Baclofen Pump
July 27, 2008
Tomorrow, July 28, I undergo surgery to implant the baclofen pump (ITB Pump-Intrathecal baclofen Therapy Pump). Medtronic makes the pump; click Medtronic to learn more about the pump. I will on a short hiatus while I go into rehab. Then I’ll be back blogging about my experiences. Hopefully, someone else that has to go through the same surgery can read about this and get a real world understanding of what happens.
I undergo surgery around 7:30AM tomorrow. The procedure takes about 90 minutes. A small incision is made just below the skin into the layer of fat at waist level on either right or left side. The pump is wrapped in cloth and inserted into the incision. The another smaller incision is made in the lumbar region of the back at the spine. A small catheter is tunneled from the pump to the lumbar region and inserted into the intrathecal space of the spine. I am stitched up and recovery begins while liquid baclofen begins it drip into the spine.
Afterwards I need to lay flat for 24 hours to avoid a massive headache as this procedure is like one mega lumbar puncture. Then I am whisked away to the rehab hospital for four to seven days. Probably seven days.
Why rehab? Well, mainly to wean me off the oral baclofen. Additionally, rehab will help to strengthen muscles that are currently spastic, teach me how to use muscles the correct way again. You know, things like that. My oral baclofen will be reduced from 110mg a day to 80mg a day. Rehab will adjust the pump will continuing to reduce the oral baclofen.
Within seven days I will be released, sent home and hopefully feeling much better than I do right now. I am hoping the painful spasms will end so I can stop taking pain pills. Potentially, fatigue will lessen as 110mg daily of baclofen increases fatigue.
I am both eager to have an ITB pump and work at rehab. Having a positive outlook has been an advantage for me through Atypical Mulitple Sclerosis, most likely Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. I know I have a choice in my outlook. I do not expect certain things to happen so I am usually pretty happy most of the time.
I went through the ‘Why Me’ phase years ago. It wasn’t helpful. I came to the conclusion why not me. What made me so special that I actually thought I was above getting sick, hurt, etc. Because I am surrounded by people who care, love and support me I am glad that I have Multiple Sclerosis. Sounds weird?!? I guess it is, but I hope that because I have MS, maybe I can lessen the hardship of one other person who also has MS.
I can send out good thoughts and feelings to others who are suffering from MS. And not just the physical and mental effects of MS, but also the emotional toll it takes on their spouses, children, friends, families. So often I hear from others about domestic upheaval from the sheer emotional and financial toll from MS, espeically Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. I mean PPMS can be a very isolating disease as sufferers have great difficulty moving about their communities for both daily living issues and SOCIAL CONNECTIONS.
In any event I will blog more when I return. Until then I wish you all well.
Now we’re getting somewhere
July 23, 2008
I finally found some neurologists, multiple sclerosis specialists, who were willing to work with me. Help me, we-hubby,me,son,family-figure out what was wrong with me and help by treating symptoms initially.
Already on baclofen for spasticity which was helping a little, my third visit was a jackpot of sorts. Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring suggested Provigil for fatigue. I used to be one of those early risers who felt the day was half over by 8 AM. Rising at 5 AM and after a few cups of coffee I tore into my chores. By 8 AM chores over, I began my day. As a homemaker initially in my marriage, then as a homemaker and college student. I went back to school to become a secondary school English teacher.
After graduating Summa Cum Laude, I set up an internship with a local high school. With several teachers retiring, I was already assured a job. It was that spring of ’05 that I set up the internship and by summer ’05 pretty much incapacitated. Besides spasticity, fatigue set in by 5:30am rendering me unable to really do anything. The summer heat also rendered me immobile, only I really didn’t even know the heat had anything to do with it. I had to give up the internship and subsequent job. Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe my feeling.
Back to September 2006, one by one the docs were attacking my symptoms. First was the spasticity in my legs, second was the fatigue with Provigil. I knew how much Provigil helped because my sister was already on it. She was just like me, a little energizer bunny until MS hit her. Needless to say I was excited about the prospect of having more energy. Maybe I could make it past 7pm before I passed out.
But, wait, there’s more. Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring diagnosed me with Multiple Sclerosis. Most likely Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis considering the lack of any the symptoms remitting. WOW! An actual diagnosis! Although it came with a caveat. BIG SURPRISE, huh!?!
Dr. Caring explained that the McDonald Criteria, the official criteria for diagnosing MS, is somewhat arbitrary. He explained that a committee of neurologists convened and decided on the “official” requirements upon which to diagnose multiple sclerosis. All the while knowing that they can never be 100% sure they were dealing with MS. Dr. Caring has been an MS specialist for twenty-five years and knew the toll arbitrary parameters took on patients and their families. HE was not about to let HIS patients go through that turmoil. Why is this important, well because I did not fit neatly into the arbitrary criteria. So even though it seems like PPMS, I was to carry an atypical Multiple Sclerosis tag. Hey, they can call it, me whatever they liked as long as I was being treated.
But, Wait it gets better. I have baclofen, provigil, a diagnosis and now STEROIDS. Solu-medrol to be exact. Wow! A diagnosis, symptom meds (baclofen and provigil) and Solu-medrol. A five day course of steroids. And a follow-up appointment in three months.
Solu-medrol should give me a boost. Maybe even help with the devastating vertigo I was feeling. The docs were tackling my symptoms, taking it slowly, giving me hope. They were also acutely aware of my aggressively fast downward spiral. They kept increasing the baclofen as the spasticity was unrelenting, the vertigo was constant, bladder and bowel issues continued, fatigue, incoordination kept worsening.
Getting approval from my insurance company took about two weeks then the plan was enacted. Ok, I would go to the infusion center at the hospital for the first dose of Solu-medrol the follow-up with a visiting nurse for the remaining four doses. The hospital dose took about three hours because they hold you for about an hour afterwards to monitor your reaction.
That night a representative from a third party coordinator would drop off the four add’l doses of solu-medrol and the paraphernalia. Things like IV pole, syringes, heparin, alcohol swabs, etc.
The next morning the visiting nurse showed up explained how I was to administer the solu-medrol to myself. HOLD ON! No one told me I was going to administer the meds to myself. What are they thinking? I’m not a nurse. What if a large air bubble passes through the IV tube? What if I don’t regulate the drip just right and it only takes me an hour not two hours? What if????
Well, the visiting nurse, Phyllis, took me step by step through the entire process. It’s ok if it takes only an hour instead of two. Some patients prefer that. If air bubbles accumulate in IV tubes, call the office immediately. The phones are open 24/7, even though I was taking the steroids in the AM. She really alleviated any fears, made me believe in myself, took the extra time. She would even be back in two days to change the needle and take blood.
On day five Phyllis came back a last time to extract the IV needle, bandage me and wish me luck. I felt kind of silly, though, because all it took was pulling out the needle, putting pressure with a gauze pad so the bleeding stopped and then applying a band-aid.
I was good to go. Let the effects begin. Keep in mind that for the first week or so your body is so wired that sleeping is difficult. Being around people can be difficult because you are so wired that every little thing can get under your skin. This first course was a learning lesson for me, my hubby, and son. But we managed.
Real Diagnosis
July 21, 2008
In June 2006 after an unsuccessful year of pursuing some treatment with three different neurologists, I hit the jackpot with Sis’s neurologists (one fellow and one Multiple Sclerosis specialist). From June until early August I went through MRIs, blood tests for a whole lot of different diseases, and lumbar puncture.
When these test results came back to Dr. Kindhearted (my primary neurologist) and Dr. Caring (the MS specialist), Dr. Kindhearted called informing of these results. Unfortunately, they all came back normal. Now I say unfortunately only because this delayed diagnosis; and I thought they would stop treating me. I had only just begun the baclofen but I felt some improvement in my legs.
I followed up in August 2006 and was sure Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring were going to say, “Well since all the tests are normal except for that small white spot on your MRI which we are pretty sure isn’t causing all your symptoms there is nothing more we can do.” But they didn’t. In fact, Dr. Caring said the normal test results just makes their job harder, but that is ok because they like a challenge. He also said that even normal test results are helpful to them because it points them in different directions or helps eliminate other diseases. Multiple Sclerosis is really a disease of elimination: other diseases must be ruled out to rule in MS. We were still on track, they were still digging.
They increased my baclofen again at this visit in the beginning of August. They put me through the litany of neurological tests in the office. They then conferred and returned to the exam room. Apparently, my eyes were getting worse. The abnormal eye movements were more pronounced, incoordination worsened in both hands and legs. The spasticity worsened, worsened from mid-June to early August. That was disheartening to hear. Although I knew my eyes were not right. It felt as if I was losing coordination of my eyes, like my eye muscles were weak and didn’t seem to do what I wanted them to do.
In addition to increasing the baclofen, they did genetic testing for CADASIL. As you may know my two sisters were already diagnosed with RRMS. MS is one of the differential diseases when diagnosing CADASIL (cerebral autosomal dominant arteriopathy with subcortical infarcts and leukoencephalopathy). WOW, what is that?
Well according to the Genetics Home Reference (Click for the long story) website it is an inherited condition that causes strokes and other impairments. That’s they short story.
I was sent home with the appointment for the end of September still in tact. It was then that I would get the results from the genetic testing. Yikes! Although the docs didn’t seem to think that it was CADASIL, but due diligence must be followed. Ok, I guess I can deal with that, I mean after all these docs were traveling down roads of which I am sure the buffoons I had previously seen never even heard about.
Hubby and I went home relieved. We survived a second appointment and these docs and Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring were still busy searching for answers.
Multiple Sclerosis Specialists
July 20, 2008
In April 2006 I felt hopeless, the lowest point in my life. After spending a year trying to find a doctor that would help me, diagnose me, relieve some symptoms, SOMETHING, I was left adrift in a sea of incompetent, callous, unethical neurologists. My family and my primary care physician kept me floating. But when the third neurologist suggested I was psychologically impaired and that I needed a psychiatrist not a neurologist hopelessness settled in for a long winters nap.
Swearing off doctors, I called my pcp to let him know what happened. He suggested another angle, an orthopedist. He figured we would get help by going through the back door. An orthopedist would surely suggest a neurologist after performing some type of testing, further strengthening my case. What was I a defendant in a court case? NO! I am done; no more doctors. Thanks, but no thanks.
I know what you’re thinking, “What about your hubby?” “What did he do, say?” He told me we were going to pursue some avenue, find help somewhere even if he had to physically carry me there. He was not going to give up. My sisters (both of whom were already diagnosed with MS-having MRIs and Lumbar Punctures consistent with MS), my mother, my friends, my brother (one of three that kept me going) would not let me give up.
So, my sister who lives about an hour away in a nearby state suggested I see her MS specialist, a well-known and respected neurologist. Hubby said make the appointment, I’ll get her there. Sis, called and said her neurologist (a then fellow overseen by this respected MS specialist) wanted to see me. He wanted to help, wanted to work with me. Assured Sis that if he couldn’t help because it wasn’t MS, he would find someone that would and could help me. Hubby kept telling me we were going to that appointment, end of story.
Seemed like a life saver was thrown to me, but at this point I was more than skeptical. My appointment was early June 2006 at 4pm. I don’t remember the day but I remember the time, because we left his office at 7pm. Yes, the doctors took three hours to review my ‘case’. WOW!
They(the fellow and ms specialist) left no stone unturned. I mean they listened to an entire year of my life-symptoms, tests, results. They asked pointed questions for clarification. Then they examined me. I followed their fingers in front of my face, they pulled at my legs, I performed finger coordination tests and finally I walked. But not very far. Immediately they saw problems. Actually they saw problems when I first walked into the exam room, but the second time confirmed what they saw and what their examinations found.
The result: some medication for my symptoms. Initially I was put on Baclofen for spasticity. Spasticity was causing the stiffness in my legs and the pain in my legs and the spasms in my legs. WOW! Medicine that was for a real symptom. Dare I have a little hope! I was cautious. I really held back my hope.
Holding back hope was very difficult because these two doctors cared about me. Really, the way the listened, asked follow-up questions, they way the spoke to me and hubby. When one person reaches out to another out of care, concern is truly a miracle. I had already experienced that with my family and friends. I knew what it looked like, sounded like, felt like. These docs were the true thing.
After their conference, they came back into the exam room and laid out an entire treatment plan. This included the aforementioned Baclofen. Also, they would redo MRIs, massive amount of bloodwork, and a lumbar punture: FOR STARTERS! Then they made two follow-up appointments. One six weeks later after the tests and one six weeks after that to monitor my progress. Then what?
Well their response was “we keep following you, until something definite shows. Meanwhile we keep treating the symptoms.” I was their patient, now. Sometimes, they said, it can take a year or more before a diagnosis can be made. Sometimes, because there is NO DEFINITIVE test for MS, a definite diagnosis cannot ever be made. But the good news was they could be sure this was neurological, upper motor neuron disease. They could tell that right then, upon examination. All else was up for grabs. It may be MS, it may not but they could and would treat my symptoms.
Hope springs eternal.
Atypical Multiple Sclerosis 