Living with RSD- Never Give Up On Hope

Brenda discusses living with RSD while learning how to not give up on hope By Guest Blogger Brenda Refior

Brenda discusses her life before being diagnosed with RSD and all of the things she endured after a traumatic incident. Through all of this, Brenda is able to find hope and encourages readers to do the same. Find out how below.

Before I had RSD, I was a strong and happy person who loved life to the fullest. When I was nineteen, I tried out for an Olympic handball team at the Colorado Springs Olympic Training Center. I was accepted and asked to go to the Lake Placid training camp, but this conflicted with my wedding plans. I was young and felt that all of life was ahead of me, and decided not to go to Lake Placid. However, I continued to play sports and worked as much as I could.

In July 1983, I married and couldn’t have dreamed of a more beautiful wedding. A couple of years later, I started working for the local school district as a bus driver. I loved the kids and the people I worked with, and driving a school bus never got boring. But it was on a trip driving that school bus taking kids home at 5:30 at night that my life changed forever.

Stopping at an intersection, I pushed down on the accelerator, and five large sparks, fire and smoke covered my feet. I pulled over quickly, undid my seatbelt, and evacuated 25 kids from the bus.

Grabbing the fire extinguisher, I sprayed the bus as it filled with smoke, covering my body in white foam, as it floated back on me. Looking like a phantom ghost, I ran to check on the kids.

Since they hadn’t all grabbed their jackets, I jumped into the back of the smoky bus and retrieved them. No one stopped as I tried to flag down cars for help – they surely must have thought I was a ghost! Finally, police transferred the kids to a 7 Eleven where parents picked them up. I rode to the bus barn with the head maintenance supervisor. It was the most uncomfortable car ride of my life.

After receiving muscle relaxers for my aching arm, neck, back and stomach, I spent days getting worse. Most of the time, my hand was marbled and turned shades of blue and purple. It was colder than ice, yet it burned on fire, like thousands of little hot needles. Throughout this time, I continued to drive a school bus, received some commendations, and, I found out that I was pregnant!

My health got worse. My stomach burned and cramped, the diarrhea was unbearable, and I thought I was going to die. I ended up having an emergency gall bladder operation, and just two weeks later, an early C-section and exploratory surgery to see why I was having so much pain. They did not find anything.

A year later, my husband found me passed out on the bathroom floor. He rushed me to the hospital where I had major surgery. The doctors fixed a hiatal hernia, found a detached colon, (probably detached two years before when I put out the fire in the school bus), and took my appendix for the heck of it.

While in surgery, I flat–lined and they had a time bringing me back. I had a misty vision of four beings dressed in white. A strong voice said, “You will be judged, and you will judge yourself.” I thought of things that I knew were wrong that I had done to people in the past. I had to feel not only what it felt like to them, but also how it affected other people in their life. I just knew I had no chance to get into heaven. Then I got to see the good in my life. I felt the feelings of people I had been kind to or had helped, and I saw the ripple effect on other people in their life. I felt like I had made it to heaven, and I was so happy; I really can’t explain the feeling. Then the strong voice said, “You are not done. You still have something to do. You need to go back.” The next thing I knew, there was a nurse in the room and I told her what I had experienced. I asked her for a pencil and paper so I could write it down. This vision gave me faith, hope and inspiration.

Finally, in 1988, Dr. Toni McLallan, an expert on Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, diagnosed me with RSD. It was agony living with this pain for two long years, and nobody knew what was causing it. There was little known about RSD at the time. In the summer before I started my new job, I was strongly encouraged to spend a full month in Saint Francis Hospital’s Pain Therapy Program. There were two others in my group. I received pain meds and muscle relaxers right away. The other two were taken off their meds. It really scared me! I found out that one of them held up a pharmacy so he could get pain meds. He said he did it to make the pain go away, but he kept overdosing. Was I going to be like them in the future? Here I am on meds, great…! We swam in the morning and did physical therapy in the afternoon, and, in between, I had psychotherapy.

Bedtime was 9:00. I felt terrible that my two-year-old,Rachael, could only see me for a few precious moments a day. That was heartbreaking, to say the least. It was the longest month of my life.

I was in pain for two more years, and, once again, I thought I was going to die. My stomach burned and cramped, I had diarrhea and I couldn’t stop throwing up. I experienced sweating, passing out, and lengthy hospitalizations. I was no longer allowed to keep my job driving the school bus. It was making my right arm, neck and back pain worse. I missed driving and the kids so much. I loved that job. I was really down. I felt like I was inadequate and no good to anybody. I was offered a job in special education and I had to jump into it with everything I had, just to make myself feel like I was worth something.

While I hated to work and leave my daughter daily, my new job as a special ed. aide boosted my self-esteem. I worked there for three years and came to really love that job; the kids came to respect me. One young man I saw after school putting a butcher knife up his sleeve told me he was going to “take care of” the guy who had stolen his girl. I told him, “Listen, I’ll do my best to see that you don’t get into trouble over this at school, but you need to give me the knife.” In the end, he trusted me, listened to me, received a one-day suspension, and his uncle thanked me.

I suffered through a lot of pain working as an aide at the school. RSD was taking a toll on me. I’d work and then go home and crash. I would be in so much pain that I would come in the door after working all day and not be able to do anything at home. Poor Rachael wanted to spend time with me, but all I could do was take my meds and sleep. I joined one of the first RSD support groups in town for help. It scared me to join this group, being the youngest by sixteen years. All the ladies put their meds on the table and asked me, “What are you taking?” I kept quiet. I stayed with the group for two years, but found it a little intimidating and depressing. One woman, Shelley, had so much pain in her fingers that she could not move them. I promised myself that no matter how much pain I was in, I would work my limbs so I wouldn’t lose mobility. Let me tell you, the pain is so bad when your fingers and hands start to lock up, but you just do have to move them, because you won’t be able to use them otherwise.

Despite making a difference at school, my pain and exhaustion continued. RSD was taking a toll. The disease stole the job from me. I couldn’t do anything at home. This pain is like when one of your legs falls asleep and you have a painful tingling, achy, electrical feeling. The pain is extreme and lasts, not just seconds, but sometimes years! After four years of agony, I was willing to try a stimulator implant in my neck that would transmit an electrical current to the spinal chord. First, they put it on the Wrong Side! A month later there was a second surgery…even worse pain. I just felt like dying. This disease had robbed me not only of my health and job, but also of my ability to take care of myself. Thank goodness for my grandmother who was in her late eighties. She would say to me, “Let’s walk the mall. I need exercise!” So, we would walk the mall – and I thought I was helping her out! She was a wonderful woman.

Two years later, I discovered a doctor who agreed to take the stimulator out. I awoke from surgery and was able to use all my limbs – Thank God! I continued to see my psychiatrist who had me on meds, but I found real therapy in drawing and making mandalas, dream-catchers and presents. It gave me a sense of pride that I was able to give something I made to someone I loved.

Today, I go to a doctor who prescribes medicines that actually work. I’m able to concentrate better and control the pain better. My pain level is half what it was in my worst times. Sure, I have good days and some days my pain level is 5 to 7 on the pain scale, but I can handle that. My family and friends help me through the hard times, and now, I’m able to help them.

My faith in God and Jesus keeps me going all the time. It’s my faith and the memory of a promise that there is something more I have to do that gives me hope. There’s a reason I’m here right now, and it feels important for me to share my story. I want to tell others with RSD not to give up. Have a vision that supports you. My vision gave me hope. Never give up on hope.

Keep on going, no matter what. Don’t sit and lie down and die. Get up out of that chair, out of that bed. Keep yourself going. You’ve got to keep yourself going, and trust in God to help you make it through.

CRPS Awareness Day 15: Young Chronicle Featuring Courtney

Courtney lives with CRPS but is going to medical school to become a doctor. See what she says in the young chronicleWritten by Ashley Epping

Courtney developed CRPS when she was 14 years old in her right foot; seven years later at age 21, she is now a pre-med student at Gordon College studying biology. Unusual circumstances happened between Courtney’s story and my own.

Courtney and I went to elementary school together in 2006; I then changed school districts as we moved into middle school. Three years later, Courtney was diagnosed and informed that there was another young girl with CRPS in our city. Courtney and I were then reunited by CRPS and went on to connect our families, treatments and therapists. She was the first to enter the Chronic Pain Rehabilitation Program at Cleveland Clinic. My family and I traveled to visit the clinic where Courtney gave me tips and advice for a few weeks later when I would enter the same program. When starting this blog series on young adults, I was incredibly excited to interview Courtney and learn about her current life at college with CRPS.

When you were applying to college, did you have hesitancies because of your pain?

“Not really because since I was little I knew I wanted to go into medicine. Once I was diagnosed, I always said that I will still be a doctor, and this is not going to stop me.”

Has having CRPS influenced your medical career path?

“I knew that somehow my perspective from what I have gone through with all of this, would help me in whatever field I go into. It helps me relate to people better as I work in hospitals.”

Do you have a disabilities plan in college?

“No, my school does not know that I have CRPS but a few of my professors do. I have always had the mindset that I don’t want to be treated differently.”

In your four years at college, have you had any new pain struggles?

 “The first year was hard because my mom wasn’t there if anything happened. The main struggle was this past year when my migraines became really bad. Last spring when the migraines became debilitating, it became hard because I started to question if I was way in over my head.”

“I always said that I will still be a doctor, and this is not going to stop me.”

Currently, Courtney is interning at Harvard’s teaching hospital within allergy and inflammation research. She wants to go on to a type of pediatric specialty after graduating with her bachelor’s degree. Courtney’s pain is still prevalent and a daily struggle, but she is able to function just like anyone else. She discussed with me that, “You become accustomed to whatever you’re dealing with. When you have this pain for a long amount of time, yes it still hurts, but it would be kind of weird if it didn’t hurt. You have to become used to it.” This is almost an anthem for young adults with chronic pain because we have so much life to live and many paths to discover. We can accomplish anything we set our minds to, it just may get done a little differently.

“I recognize it may be harder with CRPS, but I am still going to do it.”

Courtney gives the advice that you have to find what motivates you to get up everyday and do it. She says, “It is why I went to college for pre-med, and why I am going go to the medical program I wanted to. I recognize it may be harder with CRPS, but I am still going to do it.” Courtney and I have stayed close friends, and we continue to support each other in our ongoing adventures.

Knock Out Pain Together – An Inspirational Story of Coming Together

Sarah Phillips-O’Steen is an ally to the CRPS community. Ever since she was 2 years old, she has been witnessing what CRPS/RSD can do to a loved one. Her father, Julian Phillips, has been living in pain since his daughter was toddling around. As Sarah will tell you, he’s always been good at hiding his pain, but she has never known him without it.

In January 2015, Julian took a terrible fall that sent him into one of the worst CRPS/RSD flare ups that he had ever experienced. This guided him into full body CRPS. While Julian was spending time in hospitals, fighting the pain, Sarah witnessed some of the grim realities that come with CRPS. Medical staff didn’t know how to handle a person in so much pain, never mind the fact that they even had the slightest idea of what CRPS/RSD was. Sarah decided enough was enough. While sitting by her father’s bedside during a ketamine infusion, she started researching awareness event ideas, primarily benefit 5k’s. She stumbled upon a 5K in Charlotte, NC that benefitted RSDSA- Fight the Flame 5K. Sarah then immediately reached out to them and established a friendship with the Stillitano family. Once Julian was released from the hospital, Sarah approached him and her family with the idea to do a 5K and to fundraise for RSDSA. Julian wanted to take it a step further and start a support group for those suffering from all types of chronic pain. Thus, Knock Out Pain was born. It is a full out family affair. Julian and Sarah’s mother work on the support group, while Sarah, her siblings (Craig and Hannah), and other family members work on fundraising and awareness. They held their first benefit that March in Trexlertown, PA.

For Sarah, RSDSA was a natural choice to donate to. According to Sarah, RSDSA has done and continue(s) to do some great things. When needing guidance to start this project, RSDSA Executive Vice President and Director Jim Broatch was there, supporting and helping her get the right contacts and start on the right foot.

Knock Out Pain 5K and 1 Mile Fun Walk will be taking place on September 17, 2017 in Easton, PA. This is their 3rd fundraising sports event and 2nd 5K. Last year, with their first 5K, they were thrilled with the 50+ participants and their hope is that they can double that figure this year. What makes this event stand out is that it’s the only 5K in the Lehigh Valley that benefits RSDSA AND it is a small family event. It is a wonderful demonstration of what happens when we are all able to come together to support a loved one in need. Sarah will tell you that the event is not a giant event that you’ll get lost in the crowd in, but it’s an event to bring people together and to make people aware of this disease that affects people worldwide, although little have heard of it. You can be the next Usain Bolt or you can be the polar opposite. All levels of runners and walkers are welcome at this event.

The overall goal of the 5K is to raise awareness for CRPS. That is the goal for the entire family. Sarah’s personal goal is to make her father proud and touch at least one person’s life. She hopes people walk or run (no pun intended) away from this 5K armed with knowledge that there are more diseases out there that impact people and their families that deserve time and attention, too! Sarah wants to make sure that people realize that diseases can be invisible and we all need to remember we shouldn’t judge anyone until we walk a day in their shoes.

Knock out pain together and join this event to help make changes in the lives of those with CRPS/RSDMaking it more of a family affair, Sarah has stated that she never would have started this had it not been for her husband supporting her through and through. They have an amazing 5K committee that includes friends of theirs on top of family- Rob, Aubrey, Mike, and Kathy. Other friends continue to support them behind the scenes by sponsoring, campaigning, web designing, graphic designing, and being a shoulder to lean on when times get stressful or emotional.

While Julian is Sarah’s number one inspiration, when she stops and thinks, she sees all of the other people and reasons that she puts on Knock Out Pain 5K. Her mother has dedicated her life to being by Julian’s side through surgeries, medications, frustrations, setbacks, and more and has continuously changed her own life around so Julian could have more of a “normal life.” Sarah states that her mother is an inspiration of what a true wife/mother/grandmother should be. Then, there are two men that have the same hopes, dreams, and desires as Sarah, which is that everyone will know of CRPS one day. Those men are her husband, Kyle, and brother, Craig.  They continue to push her and support the cause, all while working tirelessly with Sarah to make Knock Out Pain something. But, Sarah also does this for her kids and youngest sister, Hannah. The inspire her to set a good example of what a leader looks like. She wants to encourage them to set goals and achieve them, no matter what obstacles may appear.

Participating in awareness and fundraising events is important. Giving back to the cause that helps families and individuals affected by this monstrosity of a disease is important. Sarah likes to give back to those that need it. Both Sarah and her husband feel they have been blessed throughout their lives by the kindness of others, and now is the time to pay it forward.Running a Knock Out Pain event for CRPS awareness and fundraising

As Sarah stated, “What do you have to lose?” Join us at Knock Out Pain 5K on September 17, 2017. It will be a fun morning getting some exercise and/or meeting new people while learning more about CRPS. You can register for this event by clicking here. If you cannot make it out to the event, you can also give a general donation to this walk.

We are incredibly inspired by the entire Phillips/O’Steen family. Thank you to Sarah, Julian, and the rest of the family for taking on such amazing tasks within the CRPS/RSD community and for continuing to give back.  Help them help you and others with CRPS! Let’s Knock Out Pain together!

The CRPS Wedding Chronicles – Almost There!

By Samantha Barrett, Special Events Coordinator

Getting closer to the wedding date, Samantha updates everyone on some of the tips she has learned through the wedding planning process with CRPS. What questions do you have for Samantha? She can answer them in the next edition!

Hello friends! It’s been a while since I’ve update you on the wedding chronicles. We are just about 3 months out from the big day (I know, crazy, right)? But I’m getting extremely excited, although a tad overwhelmed.

Recently, my health hasn’t been the best it could be. My CRPS has gone into occasional flares, but the EDS and POTS have been what is really affecting me. But the EDS contributes to CRPS pain for me and then the POTS just makes it so I’m down for the count. I’m really glad I started planning actively so early in the process. I’ve had quite a few days when I had intended to do so much, but was able to do so little. It is a gentle reminder that we have to pace ourselves and roll with the punches. Some days will be bad. That’s when you have to listen to your body.

Since the last time I blogged, we’ve had a lot go on. Our best man dropped out of the wedding, but was replaced with a best woman. Our amazing photographer also did a super fun engagement picture session for us. We’ve had suits and dresses ordered, started on the floral arrangements (which I’ll get to below), almost completely finished our centerpieces, received our invitations, and we’ve been getting all of the other décor items and accessories in stages. It’s all really coming together!

Our engagement photography session was fantastic. I found an amazing photographer whom is all about making sure I’m not straining myself. Plus, she lets you do whatever you feel is natural, so most of our pictures are just how my fiance and I are as a whole. It was so much fun. She even found a location that looked like it was right out of Beauty and the Beast (which is my wedding theme after all). We did a lot of pictures sitting down so I could rest, since I had been flaring around that time and had just recovered from a dislocated hip. It was incredible to have someone that was so willing to work with my limitations. She’s now on the top of my recommendation list for everything. This whole day was just really special and so much fun. I can’t wait to see what she does for the wedding. She even came up with a plan for if I get a pain surge the day of the wedding! Woohoo!

The floral arrangements are really a fun element. My maid of honor is the one that is actually doing my flower arrangements. Because of my dye allergy and the sensitivity of my hands, we decided to go with fake flowers. I was extremely hesitant about this decision, as fake flowers can look, well, fake! But Michael’s Craft Store has some extremely realistic flowers that even the petals feels real (but the stems don’t). They are coming out beautifully. Even better, now I don’t have to try to preserve fresh flowers as a memento. Since my main flower is a rose, now I don’t have to worry about de-thorning either. It’s a win all around. I can’t wait to share these floral arrangements with you.

So, what is my current source of stress due to CRPS? Thinking about trying to write out all the invitation envelopes and finishing the centerpieces. While my hands aren’t too bad, my back and arms start to burn if I lean forward for too long (i.e. to write out anything with a pen and paper). My mom and my maid of honor have volunteered to help me with this so I don’t have to do too many, but it is frustrating. There are so many envelopes to fill out, but I’m working on accepting help. It’s the only way it’ll get done without sending me into a full flare after all. For my centerpieces, I have to paint some stands and get some appliques printed out with the Cricut. I know my grandfather will be the one doing the Cricut, but it’s the application that stresses me. Much like the writing, any kind of leaning forward for extended periods of time, or extending my arm out for extended periods of time, sends me into terrible flares (and I tend to dislocate because of all of the extending). I think my fiancé will have to put the appliques on our teapots. I can at least spray paint the stands. Other than that, I just need to arrange some flowers for inside of the teapots and I’ll be good to go!

We did some cake testing about a month ago. My fiancé hates cake so he’s a fun one to bring. Granted, I’m just as fun with all of my restrictions (no red dye, gluten intolerant, lactose intolerant, etc.). We had wanted to bring my grandmother to our cake testing, but unfortunately, she was too sick to come, which was a blessing in disguise since her wheelchair wouldn’t have fit. I’m lucky that I was using my cane and not my wheelchair, because there is no way I would have been able to fit in to the testing area with my own wheelchair. What a reminder that you must check EVERYWHERE. Even if they say they are handicap accessible, some places do the bare minimum. I realized in college how many places do the bare minimum. I almost started something I wanted to call Sammie’s Challenge, where business owners or higher ups have to navigate their entire place of business in a wheelchair without assistance. I always thought that would open their minds and eyes a little more. I think I saw that someone recently started something like this. I hope they go far with this. But, I digress.

I’m currently working on customizing a cane for the big day. I feel as though the zebra print may take away from some of the classier details. Let me know if you think I should do a cane customization tutorial or share links to where I found a cane that fit!

I recently booked my honeymoon trip as well. How on earth I’m going to get through the full wedding, then flying, and then a ton of walking at theme parks is beyond me. You know how when you really want something, you pull the strength from deep inside of you and pay the price later? I have a strong feeling that’s what’s going to happen. But I’m strategizing. I’m going to start with the theme park that has the most walking. I’m also making dining reservations so there are designated times when I have to sit and rest. My fiancé is one of the best people I could take a trip with in terms of resting. He makes sure that I don’t overdo it when we just go out to do errands. I imagine this is going to be interesting.

So, now that we’re a little closer to the end of this process, let me give you some more tips. Whether you’re the bride, groom, maid of honor/best man, or parent of the bride/groom, you can make these tips your own.

  1. Start planning and buying things as soon as you can. This will save you time and energy as the big day gets closer. It’ll also seem like less of a financial hit since you’ll be doing everything in stages.
  2. Take breaks. If your health is doing poorly, focus on getting yourself better. Nothing is worth overdoing it, especially because it could take away from your special day.
  3. Make a realistic budget. Remember, a budget is an estimate. Don’t go over what you can handle. The day is about you and your soon to be husband or wife, not about how many flowers you had, how extravagant things were, or anything else. Do what feels best for YOU!
  4. Make changes based on how/where your CRPS affects you. Have it in your feet? Ladies, avoid the heals and opts for cute flats or sneakers (or whatever you can tolerate). Make time to sit (even if you have to schedule it), and online shop as much as possible. Have it in your hands? If you can’t grasp flowers, consider a pinned corsage on your dress. Can’t wear a ring? Find a necklace that you can put a ring on or a necklace that will symbolize your marriage.
  5. Call everywhere to see if they are handicap accessible, especially in the areas that you will need to access. You don’t want any unpleasant surprises.
  6. Accept help! Have an envelope writing party and have snacks or food for everyone that helps out. Don’t be afraid to ask for help either. The worst they can say is no! This applies to every part of your wedding.
  7. Find vendors that will work with you and that will accommodate your needs. You are paying them for their services, don’t settle!
  8. Find bridesmaid dresses and suits with plenty of time to spare. Everyone has at least one flaky bridesmaid/groomsman that will wait until the last second to get what they need to get.
  9. If you’re going on a honeymoon, try to find somewhere that you think your body can handle the best. Can’t handle the feeling of sand on a beach? Don’t do a beach resort. Can’t have anyone bump you? Don’t pick a popular tourist destination during tourist season.

Chronic Pain and Family Responsiveness

Chronic pain and family responsiveness image. How can caregiving be different with different ages for CRPS/RSD?Written by Laura Lustig, PhD for the RSDSA blog.

Originally Titled: “Chronic Pain And Family Responsiveness: Stories Of Courage In The Face Of Unimagined Change.”

There are many types of chronic pain experienced by people all over the world, many of which have been well recognized and have treatment regimens that are prescribed regularly by doctors and allied professionals. To categorize the pain of Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (alternately referred to as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome) as chronic pain is almost a disservice.

To begin with, people suffering from this syndrome go through indescribable pain that can strike without warning and become unmanageable. Then, there is the agony of waiting for someone to diagnose it correctly because, unlike so many other types of chronic pain, it is not commonly recognized until it grows in intensity. Even then, it is still not well understood.

All of this as preamble is known to those of you out there who are experiencing the pain, and to your families who are suffering the mental anguish of going from pillar-to-post trying to alleviate your family member’s pain.  My hope is that in reading my thoughts and suggestions, you will respond and tell your stories, your actions toward relief and your questions, through me to others like you and thus become a support team for each other. Your stories should not be silent and unnoticed; they should reach the ears of medical professionals and researchers.

But to any who have not experienced personally the anguish described above, those of you who are friends, relatives, neighbors, or associates of these families- my hope is that this article will better acquaint you with what they are going through in the hopes you find incentive for assisting them in whatever ways you can offer. Even the common family duties of everyday life are disturbed by the disabling effects of this syndrome.

The Role of Caregivers: The term “caregiver” has a multitude of meanings. It can range from a service provider taking care of a disabled person, to a parent, a spouse, a sibling, a son or daughter, or other relative taking care of the individual affected with CRPS. Each of these roles are different by the nature of the category and each can vary within the same category for individual families. It has life-changing consequences. Complicating things even more, many members of the same family not in a caretaking role may have their lives changed because of their relationships within the family.

So, how does one describe the duties of a caregiver in these situations? The best I can come up with is to compare them to the normative roles of individual family members and the variations that may occur in those roles.

For example, a mother and father of a fortunate child who is healthy of mind and body are expected to nurture and train their child for increasingly independent life as he/she grows. Along the way, their needs as spouses and individuals can be attended to with increasing confidence that they will, one day, launch Junior and move onto, or continue, their own interests and relationship needs. This paradigm cannot help but be hindered when a child has more dependency and critical care needs. The question is: can a parent of this child eventually reach normative life functions? Can the child eventually find ways of becoming independent? There is no general or right answer to this question.  Each family has to find their own way through the morass they encounter. It is all too common to deal with day-to-day issues and let time go by without thinking further about the future until it is upon you. But what is important is the recognition that your roles have been modified so that better planning can occur.

At this point, I would like to further identify myself and the role I took as a caregiver in my own family, because I faced a similar question as I raised my physically and mentally challenged son. I went day-by-day, doing everything I could for him: researching his condition, talking to doctors, going to clinics in the hope of finding diverse professionals who might lend their composite expertise for the medical, psychological, social and educational needs of my son. I think that in the back of my mind, not fully consciously thought out, I was looking toward a future in which he could be successfully launched toward a life of his own, and not remain in my caregiving role for the rest of my life. I have other children, and I always wonder if I gave each of them enough attention, not to mention my husband. Eventually, I was fortunate enough for my son to be moved to a life of his own, certainly not an independent one – he will never achieve that – but, at least a life in which he has contentment, work, and home life that approaches the normative environment I wanted for him.

I went through agony, crises, family troubles, and roadblocks within the social and educational environment that may, in some ways, be similar to what many of you are going through. At some point, I found myself asking who I was before and what I became after my experiences with my son Jesse. I wonder how many of you have thought about that. If anyone wishes to learn more about my story, my book “Attics of the Mind: The Story of Mother and Her Special Son,”  is available online or at Amazon.com. I was fortunate, also, to have 2 older children who love their brother and have taken courageous roles in helping him. Their story is also available online. But, I could not have done it alone, which is why I emphasize the importance to each of you of reaching each other and some helping professionals along the way. Your solutions are not only medical; they are psychological, social, educational, and ongoing. There is always one more thing to do, I found, and you may also.

But what of the role taken by a spouse? One hesitates to call this a caretaker role, though it may end up that way. In the so-called normative environment, one marries with the idea that there will be love, family, a division of tasks in the everyday life, a companion to share the good times and bad times. The readjustment becomes obvious when one spouse is hit with CRPS. How much adjustment is dependent on the state of the illness, and more than this, the understandings between the spouses of their responsibilities to each other. This is an even more difficult readjustment than one borne out of a natural caregiving responsibility of parent to child. In each case, the spouses will face a complete change in roles. Yet here again, the backdrop of attempts on the part of both spouses to approximate as normal an environment as possible is most likely to result in more harmony between them.

In some cases, it is a sibling who may find him or herself in the role of caregiver? Here, a whole life may be unintentionally upended. He or she may have the least expectation of anything in the natural course of events to prepare for this new role. It leaves many more questions than answers. For example, where does a new companion fit in; what of the expectations for career building and family development? How much does one continue moving in these directions when the needs of the CRPS brother or sister is suffering? If there are several siblings involved, the complications can cause rifts between them. Who takes the major role; is it divided equally; are there explanations one or more siblings give for taking a lesser role? Again, no easy answers.

I haven’t mentioned the reverse order of child to parent. In the ordinary course of events, children are expected to take some responsibility for providing a basis of helping their aging parent who may become ill. There are many agencies and living arrangements which can be found to provide care for the aged, but not so many for the parent who may not be elderly but who is suffering from CRPS. This condition may exhaust or go beyond the abilities of nursing care to know what to do or to provide the amount of care needed.

So, in all of these cases, what does it mean to do a good job. A caregiver can be thrown off his or her balance when confronted with the extraordinary problems involved. Even the best of care may seem insufficient – with attendant guilt feelings, loss of confidence, and eventually, despair.

In all of these cases, it is vitally important that people in the caregiver role find other supportive help. Talking to a therapist and other professionals, intimate friends and medical people can help create better balanced judgment and relief. It is vitally important that caregivers not become stressed out to the point that their own health is affected.

I know I have raised many more questions than answers. But, I feel confident that in each family there are strengths that can be found and resources to use. Each of you out there has your own story. Many of you can help with the solutions you have found, the resources you know of, and the empathy you can lend to each other. Together much can be accomplished; alone the troubles you face can feel impenetrable.

If you would like to share your story or have any suggestions for others involved with caregiving, please email RSDSA at [email protected]

Judi Riley’s Art of Storytelling with RSD – You Can Do It!

Judi Riley shortly after the crush injury that led to her CRPS RSDInterview Conducted by Samantha Barrett for the RSDSA blog.

Judi Riley is one of our fabulous Facebook community members. When we got word of her books with the incredible images that accompanied them, we knew we had to interview her. Judi, who has had CRPS since May of 2009, is an author, illustrator, graphic designer, artist, and mom who is conquering life with RSD or CRPS. After an introductions, Judi and I exchanged emails for this interview. Say “Aloha” to Judi, everyone!

Samantha Barrett: You write and illustrate children’s books, which is amazing! What inspired you to do that?

Judi Riley: I’ve always been a storyteller and for as long as I can remember, I have doodled pictures to go with my stories. My dad always encouraged me to publish my stories with my art.

SB: Out of all of the books that you have written/illustrated, which is your favorite and why?

JR: It is very tough to pick just one favorite! Every book is like creating and birthing a child, and reminds me of a period in my life. Right now, I am deep in a creative bubble while I work on a series of three books and I am completely in love with them.

SB: If you had unlimited resources, what would you write and illustrate a book about?

JR: What a luxury it would be to dedicate all of my time to just writing and illustrating! 98% of my writing happens away from my desk… through my life experiences, reflection and a quiet space where I dream up the unimaginable. With unlimited resources, I would travel around the world with my 9 year old (who is also a writer and artist, and who hasn’t left Hawaii since he was 2) and we would dream up stories based on our adventure. We would make an excellent writing team!

SB: That is so sweet. Does RSD/CRPS affect your ability to write/illustrate? How have you adapted?

JR: After a bilateral crush injury to both arms in 2009, I lost sensation in my fingers (my hands were like wood) and my arms were perpetually burning up with nerve pain, which I later learned was RSD. My fine motor skills were compromised and I didn’t think I would ever be able to paint again. Like many RSD warriors, I was misdiagnosed for several years, and consequently didn’t get the supports or treatment I needed to break the pain cycle. I didn’t sleep for more than an hour a night and I was in a constant brain fog. It was challenging to think, and thus impossible to write. Writing and art had always been my oasis and the further I fell into a dark abyss of chronic nerve pain, the further I fell away from my art and anything light. It is impossible to imagine RSD pain unless you have lived it. If you have ever needed a root canal, then you have tasted nerve pain, but you can never know RSD nerve pain. Imagine the sore you feel from cold hitting your exposed tooth root, but crank it up even higher. Like 10 times higher. Now imagine it is in your limbs and it never stops. Never. RSD never stops. Never. Not one second. I bring up the root canal analogy because my pre-RSD self used to think that it was the worst pain imaginable. Recently, my post-RSD self went to the dentist for a root canal and fell asleep in the dentist chair during a three hour procedure. It was nothing. A mosquito in my ear. The kind of continuous nerve pain that RSD brings is the kind of pain that breaks you. On the McGill pain scale, RSD pain is rated above childbirth. How can you function with pain that high? You can’t. I nearly gave up many times. In those sleep-deprived, darkest nights of abysmal, searing hot nerve pain, it would hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. During those nights. I would sometimes lie very still on the cool floor with my arms folded across my chest, and in that coffin position. I would imagine leaving my body. One of my favorite things has always been the warmth of the sun, but I remember absolutely hating the sun back then. The rising sun of a new day meant that not only did I have to move my body, but I also needed to carry the weight of it through my life. RSD very nearly took all of me. Did I write? Did I illustrate? Brushing my teeth was a huge accomplishment. But I refused to give up, and I was determined to find a cure. I didn’t listen to the doctors who told me there was nothing more that could be done. Instead, I searched for the right doctor and eventually found one who changed my life. After listening to my symptoms, she sat next to me with a posture that suggested she needed to break the worst news possible. I’ll never forget that day or how she looked at me. Until that moment, I had been free falling for 3 unimaginable years in a dark abyss of infinite pan and then with a dull thud, in that moment she gave me a diagnosis. I touched the bottom. Finally, someone knew what was wrong with me. Not only did she give my disease a name, but she also prepared me for the weight of what the news was going to bring to my life. Finding out that I had an incurable, degenerative disease of my sympathetic nervous system was devastating, but not nearly as devastating as knowing that I had suffered unnecessarily for 3 long years because I was misdiagnosed. A string of doctors had told me over and over that there was nothing more that could be done, when in fact there was lots to be done. This new physician cracked open a world of possibilities and was absolutely determined to bring my pain to a manageable level. RSD is nicknamed the suicide disease. A few months after we met, when I was doing infinitely better, she told me that right before she met me, she lost an RSD patient to suicide. When I first walked into her office, she knew as soon as she saw me that I had RSD and she was going to make sure that this disease wouldn’t take me. I never told her I was suicidal. But she knew. I did not want end my life, but I no longer wanted to be in my body. You cannot carry continuous, immeasurable pain without wanting to leave your body, and she knew that. She reached into the abyss, grabbed on, and wouldn’t let go. She surrounded me with a life force of supports. She taught me that nerves have memory, that we could retrain mine, and that it was going to be the hardest work of my life. She taught me that the sympathetic nervous system by its very nature is designed to override every treatment. Over months and months, she dragged me from the darkness and into the light. Before RSD, I was fearless and had always lived without boundaries. I was a free spirit and knew I could do anything I set my mind to doing. After RSD, I had to relearn the idea of living without boundaries. The physician taught me to dig deep to find ways to adapt to my new life. I researched many, many ways to find new ways of doing things that used to be so easy for me. Many technologies exist today that help me write and illustrate, which brings me to the next question…

SB: Wow! Can you tell us about your new book?

Judi Riley's newest book about MerKINS. She makes the illustrations with a tablet now because of RSD CRPS.JR: My new book is called “The Original MerKINS: A Field Journal.” It is a book that almost didn’t happen. It definitely could not have happened without the healers and doctors who have kept me in the light these last few years. (You’ll find some of them on the attached dedication page). For the last four years, I have been learning how to illustrate using my computer instead of painting. I am very tactile and love mixing and blending colors, and watching my art come to life. Drawing on a black tablet with my wooden hands and staring into a The dedication page in Judi Riley's newest book is for all of the people that have helped her with her RSD CRPS journeycomputer monitor was nothing compared to painting. But, I learned to love it, thanks to an unexpected gift from a friend on Kaua’i. Last year, she gifted me a Great Dane puppy. I lost my Dane a few years ago and didn’t think I could handle training a puppy, but she knew more than I did that I needed him. One of the best tips I ever received (from the doctor who gave me the RSD diagnosis) was to keep in motion. It is too easy to stay in the pain posture (hunched inward, shoulders rolled forward, chin down) which brings on more pain. She encouraged me to walk with purpose with my shoulders back and chin up, and to swing my arms consciously left, right, left. I went from fearlessly windsurfing giant ocean waves in 30 knots of wind to… walking. Exciting, right? Until last year, I avoided the beach because it made me sad and reminded me of my life before RSD. My new puppy got me excited about walking, but walking around town on the hard surfaced sidewalks set my feet on fire. So, I ended up taking him to the beach where I could walk barefoot in the warm, soft sand. We walk and swim about 5 miles a day now. I mention the walking because it was on our daily beach walks that I found inspiration for my new book. Walking is still painful, but the beach has become a safe haven where I can push through the pain, clear my head, and feel the sun, which I am once again madly in love with. My new book is about a “Merologist” who falls into an underwater world called “MerKingdom,” where she meets a series of sea friends (MerKINS) who are animals with mermaid tails, like “MerIggy,” a pig with a mertail, and “MerLar Bear,” a polar bear with a mertail. The book is actually the story of my battle with RSD and all of the characters are based on real people in my life. The first MerKIN who we meet is MerLaLa, a mertailed koala, who is really my friend Lady LaLa, who helped save my life when she gifted me my new puppy. And since I know you will ask, MerCess, a brightly colored horse who draws with her octopus-like tentacled mane, is me. Disappearing into MerKingdom is what has brought me the greatest healing. There have been many times that I wanted to give up. I still have what I call Lost Days, days when the pain is too great to do much of anything. Drawing and typing can flare up my RSD, but sometimes RSD pain comes out of nowhere without any triggers at all. MerKingdom gave me a place to disappear into and took my mind away from the pain. Dreaming up MerKINS gave me something interesting to draw and transformed drawing on a boring black tablet into a magical experience. I chose to format the book in a shabby chic, scrapbook style so the imperfections of my drawings would be hidden and seem intentional. I chose to tell the story in a journal style, so that I could work on any pages at any time, even in an RSD brain fog, because I didn’t need to remember where I left off. It is easily the most challenging book I have ever made, but it is also very easily the best work of my life. I received my advanced printed copy of my new book just last week and as I turned each page, I was absolutely overwhelmed with the magnitude of what I had done. I create the impossible. If I can do this, you can do anything.

Judi Riley says this is a depiction of herself in her books- a mermaid horseSB: That is absolutely incredible. I love that you used it to tell your story. How have you used your talent to cope with CRPS related pain?

JR: My greatest gifts have always been my imagination, my creativity, my humor, and my stubbornness. I draw on all of these gifts to battle RSD. I definitely lean on my ability to think out of  the box to figure out how to do things that RSD makes challenging. I am also hugely curious. I research and I listen to advice, but ultimately, I figure out what works for me. I will try anything, even if it seems crazy. Well, maybe, especially if it seems crazy. Another tip one of my healers taught me to do was smile, even if I am having a Lost Day. The chemicals released into your bloodstream during a fake smile are identical to authentic smiles. I remember hating on life so much, but smiling anyway. The absurdity of it! But, I tried it and it actually worked. Day after day. Stupid arm swinging walking and fake smiling. For me, I needed to draw upon all of my talents to heal my spirit and create enough light to see me through my darkest of days, and return me to the place of knowing I can do anything. We are all limitless.

SB: What would you say to someone who stopped pursuing their interests because of CRPS?

JR: There is a great deal of mourning that needs to be done because the life you had before RSD is gone. It’s a death of sorts. But, that doesn’t mean that you cannot have a full life. RSD is just ONE part of you. It is not the entirety of your Self. You may never have another pain-free day, but the line between manageable pain and unbearable pain is a very, very fine line. Once you have crossed over that manageable pain line and RSD is screaming, the greatest challenge is in knowing that manageable pain is attainable again. It’s important to keep a pain journal because you will need to be reminded of your gifts and all of the things that you can do when your pain is turned down. Every single day, even on Lost Days, you must find one thing that you are really good at so that other parts of you can shine. You must also create wins because RSD brings many, many losses. Whether the win is real or an illusion, you must find a win that gives you happy chemicals to keep fighting. For me, I am freakishly good at Scrabble and so I play online on my phone. Winning is a mindset. Small victories lead to big victories.  Winning at Scrabble leads to getting a book done. No matter how challenging, you also need to find a way to reclaim your hobbies. I can no longer draw with a pen, but I can draw with a tablet. Sometimes, I draw the same line over and over again because the picture in my head and the one that is coming out of my hand are entirely disconnected. But, if I keep at it, I will come close. And some days, that needs to be good enough because it beats not drawing at all. Believing that you can do it is more than half of the battle. I believe that one day I will be able to windsurf again. It’s a crazy belief, but it gives me hope, and hope keeps me in the light.

SB: What advice would you give to someone that wanted to write and/or illustrate children’s books?

JR: What are you waiting for? Just do it. It is really just that simple. Don’t research the thousand and one ways to make a book. Write your book and when it is done, it will take on a life of its own. Your Creative self cannot be bogged down by worries like how do you print a book, and how do you market a book. Since I publish my own books, many people contact me and ask me how to print a book. I’ve learned to ask them one question: have you written your book? In most cases, they have not. Instead of writing their book, they’re trying to figure out how to get an ISBN# for a book that doesn’t even exist. Just do it. It’s truly that simple. Many people have ideas for kids books. An idea is nothing. I have new ideas for kids books all day long0 when I brush my teeth in the morning, when I am climbing into my truck, when I am washing my dishes. It is very easy to come up with ideas for kids books. Finish a book takes blood. It takes all of you. Don’t tell someone who has written a book that you have an idea for a book. Write. Your. Book.

SB: Where can we find your books?

My new book is getting printed right now! It is setting sail from Hong Kong on November 17 and will arrive in Hawaii in December. You will eventually be able to find it at books stores, but for now you can order a first edition, signed, hardcover through my IloveMerKINS.com website. You can also download my ebooks on iTunes and at Amazon, just search for “Judi Riley.” My best selling book is called, “When I Am Quiet on Maui.” Thank you for giving me feathers for my artist wings, which brings me to AerKINS (book two in my new series) another scrapbook styled journal about the power of dreams and features animals with wings, like AerOth, a winged sloth, and AerGer, a winged tiger.

SB: That sounds so cute. Thank you for interviewing with us. Any last words for the RSDSA community?

JR: First, do not listen to the doctors who say there is nothing left to be done. Find a different doctor. Second, be flexible. What works today may stop working without reason. Right now, my treatment plan includes regular stellate ganglion blocks, a cocktail of medications, exercise, pilates, and lots of love. Third, smile every day, even if it is fake. Claw onto your sense of humor and never let it go because you will need it on your darkest days. Fourth, cry. Sometimes, you need to release all of that you are carrying. It doesn’t make you weak. Finally, know that you are limitless. And your very best days are still ahead of you.

Judi Riley in the place that makes her the happiest despite CRPS RSD- the beach

 

Thank you, Judi, for taking the time to be interviewed. Judi just announced all of her books are $0.99 for the month of November in the  iTunes store, so be sure to pick them up while you can!

Jodi’s Story of Hope – DRG Stimulator and CRPS

The following story of hope is about Jodi, a CRPS Warriors from Ainsworth Institute of Pain Management.

“Jodi, like most women, does it all. She is a mom, Nonna, baker, kickboxing instructor, softball player, wife, sister, you name it! Jodi led a very active, very busy and very happy life.

On April 17th, 2014 while on vacation, Jodi was involved in an automobile accident that would leave her with a broken ankle. Jodi’s doctor noticed her ankle wasn’t healing properly and there was a lot of sensitivity in the leg near and around the broken ankle that was not normal. Her doctor had a hunch it was Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, or CRPS… a short time later the became progressively worse and the diagnosis was confirmed.

Upon hearing this news, Jodi was devastated. Normal activities like shaving her legs were so excruciating it would cause her to cry!

Jodi needed a cane and a “plethora of pain meds” just to walk a block.Nothing worked – dozens of medications and even a spinal cord stimulator that stopped working after just a few weeks!

She had a life to live, and responsibilities to herself and her loved ones, to be the best person she could be.

Jodi scoured the Internet to learn more about RSD and CRPS, searching for a way to treat her condition. Soon she came upon the Ainsworth Institute. “I read all about Dr. Hunter and was hugely impressed!” The next thing she knew she found herself 12 stories above Manhattan and for the first time in a long time there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

‘He was very confident and genuine and the staff were very attentive and nice,’ said Jodi. The combination of the two changed Jodi’s mood and she couldn’t wait to begin her healing process, and this time hopefully for good.

Dr. Hunter discussed the DRG Stimulator which had just been approved by the FDA only a few weeks before and he was one of less than 30 physicians in the country chosen to perform it. A short time later, Jodi received a trial of the DRG stimulator and she felt “a world of difference”. Her pain was reduced by 90%!!! She was walking without her cane less than an hour after it was put in. It worked so well that when it was time for the trial to be removed, she cried because she didn’t want to go back to the pain she felt before. Because of her amazing results with the DRG stimulator trial, she received her permanent DRG implant on May 3rd, 2016 and the rest is history!

‘I made the real appointment for February 29th, 2016. I will always remember that date because its the day that changed my life!’

Take a moment to check out Jodi’s before and after videos.

Fast forward almost two months and Jodi has become the patient face of the DRG Stimulator in the tristate area. Jodi has since done television interviews sharing her experience and inspiring story.

A few of us here at the Ainsworth Institute were able to walk alongside Jodi and her family at the Achilles International 2016 Walk for Hope and Possibility (RSDSA). Not only was Jodi able to walk the 1.35-mile route completely cane free but she served as a symbol of hope for the CRPS community.

“The walk gave me hope, and happiness knowing I didn’t give up.”

If you had told me, before I had my DRG stimulator, that I would be walking a mile and half without my wheelchair or cane I would not have believed you.

Matthew’s Story – Hope and Perspective

Matthew was diagnosed with CRPS RSD. He blogged about his story and experience and explained how he has hope and a new perspective.By Matthew for the RSDSA blog.

When a person is diagnosed with CRPS, often times it can be a confusing, complex time. Read what Matthew has gained from his diagnosis and what he hopes for your future.

My name is Matthew. I’m a 19-year-old male from Melbourne, Australia.  I was just recently diagnosed with stage 3 Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, but to most people’s surprise, it was an absolute relief. My injury started 5 years ago as a 14-year-old kid playing basketball. I clashed knees with an opposing player, which I had done hundreds of times before- everyone in sport has. All the usual symptoms of that type of injury came on and lasted weeks: swelling, bruising, dull ache, and redness. 4 months later, after not healing, I saw a sports doctor who sent me to get an MRI. The MRI revealed the conclusion of bone bruising. I was prescribed an anti-inflammatory medication and to see a physio[therapist]. After many months of continuously increasing pain and dozens of specialists telling me that the pain was “in my head,” I went to see my amazing general practitioner and asked to be referred to a reputable orthopedic surgeon.

Several weeks later, I saw the surgeon. The surgeon studied my latest MRI and told me that I had cracked articular cartilage and that I needed surgery sooner rather than later. I took his word for and got with it. He also gave me a cortisone injection to try and settle the pain down before the operation, which did nothing but make my pain worse! The surgery date eventually came and went as planned. Post-surgery, the surgeon told me that I had the worst articular cartilage he’d seen and it may never heal. Time goes by; 3 months, then 6 months. The pain only continued to worsen. I had been back seen the surgeon several times. He did several more cortisone injections. I also had experimental PRP injections, known as plasma rich platelets. Yup, you guessed it- all his attempts to settle the pain just aggravated it more.

By this time, I reached 17-years-old and decided I did not think it was ever going to go away, so I went back to trade school in constant, agonizing pain. I put on my happy face and continued on. Another 18 months went by. By this point, I couldn’t function, hadn’t been to school in a year, and finally decided I needed to see another surgeon or something. I went back to my same general practitioner, who actually told me he believed I had CRPS due to my symptoms. After further discussion, he sent me off to a world renowned knee surgeon for confirmation of diagnosis. He confirmed it and I was referred to the pain management specialist clinic at Epworth to see a CRPS expert. I couldn’t have been happier. Of course, I have a long, long way to go, but finally I can see light at the end of the tunnel! Finally, someone believes me. It’s not in my head! I have had two appointments with my pain specialist. He’s amazing. We tried a couple of medications with not much luck. I think we are going to try a sympathetic block next, fingers crossed!

I had times during the past 5 years, as a young fella, that I hoped I wouldn’t wake up because of the excruciating pain I live in. CRPS is terrible at the best of times, let alone being young and at school, having mates and teachers that don’t believe you. I never thought I’d get a diagnosis or anyone to believe that I’m in real, physical pain. But it happened, it happened for me so it can happen for you, too. I know I’m not out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, but I’m on the right path. I’m in the right direction! I’m more than satisfied with my new pain management specialists, so I have faith we’ll be able to get it somewhat under control. I hope I can return to my life. We all know what CRPS can take away from you. I’ve heard it compared to bleeding out slowly from a gunshot wound, and in many ways that is true. While you’re not physically dying, it slowly, but surely takes away your will to live and enjoy life. Coming from a young man, that’s a huge dramatic statement. Anyone that has been through this will understand. On the flip side, my will to live and enjoy life is only growing by the day. Every time I read another story of hope, I gain a little more faith that I will get better.

I’ve already talked about all the down sides of CRPS and it’d be perfectly understandable to think: “How would anyone be able to find a positive out of such a gloomy situation?” Well, my friends, CRPS has given me appreciation for life; the fresh air I breathe, the birds singing in the morning, it makes you think about all the people in the world not appreciating their lives. Most importantly it gave me perspective. The perspective that makes me happy to be alive each day, be able to breathe fresh air, even eat a sweet juicy apple. It’s the kind of perspective that makes you not worry about anything that isn’t worth worrying about. Every second you spend arguing/yelling/getting involved in drama is a second less you’ll get to do what you want with the days that God has allocated you. This is my story. I really hope it gives someone, even one person, some hope that one day they can get on the right path and head towards a happy pain free life.

CRPS Wedding Chronicles: Photographers

CRPS Wedding Chronicles Sammie discusses booking a photographer and explaining CRPSBy Samantha Barrett for the RSDSA blog.

I’m back! We’re officially less than a year away from my CRPS wedding. I’m taking you all on this journey with me.

Believe it or not, I have shy tendencies. While I used to be able to perform at Celtics games, competitions, and recitals, that was with a group. When the attention is on me, I get quite nervous. Plus, over the past few years, I’ve become more self-conscious. Because of my inability to constantly be active, I’ve gained weight. My teeth have shifted despite having braces and a retainer for over 4 years (thank you, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome). So, getting my pictures taken isn’t something that puts me at ease. My fiancé also gets very nervous at getting his pictures taken and has never had pictures professionally done. But, we needed a wedding photographer.

I went to a few bridal shows with my mom to check out different vendors. At one of the shows, there was this photographer that I just clicked with. Her practices are eco-friendly, she has a really great way of presenting the album, and she works with her husband. She was so sweet and just had the most breathtaking pictures. I kept her in mind as I checked out other vendors. No one seemed to click with me like she did. But, I selected two different photographers that I liked and had my fiancé look at their portfolios online. I was nervous he would select the person I wasn’t sure of, but he ended up picking the woman I really liked.

I set up a meeting with the photographer on a day where my fiancé and I could both go (our work schedules don’t mesh well right now). The photographer, named Amanda, decided she wanted to meet at Panera Bread so we could get some goodies while we chatted. I was so anxious when I got there that I was shaking and had to have a little extra help getting in. I had my list of questions in my planner and had anything I thought she would need with me.

As soon as we started talking, she completely put us both at ease. We had so much in common with her and her husband. She took an actual interest in the things we said. She embraced the fact that we are middle school sweethearts who were nicknamed “Beauty and the Beast.” She took so many notes and asked so many questions that she used to connect with us that if felt like we had known her for years. She was enthusiastic and just amazing.

Now, I know when I walk into a room people wonder why I walk with a cane. When Amanda asked if there was anything that she should know about us as a unit or separately, my fiancé and I knew we should at least address the whole thing. I started explaining CRPS/RSD to her (as well as EDS and POTS). I told her that I’m in and out of a wheelchair and that everything is unpredictable. My device of choice is a cane, but with the stress of a wedding, you never know when a flare will happen. Instead of being uneasy or pitying me, she asked what my limitations are on a good day and what they could be on a bad day. We made a plan for if I have to use my wheelchair, as I wanted to do my pictures in a local garden that isn’t the most handicap accessible. We also decided that I’ll have some sort of signal for if I can’t stand anymore and need to pause the pictures or if I need to sit. It was so nice to have someone that wasn’t afraid to address everything head on and to have someone that had so many ideas in case something happened. I also explained how the discoloration is something I get self-conscious of. We decided we would handle those pictures on a case by case basis, since I’m not trying to hide my CRPS/RSD from anyone.

We ended up deciding that we would go with her as our photographer. We are so excited to see what she does with us. We have engagement pictures set up for the fall, since I’m more of a flannel girl than a shorts and tank top girl. We will see where this goes.

Tips for Booking a Photographer

  • Have a few photographers in mind. View their portfolios, the different packages they offer, and reviews from previous clients
  • Go with a photographer that has images with the same feel as your wedding. If you’re having a very glamorous wedding, you may not want a photographer that exclusive does rustic weddings
  • Set up an in person meeting so you can get a feel for how the photographer will be.
  • Create a list of questions you may have for the photographer in general (you can look on WeddingWire or TheKnot to find example questions).
  • Make sure you are comfortable with the photographer. If you aren’t, your pictures may not come out the best since there will be an awkward energy
  • Don’t be afraid to address having CRPS/RSD- own it! Create a plan either on your own or with your photographer based on different pain scenarios or if you could change assistive devices. This could include an alternate list of shots you’ll want, a different place to have pictures taken, the quantity of posed pictures taken, and even the level of editing you would like done
  • Have a list of things you want from the photographer. Whether you want certain pictures taken, have certain places you would like to be, or any other things that you want.
  • Do a test run. Most photographers offer engagement photos as part of the package. That is the perfect way to test them out and is a great way for you to see how the photographer can adapt to changes you may need.

Team Caroline: A CRPS Story of Hope & Of Giving Back

Caroline holds an event for Team Caroline on behalf of RSDSA. After almost a decade with CRPS RSD, Caroline is fighting backWritten by Caroline Bert for the RSDSA blog.

Caroline is a CRPS/RSD warrior that has been fighting for about 9 years. Now, Caroline is doing what she can to defy CRPS “limits” and to make a difference in the CRPS/RSD community through fundraisers.

My name is Caroline Bert and I am 21 years old. In 2007 I broke my left wrist, when the doctor took my cast off my arm was crooked. After 11 months of many doctors ruling things out, my diagnosis was Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. Dr. Neil Kirschen treated me by a series of 3 stellate ganglion nerve blocks , and then on the first treatment of the second series I woke up with full relief. I went into a 3-year remission until 2011 when I re-injured my left wrist working as a hostess at a restaurant. We tried the nerve blocks, but because my nerves were already scrambled from the previous blocks it had an opposite effect, causing a flare up during the procedure.

It was time to explore other options. Calmare treatment was unbearable, acupuncture was as well, and physical therapy was torture. With high hopes I stepped into Dr. Brian Durkin’s office, I put all of my trust into him and it was the smartest thing I have ever done. Dr. Durkin is the best doctor on the planet. He has made it possible for me to accomplish more than I could’ve dreamed. In 2012 I had my first ketamine-lidocaine infusion at Stony Brook Medical Center. After waking up from the infusion my pain level went from a 9/10-2/10. I was able to take the brace off of my arm and I could even touch it. This is something that I had not felt in a long time, and it was relief.

What I liked most about Dr.Durkin was that he encouraged me to live how I wanted to, and gave me the all the help I needed to do that. Many doctors would say that being a dancer with RSD is very dangerous. I was told to stop dancing and one doctor even told my mom that “saying your child with RSD wants to be a dancer is like saying that your child the hemophiliac wants to work at a glass factory.” But Dr.Durkin said that dance was a form of physical therapy for me. And that as long as I knew my limits and listened to my body, I could be a dancer even with RSD. He told me that most people who have had RSD will have it spread to other parts of their body, but me being active was preventing that. He never told me to quit doing what I love.

In 2012 I went away to SUNY Potsdam as a double major dance and photography, however due to the cold weather and a fall on the ice I developed RSD in my right wrist that winter. I came home and then went back to Potsdam. I loved Potsdam but it was not a good place to be with RSD. The doctors were unfamiliar with it, a trip home takes all day, and the cold weather makes it worse. In 2014 I came home for good. The RSD in both wrists was at the worst it has ever been and every time I came home I had to miss more school, it was not worth it. After coming home, I was able to see my doctors regularly, I was always able to get my prescriptions refilled on time, and I had my family around to make sure I was okay. I took classes at Nassau Community college while figuring things out. coming home was hard but it was what I needed. I got 4.0 in every class, and started working for the New York Yankees as a fan photographer. I get infusions every 6 weeks and I am able to do everything I love to do, to live a somewhat normal life under these rare but difficult conditions.

My first Achilles walk was in 2012 (The year I graduated High School) and my shirt read: “RSD won’t stop be from being a dancer, a photographer, or graduating” It was amazing to meet so many others that could understand what I am going through.Another image from Team Caroline's event to help raise funds and awareness for CRPS RSD

This year my mom and my friend Annette wanted to raise more money for the walk than we ever had in years past. They took on the task of planning my fundraiser, because they love and support me so much. We held the RSD/CRPS Fundraiser on June 3rd from 8-11 at a local bar called “J.Pauls Terrace Cafe”. My dad Glenn Bert and friend Annette Quinn were guest bartenders and 20% of what was made at the bar during the fundraiser was donated to the walk. We also sold raffle baskets and 50/50.  We had an outstanding turnout and live music by my cousin Jake Incao. It was an amazing night and I could not help but feel blessed because as I looked around at the crowd in the bar that night I was reminded what an incredible support system I have. We raised over $2,500 that night, and the donations keep coming from some friends that were not able to make it. I would say that the fundraiser was very successful because although it is great that we raised so much money, I think it is even better that we raised the awareness in my community. During the fundraiser so many people asked me questions about what RSD is and I was so happy to educate them because next time they meet someone with RSD they won’t have to ask “what’s that?”

So, while we made a lot of money we ultimately achieved our goal of raising awareness in the process. My support system took on this entire project of creating a fundraiser on their own. It was put together by the people who have seen me at my worst and still love me. They organized raffles, donated their time and services, and advertised the event as much as possible. If people would like to donate to Team Caroline, please click this link.

Caroline had a very successful night raising awareness for CRPS RSD and funds for RSDSAA group shot from the CRPS RSD awareness event held by Team CarolineCaroline sits with some of her supporters at a fundraiser for Team Caroline and RSDSA (CRPS RSD)Thank you Caroline for your work raising awareness for CRPS RSDA raffle for CRPS RSDWhat's an event without music? Caroline brought in musicians for her CRPS RSD awareness event