Knowing When To Push Yourself with CRPS

How far should you push yourself and your CRPS. Samantha delves into stress, events, and how to say no to doing something that'll set you over.Written by Samantha Barrett

What is your limit? How far can you truly push yourself and your CRPS? How do you gauge each and every day  when your ability changes by the hour? Samantha has experienced this and has some stories that may help.

As someone who has been living with CRPS for over a decade, I ultimately know what my limits are. Did I learn what they were right away? Absolutely not. There was a lot of trial and error in the process. But overtime, I’ve learned to read the signals that my body has given me. I’ve met a lot of people with CRPS in my time with it, and the one thing everyone is trying to figure out is what is pushing too far and when they can push more. While I’m not an expert, and I don’t play one on TV, I figured I’d offer a little bit of insight to this subject.

First of all, we need to make one thing incredibly clear. Only you can tell what your body is feeling and experiencing. Your best friend, mother, brother, neighbor, or local sales person cannot personally feel or experience your pain, fatigue, or anything else. Therefore, only you can make the decision about if you’re in too much pain to do something. Don’t get me wrong, there are days when I ask my family or friends if I should do something, for example: “Well, we just went to a movie. Do you think I should try to go shopping now too, or should I go rest?” In reality, I’m not asking them how I feel. Overtime, it’s become my warning (which they understand). I should be saying: “Hey, we just went to a movie, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, but we can try to go to a couple stores.” I’ve experienced something that I expect most people have. A group of friends wanted to go ice skating (yup, ice skating) and asked if I’d be going. I said no, my ankles can’t handle that and the cold puts me in severe pain. A few of them got frustrated with me and said I wasn’t even trying. At the time, I was devastated and debated on trying to go. I didn’t end up going. I tried to explain to them, even after it all settled, but they never understood. Needless to say, this type of thing happened a few times and I’m no longer friends with them. Trust me, you don’t have the time for that kind of negativity in your life.
While many of you have heard and use the spoon theory (which I do too, especially for POTS), that doesn’t always make sense to people. With CRPS, some days I can handle much more than others, while other days I can barely handle brushing my teeth. When I try to make plans in advance, I make sure to remind people that my ability to function changes with each day. Things like the weather, stress, sleep, activity, and more can affect my abilities. So, if I make plans to go to dinner with friends one night after work, I try to keep them updated during the day. Some days, I can push myself to go to dinner. Other days, I know that if I tried to go to dinner after work, I’d be paying for it dearly within 10 minutes of sitting down at the table. While cancelling or postponing is never fun, it is something you have to come to terms with. When making plans, I’d recommend making that clear.

Special occasions are tough. Whether it is a holiday, a milestone event, or a celebration, most of the time we don’t want to miss these events. If I know I have something big coming up, I try to take it easy for at least a week in advance. I still work and do errands, but I won’t do anything extra. When the special occasion comes up, I try to make sure I take it easy during the event. If it’s something like Christmas, I’ll wake up, go out and open presents with my family and eat our cinnamon buns (tradition), but then I’ll go sit or lay down for a bit. We do all of our prep for holidays the entire week before. Then, when it gets closer to people coming over, I’ll get up, get dressed, and head back out to the living room. I’ll help out here and there, but I save all of my energy for when people are actually there. That night, I go to bed as soon as I can to start trying to regain my strength. While it hasn’t happened yet, I’m doing a similar thing for my wedding. I took a few days off before the wedding (both to finish last minute details and to rest). The rehearsal will be short, I’ll sit for almost all of the rehearsal dinner, and I’ll hopefully go to bed early. My bridesmaids are staying at my house the night of the wedding so they can help out the next day. I’m getting my hair and makeup done at home, I’ll be resting up before I put my dress on, and we made sure to factor in some time to sit down and relax in our prep room at the wedding venue. Unfortunately, to save my energy, this means I’ll be missing out on my cousin’s graduation party, but I have to conserve my energy and keep my pain and stress low, especially since they live a few hours away.

Now, life will always have stressors in it, that is inevitable, however there are times when stressors are worse than others. Every day stress can be pushed through (i.e. traffic, work, what to have for dinner, etc.). But there are some stressors that require you to take a step back, absorb what’s happening, and rest your body up. These stressors are major events or major news that rock your world a little bit. When your body is under a lot of stress, your pain levels can escalate and your immune system can be lowered (again, I’m not a medical professional). But it is during these times where you need to take care of yourself.

If there is one thing you take away from this blog, I hope that it is you must take care of yourself without feeling guilty. We are only given this one life to live. Yes, we’re living it with pain. But we just have to adapt and keep on moving forward. We know what our bodies can handle, what will trigger our pain, and how to cope with our pain in most cases. Take charge of your life, push yourself, but not beyond your breaking point. Live life to the fullest and remember to be confident in your decisions. You have to do what is best for you.

Painting CRPS: A Nurse’s Reflection of the Bible and Its Correlation to CRPS

Alyssa's painting based on Matthew 6:26 reflects her thoughts on CRPSWritten by Alyssa Skillman for the RSDSA blog. Reshared with permission.

Alyssa Skillman, RN, BSN had the wonderful opportunity to create a canvas and acrylic painting for the Boston Scientific Neuromodulation headquarters in California. They have a program that allows their patients with implanted devices to create artwork and send it in to be hung at the corporate office. Alyssa stated, “My rep knew I like to paint so she was excited to get me into the program. The company sent me the painting supplies and guidelines (for consistency purposes). This is what I created and the meaning behind it.”

Thank you for the opportunity to share my artwork. I hope you will take a moment to read what this painting represents and what it means to me.

I based this painting on the Bible verse Matthew 6:26, that says “Look at the bird of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” This verse means a lot to me, because it reminds me to fully trust in God. Living with CRPS (Complex Regional Pain Syndrome), it is easy to feel anxious about the future.  This verse reminds me that the Lord cares for me, knows my every need, and will provide.

The trees represent each season of the year: spring, summer, fall, and winter. They also represent the seasons of life. This symbolizes that no matter what season we are going through in life, whether good times or hard times, it reminds us that the Lord is always with us in every season life brings.

The birds in the painting are a representation of the birds mentioned in Matthew 6:26. However, notice that all of the birds are the same color except for one. One bird is orange, while the rest are black.  The orange bird represents a person with CRPS. This signifies how CRPS is an invisible illness, and how patients like me often blend in with everyone else even though we are different.  Even though you cannot see our pain, we try our best every day to fly right along next to the other birds.

You Have to Be There – Friendship and RSD

Shannon blogs about friendship and RSD or CRPS and how it can be challenging, but worth itWritten by Shannon Leidig for the RSDSA blog.

“You have to be there, you have to
Without you I drown in the deep
Too far, too far from land
The waters drag me down
I reach for your hand

From the Musical Kristina

I remember several years ago driving to my weekly massage appointment, listening to the Broadway channel on Sirius XM, when all of the sudden, out of the blue, came a song that I had never heard, from a musical I had never heard of.  I remember driving and sobbing/crying as this song sucker punched me in ways that I had thought about over my 26.5-year journey with RSD, but could not quite find the words. This song did it. I keep my radio on the Broadway channel and I kept thinking I would hear this song, but it never played when I wanted it to (that was the key in that I wanted it too).  Well, during a very difficult, dark, and trying time, I turned on the radio. What did I hear?  You got it- this song! Once again, I remember sobbing thinking about so many things, relating to not only RSD, but to relationships and life in general.   It is the last two lines in particular that really hit me: “The waters drag me down; I reach for your hand.”

This musical details a family on a journey from Sweden to America during the mid-19th century.  Detailing a family’s poverty-driven migration from Sweden to America in the mid-19th century, Kristina sings this gut wrenching song, “You Have to Be There,” as she thinks of all the things that have gone wrong in her life- leaving home, losing her child, and the love of her husband.  She desperately prays to God, not knowing what to do if He is not real.  But again that line, “I reach for your hand…” How many times have we reached out our hands, sometimes others push and shove it away, wanting NOTHING to do with us? BUT, there are those who are so central to our lives- family and friends who grab on for dear life and walk this journey with us.  Those are the folks I am proud to have in my life to hold my hand, walking through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the dark, yet the rainbow that always appears after a heavy rain and sunshine appear at the same time.

I have been thinking about this a lot lately – as several people have said: “Oh, I am going out for the holiday,” “I am going to ride this roller coaster, “I am going to hit the sun and surf,” et cetera, and then they ask me: “What are you going to do for fun?” Well, I’m not sure, but I know that whatever I do, I will be surrounded by people who will grab hold of my hand and carry me should I fall.

Once again, I was reminded of this at my doctor’s office today as I was having treatment.  My nurse and I were talking and reflecting, and I mentioned to her that I would rather have a small group of great friends, who I know will be there for me no matter what and accept me, than to have tons of acquaintances who are there for convenience.  That may sound harsh, BUT I have learned a lot about relationships in dealing with RSD for this length of time.

We struggle, just like so many others in life. We have obstacles. Ours are just harder to deal with, BUT if we have those folks in our life to help us, it makes things a little easier (and I for one am thankful for that).  We grieve, we long for what we have lost, we seek answers and help wherever we can get it, we struggle to “fit in,” yet where does that get us?  I know it landed me in a lot more pain.

I was diagnosed with this at the age of 19, as a freshman in college. This is a time in life when friendships are formed because (face it) we are with our college folk more than we are with our own families.  Things were fine with my group of friends prior to RSD, but after, not quite. My friends did not understand nor, did they want too. Maybe they tried, but the pain world was so foreign to them they just could not wrap their minds around that.

Over the course of the years, friendships came and went, as some could accept what was wrong while others couldn’t. Heck, even my family had a difficult time, as RSD not only changed my life, but the lives of my family.  Family as well as friends had to deal with the reality of planning things, whether it be vacations, shopping trips, movies, walks, get-togethers, outings, trips to NYC to catch shows that [could be planned ahead of time] but a lot depended on whether or not my body could and would cooperate.  My mind would say: “Yes let’s do it,” but my body would respond, “Um not so much!”  That was hard for those in my life to accept, and it was much harder on me. I felt I let them down.  Over the years, they understood more, but it was still very difficult. We learned that sometimes it paid to have Plan A, Plan B and sometimes even Plan Z – just to be on the safe side.

Family to me is more than just being related by blood. I know that I consider my circle of friends as family, as they are there no matter what and will be.  We have weathered many storms over the course of our lives, but NO matter what, we have been there for each other. They have stretched out their hands and I have grabbed hold and the reverse as well.  I reached out my hand and they grabbed hold and held me up.  They have told me and shared with me that it is okay to be me; they will accept me on my good days and the days that are not so good, days in which I do not know if I can make it, or days when I have wonderful news to share with them, or if I just need a cry or hug. They are family to me I am so thankful. This blog is dedicated to those who are in my life who have done just that!  Thank you for grabbing hold and carrying me through the storms of life.

“You have to be there, you have to
Without you I drown in the deep
Too far, too far from land
The waters drag me down
I reach for your hand”

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Twelve Things People with CRPS Want You To Know About Them During the Holiday Season

Sammie has CRPS and celebrates the holiday season with her puppy.
Sammie and her puppy Phantom

By Samantha Barrett, Special Events Coordinator

Tis the season to be jolly! Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard. I love the holiday season. There are beautiful lights and decorations everywhere, there are people singing cheery songs, there are fun, mindless movie marathons on TV, there is delicious food- all of my favorite things wrapped into one season. Maybe that’s why I am so exhausted this year! In my years with CRPS, I’ve noticed that things are a little different than what they used to be. But, I am finding a way to be a little less “bah-humbug” and a little more “holly jolly.” While some people may not understand why I’m Scrooge one moment and good ol’ Saint Nick the other, I am trying to change that. So, I created a list of the twelve things that I want my friends and family without CRPS to know this holiday season. Hopefully, you will be able to relate!

  1. I’m actually not Scrooge/the Grinch, I’m just in pain/tired. The stress and excitement brought on by the holidays can make my pain worse. Add in any shopping, cooking, baking, crafting, and working and my pain is that much worse. Pain makes me tired because my body wants to shut down. I’m trying to seem happy, but this pain has a mind of its own. And in the end of both books/movies, you see that Scrooge and the Grinch really have huge hearts, so let’s focus on that!
  2. I have to save all of my spoons in order to get to that holiday party. If you haven’t read up about the spoon theory, read about it here.  Everything I did today (and this whole season really) has used up a majority of my spoons. If I’m able to appear at a holiday party, know that I am probably using all of my spoons for the rest of the week to come. I don’t like to miss out on things, but I only have so many spoons.
  3. Ideally I would like a cure for the holidays. Then you wouldn’t have to read lists like this and all of my friends that live in pain would be able to be pain free. I would be pain free. That would be incredible.
  4. One of the best things you could do is educate yourself on what I’m going through. Please don’t assume that just because CRPS isn’t life threatening means it is not serious. According to the McGill Pain Index, I am living with the worst documented pain. It doesn’t go away, there is no cure, and I fight this battle daily. If you could even just say “I may not experience what you are going through, but I am trying to understand,” that would make my entire holiday season so much better. Even asking if there is anything you can do for us is huge. A little thoughtfulness goes a long way with us.
  5. I really am excited about the blender/toaster/socks you just gave me, but I also just had a surge of pain. I got really excited. That caused my nerves to go haywire on me. I did just wince, but it wasn’t towards anything like that. I can’t help what I do when I get a surge of pain. I am so grateful that you even thought of me. Sometimes I feel isolated because of CRPS, so the fact that you even got me something is sweet!
  6. The best way to spread holiday cheer may be singing loud for all to hear, but that’s causing a bit of discomfort for me. Loud noises and vibration can make pain even worse. While I love to hear our family of 30 people sing “Jingle Bells,” it really can hurt. I would love to sing with you, just maybe on a much smaller scale.
  7. Right now, I feel as though you could roast chestnuts over me, or like Frosty the Snowman, but for your sake I’m going to pretend I’m fine. CRPS pain is fire and ice simultaneously. I feel as though I’m putting my body on the hot stove and not being able to take it off despite how bad it hurts. Then I get a bit of a frostbite feeling at the same time, but it doesn’t neutralize the burning pain. But I live with this pain every day. I’m going to try to pretend everything is fine because it is a holiday and I don’t want to take away from it.
  8. Watching a movie is the perfect plan for a holiday party for me right now. Watch any kind of movie with me. Let’s put on the Hallmark Channel and drink hot chocolate. I am perfectly content doing this instead of going out in the cold and traveling to an ugly sweater party. I get to stay home, wear my comfy pajamas, and avoid any kind of disturbances that could make my pain worse. Win win!
  9. It took me a few hours to get this dolled up for the occasion, but that doesn’t mean my pain is gone. I really do appreciate the compliments I can get when I take the time to look “healthy” (i.e. “You look like you’re having a good day today” or, “Wow, you don’t look as tired as usual”). But I have chronic It doesn’t go away just because I’m having a good hair day. While I do like when you group me with you non-CRPS friends, just remember I still have my limits.
  10. If I excuse myself to go take a nap, I’m not being anti-social, it’s how I can get through the day. This one is key. On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I am frantically trying to help clean, wrap, cook, bake, and entertain guests. If I have to excuse myself so I can go lay down, please don’t think I’m trying to be rude. I’m just trying to bounce back so I don’t miss the rest of the day. Plus, excitement comes into play again here and spikes my pain. Just give me a little bit to recover.
  11. If I’m going to a party, I’m trying to wear the most comfortable outfit possible. Have you seen that they make ugly sweater shirts now that are much softer than ugly sweaters from a thrift shop? Chances are, if you have an ugly sweater party, I have to bend the rules because my body is sensitive to materials. It may not be a sweater, but at least it’s close. It was either this or I couldn’t come, and I really wanted to be able to come.
  12. Everyone with CRPS is different. We all respond differently to various stimuli and have different ways of coping with our pain. Some people with CRPS may not have to nap in the middle of a holiday or may be able to wear that ugly sweater. But others may have to take a few days to recover from the holidays and may have to avoid any holiday party all together. The best way to know how your friend/family member with CRPS will be is to ask. We try our hardest to be able to participate in as much as possible, but we all have our limits. When in doubt, you have to just ask us.

I Feel Your Pain: The Power of Witness in Support Group

By Elisa Friedlander, from her blog.

People have a deeply innate desire to be seen. I’m not talking about Facebook selfie type visibility, I mean really be seen. To have people, or even that one person, be tuned-in to your joy, struggle or other experience. To simply be present without trying to fix you. When somebody bears witness to a piece of my story, we’ve established a connection and those shared moments become a part of me. I have received a valuable gift.

To be witness to the story of another is also powerful. Even though deep down we want people to see who we are, we might be conflicted about that. It can feel vulnerable, uncomfortable or even unsafe for some. When somebody allows me to see them, I know I am the recipient of trust. It’s a pretty big honor to be in that position.

This give and take makes for an ideal dynamic in intimate relationships. Even when we are fortunate enough to have it, though, sometimes we need more. We need to be witnessed by people who know first hand what it’s like to be in our situation. That’s where group support comes in. It’s not meant to be better or worse, or a more or less profound experience. It’s about being seen in another, important way.

After being diagnosed with a progressive neuroinflammatory condition called CRPS (complex regional pain syndrome), I wanted to meet others who understood this specific pain and its tremendous life impact. I searched for support groups but found none within a reasonable vicinity. I was not willing to be without it, so I started one of my own.

We gather each month and focus on a specific topic. When the conversation veers to something other than what we planned, the energy it ignites serves as useful information. There is strong desire to connect with others about the newly raised issue. Most often, we agree to revisit it another month when we can expand the dialogue.

Along with the discussions, the group itself is always evolving, and I love how welcoming and even excited current participants are when new people come to check it out. Each person offers what many friends, sadly, no longer do when medical issues enter the picture. They show up. We come together because of our shared experience, but our group is not only about pain. By listening without judgment, we also bear witness to one another’s strides, resilience and hope.

I get far too much credit for starting and keeping the group running. The truth is, it was not a selfless act on my part that propelled me to get it going. Yes, I wanted to contribute to this community somehow, and this felt like a natural fit for me, but it was more than that. I needed to, or I would continue to be the only one I knew who understood this type of burning nerve pain. I wanted a space where others were game for talking about issues related to our rare condition in a forward-moving way. I needed these people whom I had not yet met.

When I worked with parents of children who are Deaf and hard-of-hearing, I encouraged group support as an adjunct to our psychotherapy sessions. Hearing from me that their kids could be independent and live happy lives wasn’t enough. They needed to meet parents of older children to be directly exposed to that truth. For the majority, the group experience increased their ability to go further in individual therapy. Both systems of support offered a unique experience of witness that met different needs.

I have also had opportunity to lead many support groups. But at my monthly CRPS gathering, I am a participant. Sure, I facilitate, but being a gentle guide, offering up topic ideas or sending out information is only part of a much bigger picture. Having this group in which I’m not looked upon as the professional means I am in the company of my peers. I can open up and be seen.

Like the others, I wake up some days and pain informs me that I can’t make it. I might be in the midst of a major flair-up or recovering from a recent emergency room visit. I might feel exhausted from too many nights without sleep. Getting through the car ride, much less interacting with people, seems questionable. Yet I go, and people who know about the hardest part of my life start walking in. I am instantly comforted, and the feeling continues long after our time together.

I consider the group to be an integral part of my pain management plan. It doesn’t stop the hurting or help me regain mobility, but it’s high on my list of things that renew me, which is a key element of the coping process. Few things compare to the power of witness. There’s not a selfie I could post that could give me that feeling of being seen.

How Camp Is Changing Lives For All Ages

Candice getting a high five from her buddy at CCK. Pediatric Pain camp brought out adults with CRPS and other pain conditions as well.

By CRPS Warrior Candice Clifford, Volunteer from the Center for Courageous Kids Pediatric Pain Camp Session

Experiences which leave an impression on your heart are the ones that stay with you forever…

I ventured to Kentucky this past July to volunteer at the Center for Courageous Kids’ (CCK) inaugural Pediatric Pain Camp.  I took a solo trip, not knowing what to expect but ready to have fun with the campers.  To many, Kentucky seemed like a random place for this east coast girl to be traveling to.  However, as I reflect back on my experience at CCK, there was nothing random about this trip, rather I’d like to believe it was serendipitous.

Working with children who live with chronic pain and/ or illnesses is a population which is very close to my heart.  I went to school for counseling, and later received a M.S. in school counseling. However, I soon realized during my last year of graduate school that I could no longer ignore my fascination with the medical field and had to follow my passion. Volunteering at CCK was my first step in making this change in my life; I went down to KY believing this experience was going to either confirm or dis-confirm my career aspirations. Needless to say, after spending four fun-filled days with the campers and their families, hearing many stories, and speaking with some amazing advocates in the field, I without a doubt knew this is the population I would advocate for.

The only way to describe CCK is the “Disney of Camps”. The staff goes above and beyond to accommodate the campers and their families, they generously transported me to and from the airport, and went to extreme measures to ensure that everyone had a memorable time.  I could go on and on about how much I love CCK, but you really have to experience the magic to fully understand what I’m speaking about. There is something special that surrounds the campus; allowing children to be a child first, not a symptom, or a diagnosis. Camp brings families together, and creates a bond that seems to grow even when camp is over.  The sky is the limit, dancing is prescribed, and it’s totally normal to be laughing one moment and crying the next.

Ironically, I was also at CCK during my four year anniversary date of being diagnosed with CRPS. I’ve come along way in four years; I received both my B.S, and M.S, traveled to El Salvador on a service trip, and endured an intensive pain rehab program. Before going to camp I wasn’t very vocal about my chronic pain to the outside world.  Letting people in is scary, but if there is something that someone can learn from my story then the suffering I endured was worth it.  One of the biggest lessons I learned at camp, is being vocal about CRPS doesn’t mean you are making chronic pain your full story; being vocal, and advocating leads to more awareness, education,and earlier diagnosis.

Volunteering at CCK taught me more then I could ever provide my camper. There are times when I hear myself chanting camp songs and other times where I feel so incredibly blessed to have stumbled upon the RSDSA newsletter announcing the camp that I cry. Not only am I grateful that attending camp pushed me to work towards my passion of teaching yoga to kids who live with chronic pain conditions, and launching my website Empowering Roots, but it also unexpectedly led to me learning about my own health.  After having conversations with two very special people and gaining knowledge from parents at the camp, I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome a month after coming home from camp

Needless to say a piece of my heart will forever be at CCK…You might not come home with a new diagnosis, but I promise your experience at CCK will be just as life changing.

When I saw RSDSA’s fundraiser Coins for Kids, I knew I needed to do my part to help more kids experience the magic of CCK. I quickly created a Facebook Event “Candice’s Coins for Kids” and informed my family and friends about my fundraising efforts. Additionally, I shared many of the videos that were created after the pediatric pain camp to show others how their donation would impact the kids and their families. Thus far I have raised $350 (not counting change).  My heart is so full of gratitude for the generosity of others and I am excited to volunteer at CCK in once again this July. Hope to see you there!

Join us to Color The World Orange™ for CRPS/RSD Awareness on Nov. 2

By The Color The World Orange™ Team

Color The World Orange™ is almost here and we need your support!

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), on Nov. 2 Color The World Orange™ supporters will be wearing orange and hosting events to spread awareness of CRPS/RSD, as well as raising funds to support research of this debilitating condition.

To have the biggest impact, we need everyone in the CRPS/RSD community to get involved.

The easiest way to participate is to wear orange – a ribbon, a shirt, a bracelet — and post a picture to social media with the hashtag: #CRPSORANGEDAY™.

We had a goal to light the night orange on Nov. 2 and due to the hard work of Color The World Orange™ supporters, buildings across the world are helping to turn that goal into a reality.

In the U.S., the Con Edison Clock Tower in New York, the dome of the Nassau County, New York Theodore Roosevelt Executive and Legislative Building, the Terminal Tower in Cleveland, Ohio, the Houston, Texas City Hall building, the giant soda bottle at “Pops” in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, the dome of the Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania courthouse, the Gulf Tower in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and the South Street Bridge in Saegertown, Pennsylvania will all be lit orange, as will buildings in Chicago, Illinois.

In Australia, the SkyPoint Observation Deck, the Queensland Performing Arts Centre, the Brisbane Treasury Casino & Hotel, the Brisbane Convention & Exhibition Centre and the Melbourne Star Observation Wheel will all be lit orange. In the U.K. the Brighton Wheel is also scheduled to turn orange.

Four Color The World Orange™ supporters will be wearing orange as they run the New York City Marathon and three cyclists in the U.K. will be participating in a 12 hour “cyclathon.”

These are just a few of the amazing events that have been planned for Color The World Orange™ 2015.

In addition, 40 proclamations, with more on the way, have been granted by U.S. Governors and local officials recognizing Color The World Orange™ 2015 and November as CRPS/RSD awareness month.

Color The World Orange™ was started in 2014 to bring global attention to a disorder that, unfortunately, too few people understand. The goal of the event was, and remains, to have one day where everyone affected, regardless of where they live or the location of their CRPS/RSD or what organization they belong to, can join together for one common goal—bringing awareness to CRPS/RSD!

We truly believe that if we stick together, our voices will be heard. There really is strength in numbers.

During the first annual Color The World Orange™ in 2014, buildings in New York, Chicago, Cleveland, Indianapolis, Indiana and Charlotte, North Carolina were lit orange, as were bridges in New York, Oklahoma City and a fountain in Australia. There were even CRPS/RSD billboards in Oklahoma City. One supporter ran the 2014 New York City Marathon, while another completed a 200-mile bike ride through the U.K.

Forty-four proclamations were obtained in 2014 from U.S. states and cities recognizing Color The World Orange™ and November as CRPS/RSD awareness month.

More than 1,000 tweets and more than 800 Instagram posts about Color The World Orange™ were made on Nov. 3, 2014.

Last year more than $7,000 from Color The World Orange™ events and fundraising was donated to the RSDSA to be used for research.

Let’s all work together to make Color The World Orange™ 2015 an even bigger success by wearing orange, and encouraging friends and family to wear orange! Make sure to take a picture and post it to social media with the hashtag: #CRPSORANGEDAY™.

Let’s show the world that while we are in pain, we are strong!

For more information and to find events in your area, please visit the Color The World Orange™ Facebook page or website at colortheworldorange.com.

 

7 Reasons to Try Qi Gong for RSD/CRPS

Written by Elizabeth Lane for the RSDSA blog.

Ok maybe eight. I’m adding one. It’s FREE. I should say that usually you must pay to have a teacher show you the form (which is often the cost of one massage or acupuncture treatment). Then you have the tools to help yourself whenever you need it. For FREE. For a LIFETIME. But I do know there are podcasts on iTunes as well if you want to try to go completely cost-free.

It’s almost unbelievable, right? No, i am over the FREE part. Actually, I’m not. That still excites me. But what I am getting at is how a form of moving meditation can alleviate pain and so many symptoms. Here are 7 benefits of qi gong and tai chi.  I have never tried tai chi but I imagine at some point I will.  What I love  most about qi gong is that I feel confident in my abilities to control my pain.  It takes work but I feel it has helped me immensely.

Cultivating the Qi through Integral Qigong and Tai Chi triggers numerous health benefits:

  1. Qigong and Tai Chi initiate the “relaxation response,” which is fostered when the mind is freed from its many distractions. This decreases the sympathetic function of the autonomic nervous system, which in turn reduces heart rate and blood pressure, dilates the blood capillaries, and optimizes the delivery of oxygen and nutrition to the tissues.
  2. Qigong and Tai Chi alter the neurochemistry profile toward accelerated inner healing function. Neurotransmitters, also called information molecules, bond with receptor sites in the immune, nervous, digestive, endocrine and other systems to excite or inhibit function to moderate pain, enhance organ capacity, reduce anxiety or depression, and neutralize addictive cravings.
  3. Qigong and Tai Chi enhance the efficiency of the immune system through increased rate and flow of the lymphatic fluid and activation of immune cells. Resistance to disease and infection is accelerated by the elimination of toxic metabolic by-products from the interstitial spaces in the tissues, organs, and glands through the lymphatic system.
  4. Qigong and Tai Chi increases the efficiency of cell metabolism and tissue regeneration through increased circulation of oxygen and nutrient rich blood to the brain, organs, and tissues.
  5. Qigong and Tai Chi coordinate and balance right/left brain hemisphere dominance promoting deeper sleep, reduced anxiety, and mental clarity.
  6. Qigong and Tai Chi induce alpha and, in some cases, theta brain waves which reduce heart rate and blood pressure, facilitating relaxation, and mental focus; this optimizes the body’s self-regulative mechanisms by decreasing the activity of the sympathetic nervous system.
  7. Qigong and Tai Chi moderate the function of the hypothalamus, pituitary, and pineal glands, as well as the cerebrospinal fluid system of the brain and spinal cord, which manages pain and mood as well as optimizing immune function.

Every RSD patient is different but our struggles are similar. I treat my RSD naturally and am always trying to learn how to make life a bit easier with this condition.

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My Story of Living with RSD And I’m Sticking To It

Written by Jennifer Jones for the RSDSA blog.

After being diagnosed with RSD in 1997, my career had been forfeited and replaced with playing the roles of researcher, advocate, physician and pharmacist… as I was now a Professional Patient. The information on RSD was as abundant as it was scarce; so little was truly known about how to physiologically treat this baffling condition, yet the plethora of universal symptoms, suffering and damage was undeniable. RSD was isolating and lonely, yet I was not alone. Fortunately, by connecting and subscribing to the only two RSD organization/groups available (which, back in the day, was pre-social media and hard copy newsletters), I found others who were at a similar level of a dumbfounded “what now?” shock. I also joined the closest but not-so-local RSD Support Group around, later facilitating meetings in my home county.

There was a profound sense of understanding and compassion bred through a shared experience of… well, misery. Friendships were forged, laughter and information were shared, and ideas were exchanged. However, there was also a commiseration in sadness, anger, frustration, fears and uggh, the horror stories. Experiencing the spread to both of my legs, a seed had unwittingly been planted: “If it spreads to an organ, I’ll die.” By 1999, upper tolerance had been reached and the last straw broken when I read a memoriam for a 12-year old girl. That was the last time I looked at ANY RSD publication, and I didn’t return to a Support Group for many years.

The Story of my life had been rewritten with an unconscious consent and my entire identity had become RSD. Living and breathing an all-consuming life of illness was robbing the few quality moments offered by the Divine as respite. Fears were writing their own stories and the urge to fight “self-fulfilling prophecies” was growing stronger. I was NOT going to be a victim to RSD anymore, nor was I going to die from it. With tied hands, the medical community could offer no diagnostic equipment or standard treatment protocol, let alone a cure. How could they? They didn’t understand it. “Treatment” to address the many symptoms was patchwork at best and usually involved pharmaceuticals which usually created more symptoms. While many more years were to be spent bedridden and medicated, book studies on alternative medicine began, as did a small Yoga and Meditation practice. For every moment spent in agony, there was a determination to make up for it with a fun and creative solution to steal back time.

I realized that “I” AM the creator of My Story, my destiny, my fate, and my peace. It was also reassuring to know that there was a group to reach out to if I found myself in need. However, depending on ones perspective, a safety net can gently cradle or be a restraint. I chose to secure the net beneath and traverse a tightrope leading to an unknown destination, walking away from all that validated my truth in experiences so that I might redefine “me”. Fumbling through this process took time as I became my own teacher, and guidance came through stacks of self-help books. Trying to piece together a “plan”, I was going to find HEALTH. I was going to “walk” away from this condition with dignity, grace and, most importantly, a sense of humor! As My Story began to unfold and write itself, there were many personal revelations. Whether My Story chose to include pain in the future or not, that was up to fate. What was in my control and very achievable was expanding my comfort zones to explore alternatives for relief not just in my Body, but in my Mind and Spirit as well.

Eventually, this growth guided me to the most amazing teachers, counselors and education required to push through to the next level of healing. Pain/RSD was not going to define me. I had to stop giving it life force by constantly talking about my woes. Our Story is asked to be repeated over and over by the Nurses upon intake, then again for the Doctors, then with updating the Physical Therapist, then the Psychotherapist, then the Insurance Companies, then Disability — and it doesn’t stop there. No. Family and friends also get pulled into this tornadic activity that is “The Story”, perpetuating it further just by having to justify why we’re crying in agony from a mere air current from a fan on our skin or why we have frozen peas tucked into the back of our pants at the grocery store, in attempt to quell the muscle spasms inflamed by performing a simple ADL (Activity of Daily Living). And “The Story” mires in deeper reporting back to family and friends the experiences of coping to be in public within an inhospitable environment. Holy Wow. STOP! RSD is a Really Stinky Disorder. OK? It is.

So my advice? Don’t own it. Do not let a diagnosis, a prognosis, a fear or a mindset based in misery define you. Be honest with yourself, understand and accept true limitations. Know that you really do not have to justify yourself to anyone for having a unique life experience. Expand your horizons as much as you can and seek joy. Seek good teachers. Stay positive. There is so much more to the world outside of RSD Land. Fun stuff. Go crazy and write a new story for yourself; make it fantastical. While current reality may not support the powers of something like a magic wand, connecting with a deep desire to spontaneously heal may be the catalyst required for movement in a new direction. Question yourself. Question everything. Be open to finding comfort in the unknown, as some answers take time. Don’t let any other person write your story.

A personal experience: At 26 years of age my parents had been called in for a meeting with my Doctor in which she informed us that my prognosis was VERY poor. As she said “your daughter will never walk again”, I whimpered “yes, I will”. When she said “your daughter will never work again, get married or have children”, a tearful whispered response of “yes, I will” emerged. But when she finished with “your daughter is going to die with this and probably because of this”, my tears stopped, direct eye contact was made with the Doctor and there was no quiver in my voice as I unequivocally and sternly stated “No I Won’t”. She did me a favor, pouring a toxic fuel on my spirit; it diverted to enflame a very diminished Fire of Hope. I was going to prove her wrong… and I believe I have. I’m surely not dead; I may be limited but I’m working hard and loving it; and I’m not only walking — I’m dancing. A lot. Even when it hurts. And it’s Divine. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

JENNIFER JONES has had RSD for 18 years — 10 spent bedridden and the last 8 working toward more optimal health with Alternative Medicine. She attributes the application of her training (Alternative Medicine/Ayurveda, Life Coaching & Holistic Nutrition) to maintaining functionality as the RSD has spread to her arms, legs, face, side and digestive system. Even still, after 15 years medicated , now functioning pharmaceutical-free for 3 years, with 177 pounds lost and more good days than bad, Jen can often be found wrestling saber-toothed tigers, discovering new continents, or just climbing her favorite tree.

CCK – We Feel So Good: A Reflection of Our Experience at the Center for Courageous Kids in Scottsville, Kentucky

By Samantha Barrett, RSDSA’s Special Events Coordinator

I have a confession to make- I have never been to summer camp. Or, at least I hadn’t experienced camp until this past week when I went to the Center for Courageous Kids, where there was a week for pediatric pain. This was made possible by a collaboration between The Coalition Against Pediatric Pain, RSDSA, U.S. Pain Foundation, Rock Out to Knock Out RSD, and of course The Center for Courageous Kids. It is amazing what we can do when we all work together. I was able to adventure to Kentucky to represent RSDSA at this camp and had some fun of my own!

Group Picture

The children and their families were able to partake in a few days of pure fun. The theme of the week was “Get Animated” and featured characters like the Minions, Baymax from Big Hero 6, and other popular animated characters. Each family was assigned a counselor or two to help them through their time at camp. The counselors were fantastic. Several of them are going to school for various medical degrees. They are the future of medicine. The kids all seemed to bond with their counselors instantly. As the week went on, the counselors seemed to become more and more interested in the rare conditions and diseases that the kids had. But, there was never a focus on being “sick kids,” only on the fun to be had. The kids were not required to participate in every activity. If they needed to go sit down or to go nap, they were able to do so.

There was archery, horseback riding, fishing, canoeing, paddle boating, cooking, and bowling, as well as woodshop, arts & crafts, beauty shop, a pool, a gymnasium, and an arcade. Those were just the activities that the kids could participate in daily. Each area had a water cooler for everyone to fill up their water bottles, as the heat was incredible. If it was an outdoor activity, there was also a cooler with cooling towels to help prevent overheating. It was perfect. The counselors kept making sure that their kid was hydrated and made sure that an adequate amount of sunscreen and bug spray had been applied. There was also a carnival, a movie night, talent show, and the Messy Games. The Messy Games seemed to be a highlight for everyone. Each family was assigned to one of the lodges at CCK- red, green, blue, or yellow. Before the Messy Games, everyone got paint each other’s faces with the color of their lodge. They all came out to the main court yard with their team flags, chanting their lodges various cheers. There were four stations for each lodge to go to. One station involved pudding, another station involved oatmeal, another involved shaving cream, and another was a mystery slime. The goal of the Messy Games: use each of the four stations to try to make your team the messiest. The messiest team wins. I stood in the “safe zone” watching everyone cover each other with everything to try to become the messiest. Parents, counselors, kids, and other CCK staff members were all laughing, chanting, and flinging the mess at each other. I couldn’t even tell you which team won; I just remember only being able to see people’s eyes after the games were over. After the games, they were all able to dump water over their heads to clean off. This water war was just as entertaining as the Messy Games.

The talent show was a nice surprise. There was some singing, some acting, and some musicians among other talents. The counselors helped out if their camper wanted to participate, whether it was holding their microphone for them, being background dancers, and helping keep everything as smooth as possible. These kids had some truly amazing acts, it just took the talent show to get them to expose these hidden talents. We all even got our own Playbill with the featured talent listed. We had our own Elsa, a mini Taylor Swift, a female Sherlock Holmes, and more!

Mealtime was the perfect time for everyone to bond. Everyone had the chance to sit together at the long tables. This is where everyone could chat, plan the day, vent, and just hang out. CCK was very attentive to the different dietary restrictions that some people had. Everything was labeled to say if it contained gluten, dairy, eggs, nuts, and other allergens. There was a separate area in the back where people could go to get the gluten free and/or vegetarian option for the day. Mealtime can be stressful for some, but not this time!

As I observed throughout the week, I almost forgot that these were kids that did not do things like this on a daily basis. What a blessing it can be to say that I sometimes forgot about my own disabilities as well. As camp-goer Emily Schellhammer stated: “Camp is amazing and there, you aren’t an illness or injury or anything. You are a name and a kid. You’re equal to the person(s) next to you. Here, no matter what, you fit in. You aren’t judged. Here you’re free and happy and know you are not alone.” Some of these families haven’t been able to bond like this in quite some time. Having people from all over the country created a network for the kids and their parents. A mother of two of the campers, Marianne St. Clair, said: “The camp experience provided our family a place to connect, exchange information, and develop lasting positive memories with other RSD/CRPS families. Smiles and laughter are the best medicine and although the journey was difficult to get there and home, the trip was so worth it for the children and mom.”

I look back on my week in Kentucky and tears instantly form. It was such a happy time. There was so much positivity and joy. I wish that I had been able to go to a camp like this when I was younger, although I’m sure I still would have ended up stuck in the middle of the pond in a paddle boat. It was truly amazing to get to know the kids, parents, counselors, and other staff members at CCK. Thank you to all who came out to participate and all who came out to help. This camp was a dream come true for everyone. This was a brainchild and dream of Sue Pinkham, so please join me in thanking her with the Sue chant that rang through CCK: Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue, Sue!!!

RSDSA is extremely proud to have been a part of this pilot year for the pediatric pain camp. We have high hopes for another camp experience in years to come. We know there are more kids out there that would greatly benefit from and enjoy this camp. If you would like to learn more about this camp, and/or how you could potentially help in years to come, please contact Sue Pinkham at [email protected] or (781) 771-2095.

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