdsa Please share or Retweet.” 

So far, I have received many commitments from individuals with CRPS to share their CRPS journey narrative but few submitted stories. Flex those fingers and start writing. Please send your story as a word document with a photo (as in jpeg if desired).

Please consider participating in the many activities and events across our country planned for November.  I would like to highlight a few of the upcoming events for your consideration.

First: Color the World Orange (CTWO) is an annual event held the first Monday of November to spread awareness of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS), also known as Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD). The fifth annual event will be held on Monday November 5.

Across the globe people with CRPS and supporters will be wearing orange, as well as planning events to spread awareness and raising funds to support research of this debilitating condition. All donations to this page will be invested in RSDSA’s research fund. CTWO does not receive any money from this fundraiser.

Color the World Orange is a day for the whole community to join together and show that even though we are in pain, we are strong!

For more information visit:

Website: Color the World Orange™
Facebook: facebook.com/ColorTheWorldOrange
Email: [email protected]
Twitter: twitter.com/CRPSOrangeDay
Instagram: instagram.com/colortheworldorange

There are so many other events, facebook.com/pg/RSDSA/events/. Whether you live in California, New Jersey, or Florida, please get involved.

Another way to make a difference is to share our free educational accredited courses for physicians, nurses, and psychologists in your community, especially by sharing our course for pediatric CRPS.

If you have any other suggestions to promote greater awareness of CRPS, please email me at [email protected].

Former State Representative Develops Little-Known Syndrome

By Honorable Jennifer R. Lesogor-Coffey

Manchester, NH, October 2018 – Former New Hampshire State Representative and Civil rights Advocate has been diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) Type 2. It is a disease that affects only 200,000 people in the United States according to National Health Statistics and the National RSDSA organization based in Connecticut.

I’m a strong woman who is an accomplished award-winning published author, strong advocate for the rights of women to care for themselves, and a two-time cancer survivor. I hit my mile marker of five years breast cancer free this past September. I’m a strong advocate of promoting greater CRPS awareness to ensure early detection especially after being diagnosed with CRPS Type 2, the rarest form affecting approximately 7% of the 200,000 people with CRPS.

When I learned of my diagnosis, “it was devastating, at a time when I should have been celebrating my success over breast cancer, here I was facing a serious unknown that can carry serious long-term ramifications. I knew I had to learn and get up or this thing would rule my days and nights.” Determination took off from there and within two weeks of diagnosis, I as already in touch with the RSDSA Organization and using information from their web pages and administrators.

So, you’re probably wondering how I developed CRPS. Well, please allow me to tell my story.

I was 42 years young and an active Emergency Medical Technician (EMT). I had just finished also serving four years in the New Hampshire House as a State Representative. Having ended my tenure as the Vice-Chair of Commerce among other things, I had a full plate and a lot of stress. I liked having many jobs, the more I had to do the less time I spent at home.

I had a routine mammogram on my birthday and remember taking a picture of the purple gown, ‘opening in the front please” and joking around about getting my boobs “squished”.  I was not ready as if anyone is to hear that I had breast cancer, Invasive ductal carcinoma stage 1 er pr positive and hers2 negative. I was “lucky” they said. I had the “good cancer”. Then they found a second location under the nipple and that gave me two options, lumpectomies with a 20% risk of re-occurrence, or a mastectomy. I chose the latter, had a tram flap reconstruction and what had been a healthy body walking in, was wheeled out barely able to walk. Two surgeries later, I would start down the road of post mastectomy syndrome (PMPS), and find myself with CRPS type 2 with a possible nicked phrenic nerve with a lot of nerves severed throughout my chest, a “fix” not in the cards for me.

I had been on the strong medications and it was awful, I felt out of it and unable to enjoy life or even remember most of it. I walked around in a haze and fell way too much. I got off the meds and changed my eating habits, learned to take it easy. I learned that I had to respect my body and know when it was better to stay home then risk it. To “get used to pain” to try to tolerate higher amounts of it, because this is for life and once you start down that road of stronger meds, it only grows in my mind. Perhaps I am wrong, but I fear that and that alone says don’t take them. I am set up for failure by my own fear of the medications and what they could do. I’m not liking the pain but at least I can enjoy aspects of life.

I have good days and bad days. One day I may be walking well and using the cane. The next day I might be using the power chair to go the bathroom from my bedroom. My place is not that big, but the steps hurt so much I can’t stand it. At least if I use the machine I can get to the bathroom and spare myself the indignity of having an accident. It’s embarrassing and at my age awful to have happen. I am blessed to have a supportive boyfriend who doesn’t care what needs to be done, so long as it is done, and I do not suffer.

Support is so important, and I have to say my son has also been great. It is strange when you have your “child” giving you their opinion on what care you should seek and how much research they have already done to understand what is wrong with you.  Sometimes I think he knows more than I do. It’s reassuring that he understands and thanks to growing up with an EMT for a Mom he has a very good understanding of EMS, and many medical issues and jargon. I truly believe he could pass a medical terminology test with no issue at all, perhaps even challenge a basic EMT exam, at the very least a first responder. He was 15 months old when I started out as a nursing assistant. As my career changed he saw me study, heard me, and at times held me, when I came home from a bad call.

Currently, I’m very good at appearing to be a strong independent woman who some feared, yet I lived in terror. I feared going home to an abusive husband who often wished me dead. I became defensive and increasingly suspicious of others as the affects of living in fear became out of control.

There is something to be said for learning coping skills and being able to admit that yes, I suffered long standing traumas that led to Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have no shame.  That belongs to the adults in my abusive childhood, and the husband who promised to love and protect me, but who I grew to fear the most would kill me, as he screamed “hurry up and die bitch”. At times I would sleep in the closet waiting for him to pass out from whatever it was he was “only” drinking that night.

Here I sit a survivor of many things but a warrior against CRPS. No one should suffer with what is called the “suicide disease” or the “most painful known to man” disease. We need more studies, more treatments, a cure! There needs to be better options for pain control, muscle spasms, intestinal issues, and all the other areas that this horrible and debilitating syndrome affects. There are days when I can’t get up out of bed without a struggle. Sometimes, I think I am good and then I try to climb the stairs and realize if leave the house, I will never make it back up the stairs.

No one should have to live this way, the only way to change that is to support RSDSA, by speaking up and encouraging more research so that we are left behind because we are the unlucky few. CRPS doesn’t care if you are a child or an adult, if you are black or white, it affects all races and ages, so please, join the fight to end CRPS and our suffering.

For more information, contact: [email protected].  For information regarding the Hon. Jennifer Coffey, please visit jenncoffey.com all rights reserved 2018 ©

Swimming Against the Current

By Jenny Picciotto for the RSDSA blog.

November is National Complex Regional Pain Syndrome Awareness Month, and November 17, 2018 holds special significance for Konnie Parke. On the 7th anniversary of the surgery that led to her CRPS, she intends to celebrate in an unusual way – she will televise a swim-a-thon in her garage to raise awareness about this rare disease.

Her goal is to swim for seven hours over a 24-hour period – in 15 to 30-minute increments – while live streaming the event. “Doing a fundraiser feels intimidating,” she says, “but it’s a passionate project of the heart. I can’t walk, I can’t run, I can’t Zumba, but I can swim. It’s my way of giving back.” In fact, swimming has become an integral part of her pain management strategy, which includes medications, acupressure, biofeedback, and participating in a choir. Interspersed between swim sessions, her family will talk about how CRPS has affected them, and Konnie will share alternative therapies that have helped her adapt. She hopes to include a taped interview with her pain doctor, and will post a video about her experience on a fundraising website.

Having CRPS affected everyone in Konnie’s family, and they hope that sharing their story will help others by validating their experience and offering tips on finding ways to cope with the life altering dynamics of living with CPRS.

Konnie developed CRPS after knee surgery. She was back to work as a Registered Nurse (RN) within 24 hours, but three days later she couldn’t finish her shift. Her leg was blue and mottled. The pain was so intense that she could barely drive home and had to pull over. As an RN, she knew the icy pain and blue color signaled lack of blood flow. “It looked dead,” she says.

When she visited her surgeon, he told her she had RSD but offered no advice. “You’re a nurse,” he said. “Look it up.” Then he walked out of the room. Her primary care physician’s only advice was to “Get used to a new normal.” “I was furious with this advice,” says Konnie. “I liked my life just as it was.” Over time she came to understand how important this advice was, she was going to have to be the driver of her own treatment plan.

She began to research treatment options, sorting through information gleaned from the internet and RSDSA newsletters. She started working with desensitization, but even the light touch of a feather caused extreme pain. She was referred to a pain management clinic where she tried many different medications, painful spinal injections, a spinal cord stimulator, and physical therapy. When these failed, her doctor told her that opiate therapy was her last resort.

Within a year of her diagnosis, she had to give up her job and her career. For the next 18 months she was restricted to bed, relied on a cane for walking, and developed full-body spasms that resembled seizures. She needed progressively higher doses of medications and felt like a walking zombie. Like many people taking opioids to manage chronic pain, she endured monthly doctor visits, urine tests, judgmental pharmacists, and insensitive comments by family and friends.

Prior to CRPS, Konnie worked as a public health emergency planner, and managed the Medical Reserve Corps, a volunteer organization made up of medical volunteers. She also participated in community and church emergency preparedness activities. Research and planning for public health emergencies prepared her for research of another kind – surviving.

“I had a full life,” she says, “but CRPS changed everything. My husband and I had our retirement all planned out. I carried the life and health insurance policies through my employer. We were out of debt, and I deposited my checks into retirement accounts in the hope of filling missions for our church after retirement. Developing CRPS was like a boot full of water suddenly tipped upside down. We had to change our whole life plan.”

Over her lifetime, Konnie had overcome several injuries and health challenges, but developing CRPS in her left leg was a game-changer. It was hard for her family, co-workers and neighbors to understand why she wasn’t getting better. She remembers being “silly grandma,” the one who would romp on the floor on hands and knees, giggling with her grandchildren. But now they were cautioned by their concerned parents to stay away. Even a slight bump sent her pain through the roof. She was relegated to sitting with her leg elevated and wrapped in heat blankets. To help the grandchildren understand, she euphemistically referring to her legs as the “happy leg” and the “sad leg.” This was one of many adaptations needed to find a new normal while living with chronic pain.

Frustrated by the side effects of opioid therapy, Konnie continued to research alternative treatments. She discovered a video of Dr. Pradeep Chopra at an RSDSA patient conference discussing the pathophysiology of the inflammatory response. As an RN, she was interested to learn that glial cells in the Central Nervous System release cytokines, which travel to the site of an injury to create inflammation, a normal process to heal damaged tissue. In CRPS, however, the inflammatory response doesn’t shut down and glial cells remain activated. Dr. Chopra explained that in the short term, opioids reduce pain by blocking glial cell receptors, slowing the release of inflammatory cytokines. In the long term, however, opioid therapy can misfire, as glial cells develop the capacity to grow more receptors that release even more cytokines, setting up a self-perpetuating cycle of inflammation. According to Dr. Chopra, low dose naltrexone (LDN), which cannot be used in combination with opioid therapy, deactivates glial cells[1]. It was a therapy Konnie was determined to try.

At the same time she was exploring biofeedback, a method of learning to control body processes, and Tapping, a practice that merges Eastern acupressure with Western affirmation. During flares, she would practice these techniques, which encouraged her to lovingly accept herself, to acknowledge her feelings, and to visualize her body cancelling the pain. “But I felt like I couldn’t have a conversation with my brain while I was taking opiates.”

For many months Konnie brought research about LDN therapy to her doctor, but he refused to consider this alternative therapy. Finally in March 2016, facing another dosage increase, she took a drastic measure. Against doctor’s advice, she decided to wean off opiates to show her doctor how serious she was about trying LDN.

“I tried to get a weaning schedule from my doctor, but calls weren’t returned,” says Konnie. “Using my medical knowledge, I took the next six weeks to wean from two types of opioids.” Then, with research in hand, she went back to her doctor, told him she was off opioids and asked him to reconsider LDN as an option. “He made me wait another four weeks to prove I was opiate free, but he finally gave me a prescription for LDN based on Dr. Chopra’s dosing schedule.”

Stopping opioid therapy wasn’t easy. “The physical withdrawal was really bad,” she says, “even though I had a physical dependence on opiates, I had no psychological addiction.” Working with biofeedback and Tapping, she learned to tamp down the anxiety that comes with unpredictable severe pain; letting go of thoughts like “I can’t live like this” and “what if it never goes away?” With practice, she has had success reducing pain. Her flares last days now, not months or years. She still has “damn it days,” when she takes to bed with a heating pad, but she feels like she has more options to deal with it, and that gives her hope.

Today Konnie relies on a combination of medications, pool therapy, audio books, Tapping, and biofeedback. She no longer needs a cane, and dedicates the first two hours of the day to her swim-spa. “Depending on how rough a night it’s been, sometimes I’m toast after that.” She also enjoys participating in a choir, which distracts her from the pain by engaging her mind.

Although her insurance covered an expensive surgery to implant a spinal cord stimulator, she had to save for two years until she could afford the indoor swim-spa, which has become her daily therapy. She swims against a current of water, modifying her strokes to compensate for the CRPS in her left leg, and the damage to her right hip from extra load bearing. The buoyancy of the water allows her to move in ways she couldn’t outside the water. “I use an aqua-jogger belt to keep afloat, and foam barbells. I have developed ways to do step aerobics, dance, hula and Tai chi.”

When she began, she could only be in the water for two minutes at a time, but has built up to being in the pool for several hours. Some days she blasts Led Zeppelin while exercising, and other days she just lets the bubbles pour over her body. “The 92 degree water helps my blood flow, because the capillaries in my leg shut down in water below 90 degrees. It also helps manage my spasms,” she said. “It’s my happy place, where I feel I have the most control over my body.”

By sharing her story, Konnie hopes to inspire other people coping with CRPS. She also wants to encourage doctors, physical therapists, and insurers to consider (and pay for) alternate therapies. “It’s about the bigger picture,” she says, “above and beyond my own little story. If someone can glean something useful from my story, that’s mission accomplished.”

She will donate contributions from her First Giving page to RSDSA, which has been a source of information and hope during her journey.

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Jenny Picciotto is a writer and CRPS patient who enjoys reading and playing the piano. She was a yoga instructor and massage therapist before CRPS changed her trajectory. She currently lives in Hawaii, where she facilitates the Oahu CRPS Support Group.

[1] https://www.ldnresearchtrust.org/content/low-dose-naltrexone-and-chronic-pain-pradeep-chopra-md

Sheryl’s HOPE

Written by Sheryl Rehs for the RSDSA blog.

This is a story about adversity and fear. It’s a story about emotional and physical pain, but ultimately, it’s a story about acceptance and hope.

Hi! My name is Sheryl and I’m 56 years old. I’ve lived in Tucson Arizona since 2005. I moved to Tucson leaving my entire family in New York due to medical reasons. I was married for 23 years, have two incredible children, ran my own company, and was truly overwhelmed with stress.

In 2005, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS). For three years I had horrific brain fog and fatigue. Divorced and remarried, I was a triathlete at that time and was in the best shape of my life!  For treatment, I started daily Copaxone injections that started making indentations all over the injection sites. Then I received Tysabri infusions once a month (thank goodness for good insurance). After two years, the brain fog lifted and my MS went into remission. I had MRI brain scans every six months and I always asked the radiologist if I could just see the scans since I knew what the lesions looked like. I clearly remember seeing my scan and looking at the radiologist, asking if lesions could or would go away because I saw they didn’t have the light they usually do. She said “lesions never go away but they do become inactive!” I was flying high! My doctor confirmed the scan’s findings. HOPE!

In 2010, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA). My hands were crippled. My rheumatologist and MS doctor both agreed that I was very “special” having MS and RA. Rare but it does happen. I’m so thankful they were working together to help me. I eventually went on Rituximab (Chemo) infusions every four months! It helped so much with the pain in my hands. The first treatment is 5 1/2 hours and the second, two weeks later, is 3 1/2 hours. I did it every four months. (I’m still doing them every six months). HOPE

I’ve always had a very positive attitude. My parents brought me up believing I can do anything I set my mind to. That applies to overcoming pain. As long as I have HOPE!

In 2014, I was on vacation in Michigan with my partner at the time. I remember we were talking about moving a rock, the next thing I remember was looking up at the sky and saying I can’t feel anything, it’s so beautiful.  I flipped over the Rock and broke my neck. My family wanted to transfer me to NY but the surgeon warned if they moved me, I-would become d be a quadriplegic. The surgeon performed a laminectomy. I was in the hospital for three weeks. They sent me home with a feeding tube because they couldn’t do any more or for me.

I ended up with a severed nerve in my Central Nervous System. I came back home to Tucson going to extensive physical therapy (PT). A blessing occurred. They had trouble putting in the feeding tube and used a small camera. A small mass in the lining of my stomach the size of a pea was discovered. When I was home and stable, I went to the Mayo clinic to check it out. They were confident it was nothing but they were wrong, it was a schwannoma in the lining of my stomach. They called it a serendipity! If the feeding tube had not been inserted and the schwannoma not discovered early, they would have had to take out most of my stomach. Feeling blessed and again hopeful

That March, my doctor told me I should start exercising again but slowly. As an extreme athlete, I thought yoga would be the best way to start. Easy? Yeah… No! My body was trembling the first few weeks and eventually, thank goodness for a fantastic yoga teacher Brianna Arndst who helped me regain my strength and develop a true appreciation for meditation. I was on a lot of opioids at that time. I hated taking pills, disliking how opioids made me feel. It reminded me of the brain fog I lived in during my MS days. I came off all opioids and pain medicine cold turkey. I wanted to kill myself! A friend suggested contacting a physician who specializes in pain management. I contacted the NY Pain Institute and spoke with my MS doctor. We were on the same page. My doctor suggested a temporary intrathecal pump temporarily until I could become a candidate for stem cell surgery. I went for several procedures before they implanted an intrathecal pain pump.  At first they put morphine in. I itched like crazy, then fentanyl, same thing, then Clonidine! Yes- finally pain reduced from 9-10 to 3-4! Glorious! HOPE! Over the next two years I could never get below a 3-4 pain level even increasing up to a 10 plus during monsoon season or the cold weather. Now I was still waiting for the stem cell surgery…. still lots of HOPE!

In April of 2018, I broke my ankle, tib and fib. My surgeon, Dr Dalal at TMC was concerned. I looked at him and said “It’s only a break, I’ll be fine! If it’s more than that we will have another conversation” HOPE! Well after my cast came off I was diagnosed with CRPS.  He jumped on it!  He called around and I saw a pain management doctor the next day, Dr. Cornidez at PISA. Dr Cornidez and his team of doctors started lower lumbar sympathetic nerve blocks. I had some relief after my 5th injection. After my 9th block, Dr Cornidez and I conferred He is an amazing, positive physician! I’m so thankful to have wonderful positive doctors helping me. I’ve had 24 injections and my ankle is almost back to normal. After every injection, I went to PT. I also started getting results after seeing my metaphysical therapist once a week. I had my primary care physician fill out paperwork for me to get a handicap sticker for my car. My doctor applied for a temporary sticker, he knew I’d conquer the CRPS and be able to walk again normally. That’s was huge for me! More HOPE from another great doctor.

I truly believe it’s a 360 approach to promote help healing. I exercise six days a week (whether I want to or not, I meet a friend who lost her son and we are committed to meeting five days a week). I meditate every day, eat a 90% plant-based diet, I see my Chinese guru reflexologist for a massage every Sunday and maintain a very positive attitude each and every day! Again, I do lose it every once in a while but for the most part, I choose to smile all the time! I’ve tried everything and anything someone has suggested; my life is all about healing my ankle and getting back to the norm of a severed nerve in my central nervous system. It’s crazy what our new norm becomes after an injury. I’ve also had great success with a sound bath. A sound bath is the sound of crystal bowls which helps reset your CNS. I’ve been to a few group sessions and felt the vibrations in my body. Brianna Arndst offers private sessions. I’ve done 2 private sessions. The first time I felt like the bottom of my stomach was falling out and then this incredible electricity went through all the limbs in my body. It’s was nothing I’ve ever felt before. I loved it. I did another private session last weekend with her and this time, I felt the electrifying feeling from my right hip down to my right foot the entire time (that’s where the CRPS is). When the session was over, my ankle was warm and the blood was flowing, still a little swollen and slightly burning. I had my last lower lumbar sympathetic nerve block on Monday! My doctor was thrilled at the progress. I saw my PT on Tuesday, she too was extremely excited and hopeful at me progress. I know deep down in my heart my doctors jumped on my CRPS and I’m going to be okay. I’d love to help in any way to raise awareness for this horrific disease. If doctors can diagnose it immediately, I truly believe we can conquer this deadly disease. I’m here for anyone who needs HOPE and support. (Editor’s note: Sheryl’s email is [email protected])

Please please please…. never give up there is always HOPE💞

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Another Rider for RSDSA

By James W. Broatch, RSDSA Executive Vice President, Director

In October, a friend of RSDSA, Tatum Bunnett will be embarking on a bike ride across our country to raise CRPS awareness and funds for RSDSA. You can donate on her FirstGiving page to help her.

This is what Tatum plans:

“I am a recent high school graduate who was diagnosed with CRPS when I was in the 5th grade. I was born with birth defects in both feet which caused CRPS, I battled CRPS for 3 years. After months and months of therapy, I was able to begin living a more normal lifestyle. While I am incredibly lucky to be able to control my CRPS and live normally again, it is still something I think about every day. That is why in the Fall of 2018 I will be embarking on a two-and-a-half-month bike ride across the US to raise awareness about CRPS. My father and I will be riding about 60 miles a day to complete the 3,000-mile journey and we will be riding from California to Florida over these months! CRPS has had a huge impact on my life and now I am looking forward to being able to give back to the CRPS community by spreading awareness about CRPS. Thank you!”

You may remember that Tatum’s sister a recent Stanford School of Design graduate and two classmates designed a free downloadable pattern for comfortable work pants for people with CRPS who are experiencing hypersensitivity.  Their main mission was to empower people with CRPS, especially women. They designed and tested alterations to women’s slacks that could help alleviate some of the pain that many pants cause on people with CRPS. They created an instruction sheet, so that anyone who is interested can download it for free online, take the pattern, an existing pair of pants, and fabric to their local seamstress to have their pants altered specifically for them. This model is much cheaper than manufacturing an entirely new clothing line for both us and our users. Check it out!

Likewise, in 2015, three young men rode the Great Divide in honor of Tessa Brianne Frank to raise CRPS awareness and funds for RSDSA.

Please join me in wishing Tatum and her father Godspeed as they embark on this arduous journey.  Please consider making a gift to support their effort and help RSDSA continue to make a difference in the lives of all affected by CRPS.  We will keep you informed of their journey.

Fifth Annual Color The World Orange for CRPS/RSD Awareness is Nov. 5

By The Color The World Orange™ Team for the RSDSA blog.

Get your orange ready! The fifth-annual Color The World Orange™ for Complex Regional Pain Syndrome/Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Awareness is November 5.

Buildings, bridges and landmarks around the world will be lit orange on Nov. 5 including Niagara Falls, the Helmsley Building in New York, the Wrigley Building in Chicago, the CN Tower in Toronto, the Blackpool Tower in England and many more! In addition, a number of US politicians have granted proclamations recognizing Color The World Orange and November as CRPS/RSD Awareness Month.

The easiest way to get involved is to wear orange and post a picture to social media with the hashtag: #CRPSORANGEDAY. Make sure to ask friends, family, support groups and medical teams to wear orange as well.

We encourage the CRPS/RSD community to be creative and have fun! In the past supporters have held parties where everything is orange, some have hosted informational sessions with their doctor, while others have worked with their local schools and businesses. Some have even hung orange twinkle lights outside their house on the night of Color The World Orange to spread awareness!

Here are a few more suggestions:

  • Change your social media profiles to one of the Color The World Orange™ logos
  • Ask local businesses to hang signs advertising Color The World Orange™ and leave a basket of orange ribbons on the counter:
  • Ask your medical team to display a Color The World Orange™ pamphlet in its waiting room:
  • Speak to your local newspaper or television station to request a story on CRPS/RSD. Visit the Color The World Orange™ Facebook page for a ‘Build Your Own Press Release’ you can use

Color The World Orange™ was started in 2014 to bring global attention to a disorder that, unfortunately, too few people understand. It is held annually on the first Monday of November to bring together all those affected for one common goal—CRPS/RSD awareness! For the fifth-annual event, together our voices will be heard. Let’s show the world that while we are in pain, we are strong.

The fourth annual Color the World Orange™ in 2017 was the largest yet with more than 100 buildings, bridges and landmarks around the world lit orange to spread awareness, including Niagara Falls, the fountains in Trafalgar Square in London, the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans and five Billboards in Times Square New York. With your support, we hope to make Color The World Orange™ 2018 the biggest yet!

For more ideas and to see a list of all buildings set to turn orange for this year’s Color The World Orange™, please visit colortheworldorange.com

To learn more about Color The World Orange events, please like our Facebook page.

Traversing the Minefields

By Linda Young

Like a purveyor of fine wine or food, I am a purveyor of a neurological disorder that has impeded my body but not sacrificed my mind or soul for the past eight years. CRPS (Complex Regional Pain Syndrome) or RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy) as it is commonly referred to is worthy of the acronym “CRAPS!” One day you are waltzing through life easily and gracefully and all of a sudden you wake up one morning with a leg that is blue and mottled. No doctor is able to diagnose the problem as you rotate between all of them. First, there is the internist, the orthopedist, then the neurologist, the rheumatologist, and the pain specialist. Everything is ending in “ist” and there is still nobody to help.

By now you are sensitive to the touch and on a scale of one to ten your pain is “off the charts.” There is no number in the world that can equate with what you are feeling! There are no answers. I always thought that doctors were supposed to have answer. How myopic I was in my thinking. In the meantime, you are sweating profusely and your bed sheets can’t even touch you, not even your clothing can touch you for fear of screeching pain. You are literally naked and alone, stripped of your inhibitions, your center of gravity, and your good karma. The MAC truck could arrive at your front door and put you out of your pain and suffering for all you care. Your hope is waning and then the blue mottling and gruesome pain spreads to your other leg.

Alas, a pain specialist through one of the foremost and well reputed hospitals in Los Angeles puts a name to what you have. COMPLEX REGIONAL PAIN SYNDROME! “What the heck,” “why me,” and “how come this happened” is racing through your mind. Unfortunately, you are void of immediate answers. Albeit, more tests are undertaken including seven spinal blocks, a brain scan, a whole-body scan, and other ongoing forms of radiation. This egregious disorder is starting to wear me out but it’s not going to take me down. You reach a point where living is the best and only alternative. So, you move forward until this so called “revered” specialist no longer believes you have CRPS and is unsure as to what you have.

Frustration, a high level of angst, anger, and even the need to throttle this doctor who assured you he would intervene is prevalent. Your legs have begun to atrophy, you have a knee brace the size of Mt. Rushmore, and are walking with a cane. This is once you conjure up enough strength and courage to get your pitiful poor aching body out of bed. Now there is no hope in sight!

One frequents emergency rooms for pain relief, you can’t urinate properly, and skilled doctors and nurses tell you that there is nothing wrong. “It’s all in your head!” There is talk of seeking out an herbalist in Santa Monica or visiting an acupuncturist. Where do you turn as the road slowly narrows?

I suffered for two agonizing years but I was one of the lucky ones. “Why?” you may ask. Because I had Rolls Royce medical insurance and access to the best doctors anywhere in the country. I knew that no matter how debilitating this disorder was I could conjure up enough hope to move forward. I have seen the unlucky faces of those who are in worse condition. I have seen those who have also been told it’s all in your head. I have seen those who have accessed a never-ending pool of doctors. I have seen those who are cringing in pain, and I have seen those who have no access to the appropriate medical insurance and have been turned away by many a doctor’s office.

This invisible disability made me fight like hell! I endured the mind-altering opiates, I endured the grueling physical therapy and I endured the millions of nights screaming and writhing in pain. I traversed the minefields for two years until I could seek out a specialist who would affirm and confirm my previous diagnosis. Yes, I had CRPS/RSD. Unfortunately, I had lost precious time! The disorder had spread to a point where any and all pain signals could not be shut off in my brain. And now, both my arms were impacted by this insidious disease.

I lost my ability to teach, I lost my ability to play tennis, I lost my ability to partake in Yoga and Pilates. But, I never lost my ability to appreciate or embrace life. Eventually, I had a spinal cord stimulator implanted and consider myself one of the lucky few that has had remarkable results. My life has broadened and become even more enriching. I now know what it is like to go to the top of Mt. Scopus and watch the sun set, I know what it is like to walk along the Seine, and I know what it is like to hear the morning sounds during Tokyo’s rush hour (Linda shared a photo of her in Tokyo). A life well lived and even more purposeful and guided.

You may contact Linda Young via email at [email protected]