As part of MG Awareness month we are sharing personal stories written by individuals impacted by MG. Today’s post is written by WWMG member, Kerri Sweeris.
If you saw me out and about somewhere, you would see a fairly normal looking, dark-haired, overweight, kind of pretty girl with nice hair and makeup on. I would be wearing nice jewelry (most of which I made!!) and the only thing you might notice that doesn’t look quite normal is that I have a trach. I have a silicon tube in my neck through which I breathe. You see, because I have this disease called Myasthenia Gravis (MG). And I went 8 years without a proper diagnosis. And that is why I have the trach.
What you don’t know is that it took me all day to get that makeup on, to do my hair, put my jewelry on, and so on. Getting ready to go anywhere is at LEAST a 2 hour process. I have to rest in between. I can’t do certain things to my hair that I used to because I can’t hold my arms up.
In July of 1996, I started having double vision. I went to an eye muscle specialist at a very well-known ophthalmologist business. She told me it was stress (I was a dispatcher at a trucking company, so I DID have a very stressful job), and that I had something called “Convergence Insufficiency” (CI), and my eyes were not working together. For proper, normal, single vision, our eyes must converge (or turn inward) slightly and at the same degree. If this doesn’t happen, we can get double vision.
Just now I’ve done some research on CI, and have discovered it is common in children with ADHD (I was 25, and don’t have ADHD), and veterans who had experienced close-by blasts (again, not me) and people with traumatic brain injury (nope). CI also causes difficulty in reading: reading slowly, difficulty remembering what was read, reading the same line over and over, and so on.
I had no trouble reading. My double vision happened 90% of the time when I was trying to look far away. So for this woman to conclude, based on a cursory exam, that I had CI, was irresponsible at best. This doctor SHOULD have known that I was having the classic first symptom of Myasthenia Gravis, and that for a female, I was at the most currently diagnosed age as well. So she was either stupid, which I don’t think was entirely the case, or terribly uneducated by her professors and peers about MG. I suspect the latter is true.
Had she been properly educated about MG, I probably never would have gotten as sick as I am. So how does this lead to the trach? Well, four years later, in October of 2000, I had an MRI under sedation to try to figure out why I was severely fatigued, having shortness of breath, double vision and why I wasn’t breathing as I slept. As soon as I was sedated, I was lain flat for the test, and promptly quit breathing. I became immediately cyanotic (blue) and the poor MRI techs had to call a Code. (The medical fanatic in me really wishes I would have seen this happening, but alas; not possible.)
During this code, I was emergently intubated. My vocal cords were most probably nicked by either the metal placement instrument, or the ET tube itself. The neurologist at the hospital that was consulting on my case told me I wasn’t leaving the hospital until they figured out what was wrong with me.
Four days later, on October 17, 2000 I was helicoptered to the U of M, intubated and vented for over 2 weeks. I developed MRSA pneumonia, and was trached to get me off the vent to try to get rid of the pneumonia.
When I got home I went to an ENT within my insurance, and he didn’t see why the trach couldn’t come out (without doing ANY tests). He took it out and I stopped breathing again, only this time I was not sedated so I remember mouthing “help me” to my husband.
The doctor shoved a trach in get me breathing again. What he did not realize is that my vocal cords were scarred shut. Vocal cords are in the shape of a “V”. When you breathe in, they open. When you talk, eat, or swallow, they close to protect your airway. Since mine were scarred in the closed position, I could not breathe above the vocal cords, and my trach is my only airway. The doc kind of freaked out. Later I found out he primarily does plastic surgery. Needless to say I investigate my doctors a lot more carefully now.
I am on permanent disability, I have to raise my son, and homeschool him, partly because schools have so many germs. People with MG don’t die from MG, they die from a cold. Which turns into pneumonia, which leads to a ventilator that they never get off…
So back to the eye doctor; if she had been better educated, or if she was educated, but just didn’t think it through, I may have a totally different life. I don’t dwell on it, because I believe that God can turn anything meant for evil to my benefit and His glory. I’m a lot different than I was before MG, and I like this “me” a lot better.
– Kerri Sweeris
WWMG Member, blogger, and owner/artist at Kerri’s Kreations.
2 thoughts on “My MG Story – by Kerri Sweeris”
sorry to hear about what you went through. I spent over a year undiagnosed—-even after walking into my doctor’s office with my right eye shut tight and unable to open it. he wasn’t educated enough on mg or didn’t care enough to figure it all out.
anyway, I got another doctor and the first time she saw me she looked at my right eye and said–“That’s not right. How long has that been going on?” when I told her about six months she freaked and said “Let’s get you an apt with a neurologist as quickly as possible and get this figured out.”
oh well—-life is a gift, even if it does come with a sprinkling of mg. best of luck to you and thanks for sharing your story!
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