Oh CCSVI - why won't you die???? Maybe if we inject you with stem cells....

Every once and awhile, some search engine finds my blog and I get dive bombed by CCSVI protagonists. This time I also got messages from those recommending stem cell transfusions. Which, I must quickly add, have even less science support than CCSVI does, and which have been tied to rather severe side effects, unlike CCSVI overall (though don't get me started about stenting, which seems to have a shockingly high fatality rate, or the rate of restenosing, which also seems unacceptably high)
Strangely, these dive bombings come from places where neither procedure is allowed on the countries' own people.

What does that tell us?

I dunno, but my "sucker alert" becomes activated. You know - that little beeping sound that tells you there are people out there seeking to take advantage of desperate folks with deep pockets - or worse still, desperate folks with shallow pockets, who go broke trying to cure this dratted disorienting disabling disease.

Now, I can understand the desperate people. I've been there. Heck, I already have my suicide plan in place and review it regularly. Not for use now, I add - heck, I can't even decide if I should get rid of my dog. No, it's for later. Just in case.

I don't understand the people on the other side. The ones who seem willing to rip off sick people for unproven and even dangerous therapies (by this I mean stem cell treatments and stenting).

The pro-CCSVI people go on about how big pharma loves we MS endurers cos they make tons of money off of us. Well, follow the money, people. Look at what CCSVI has brought providers. Look at what repeated treatments bring them. Look at how they treat and then send any complications back home where they don't have to pay the costs. Just saying'.

I know, some people say they've had wonderful results from CCSVI. And they may well have. God love 'em. And I'm happy for them. I'm less happy about the paranoid rantings against anyone who raises a question about the procedure - that just makes we MS people sound like crazy people and I have had my care suffer because of this.

Me, I'm waiting for the science. And yes, each and every day I lose a bit. Like sands through an hourglass, as the old soap used to say, my abilities slip endlessly through the narrow neck of no return. I exercise my body and my mind in an attempt to stall the flow. I take my medicines like a good patient, most of the time. But I'm not a pawn of big pharma and I fight taking any extra meds. I do my research and am glad I took the time to study nursing and epidemiology and health policy so that I can, in fact, usually understand what I am reading.

I know the tipping point may be just around the corner, where I can no longer walk dependably. But it's not intolerable yet. I am alone, so must learn to be dependent, and this is killing my soul. Or making it grow. I haven't figured that part out yet.

I'm not yet willing to give some manipulative money grubbing individual my carefully saved thousands of dollars for a treatment that may well not work, only to be left with not enough money to afford the wheelchair I will now need. I've seen far too much of that out there, and it breaks my heart.

If I do eventually succumb to temptation and try out CCSVI, there's no way I'd agree to stents. There's nothing good to say about them.

And I damn well will not give my money to someone who plans to inject me with stem cells - those cells that can turn into ANYTHING and that don't show any promise unless you actually kill off all the regular immune system in your body. Even then, the risk of death is high high high.

Listen to your sucker alert, will you? Let's stay safe out there.

Well, it's one of those days...

Got up, poured my cereal in my coffee mug.
It's gone downhill from there.
I'm trying to get organized for my move to heaven  Nova Scotia (specifically, Dartmouth) and my brain is NOT cooperating. I am mixed up between trying to organize paperwork, throw out items, book movers, change addresses, etc., etc. and my desk is a disaster, my hair is a spectacle, and my dog is becoming surly. It's just about time to take him for a walk and mail a variety of things, but first I have to figure out the byzantine rules for getting money back from the drug support program here in Ontario for my horrendously expensive Copaxone. And other drugs.

Expensive disease, this. And it's only beginning. The pharmacist figures out I spent $16,000 on meds last year - most of it covered by insurance, thank gods, but this year my coverage stops at $2400 (the max available under my insurance). Even the support program only pays for 80%. As my income is about twice my drug total, life is looking a bit grim. Perhaps I will have to just give them up. Or maybe the makers of Copaxone, Teva pharmaceuticals, who were in fact fined for overcharging, could lower their prices a wee bit. I know, overall, it is less costly than the alternative - crippling disease progression - and it seems to have stopped that for me. I know it's expensive to make, and involves years of research - I know they have to charge a hefty fee.  But perhaps a wee bit less hefty would be a big help.