Sian-Marie - Surrey, UK
When I met Sian-Marie in 1986 she was a nutter with a zest for life
that was shocking. To top it all she was wearing a short skirt, which
showed a scar that was unbelievable. In the end I couldn't help ask
what she had done; to be honest it looked like a shark attack. In reply
in, what has been come a trade mark, blunt way she said she'd had a
tumour removed; why? was it scary? No but it was ugly. I realised as
the night went on that she didn't really notice it; that was until it
was knocked. Then she hit the floor screaming in obvious agony. Now
that was scary.
Sian-Marie was 17 and had at that time had 3 major operations to remove
the tumour and it had left a sensitive patch on her left thigh. Normally
when covered it was not obvious but if touched she went through the
ceiling.
We started dating and in 1990 moved in together. During this time I
had become used to her bouts of depression and the pain she was in but
overall she is a cheerful person who never let it get to her. What had
become obvious was the level of pain was getting worse, yet she rarely
if ever complained. At the end of 1990 the pain had become so bad that
she went to her GP and asked to be referred back to the plastic's clinic.
I went with her! This was the most distressing time of my life. To see
her being pulled around, prodded and poked and then told she was a liar
is something I will never forget or really forgive.
After the session we went home and she said "oh well it was worth
a go I suppose I shall ne
ed to live with it!" However, out of the blue a month later she
was recalled to the clinic. This time she was seen by the actual consultant.
After a long chat it was decided that she should see a "pain therapist".
We agreed and she was referred. However, not without the grumble of
"how in heck's name is a pain therapist going to help? I'm in pain
already, I have lived with it for years - now they're going to teach
me how to deal with it".
However in November 1990 she went for the appointment and was told
she had a condition called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. There was good
and bad news, the doctor was going to try and cure it but it had been
there so long - since Sian-Marie was 12 - that is was doubtful that
the treatments would work. Over the next 5 years Sian-Marie underwent
god only knows how many blocks, pills, machines and other treatments
but to no avail. She was discharged.
Then in 1995 on her way to work she was involved in a car accident.
Suffering whiplash the pain had now appeared in her right shoulder.
No one would help. She was seen by 9 different doctors until she went
to see the doctor for the other insurance party's report. He told her
that she had RSD or Hand Shoulder Syndrome in her right shoulder. To
make matters worse in 1998 she suffered a problem with her right ankle
and developed it there after a minor op. Then in 2002 just before Christmas
she tripped and has now RSD in the entire left side of her body.
Treatment started for this at St. Peter's Hospital in Chertsey in January
2003 and they are treating all the areas. However, at this time she
is in a bad way. However, she remains blunt and cheerful. irracible
and chirpy... all at the same time. She still works and only took 3
weeks off work for the accident. In fact she went back complete with
crutches! I am amazed at her lack of complaints. Her vigour and drive
and her sheer determination not to be beaten. She says she's not that
bad and others are worse off. Well my opinion this is one brave lady
who had really over come great odds.
To this day Sian-Marie is in agony every day of her life, but if you
met her you would never know she hides it well! Her pain specialist,
her GP and I all agree that she does not let on how bad she really is!
I try and look after her but she doesn't slow down enough and though
I see her literally squirming with agony every night she still gets
up and goes to work.
Sian-Marie's story is told by her partner, Mark
Jenkins
Natz - Edinburgh, Scotland
My name is Diane and I live in Edinburgh, Scotland. My Daughter, Natalie,
likes to be called Natz
Almost a year ago today Natalie was a happy 14yr old girl doing the
things teenagers love - listening to music, going to concerts, babysitting
her nieces & nephews, shopping with her older sisters and me. Then
in August 2002 our world fell apart; Natz went into hospital to have
an operation on her left foot; she had a small lump on the inside, which
hurt her when her trainers rubbed against it or if she ran or jumped.
This began after a fall, which sprained her ankle. and other treatments
had not helped. After an x-ray was taken of her foot, the doctor explained
that there was a wee growth on the inside of her foot and that this
could easily be removed. Natz would have the op and be home the same
day. The operation went well, we thought when we returned home later
that evening, and Natalie had a big padded bandage right up to her knee.
All we could see was her toes. We were given a leaflet to tell us the
do's & don'ts, one of which said DO NOT WEIGHT BEAR FOR THE FIRST
TEN DAYS. Restrict to gentle movement of the foot and toes. We did this
and a few days later I saw that Natalie's toes were very blue in colour,
but thought it was some bruising after the surgery.
As Natalie was in a lot of pain I took her to my GP, who undid the
bandage and checked for an infection; it was fine, she said, and replaced
the bandage, but he doctor observed that Natz's foot was very cold.
However we went home and I tried everything to put some heat into her
foot, but nothing worked. We visited the GP on another two occasions
but were just sent back home. I also phoned the hospital but they said
if I was worried we should just go to casualty. I didn't want to seem
like a paranoid mother so waited till our appointment ten days later
when the stitches were removed. I spoke to the consultant about the
coldness of her foot and the funny blue colour. He took a quick look
and said "the wound's healing nicely
see you again in six
weeks". So off we went home with Natalie still in pain and not
being able to put any weight on her foot at all; she had to use crutches.
Five weeks after the op to remove the growth, which we were now told
was a Neuroma (a benign growth of a nerve) Natalie was in so much pain
and her leg had swollen so much that I took her to casualty. There they
discovered she had Deep Vein Thrombosis. We couldn't believe it; she
was only 14yrs old. People get that on long flights, we thought, so
how could this be? Anyway Natz was put on Warfarin to thin the blood
with daily blood tests to check her INR. Thankfully she stopped taking
it in March this year (2003). At the six week check up the doctor could
give us no reason why someone of 14yrs should have DVT. Maybe it was
because she was immobile for such a long time he said (I wanted to slap
him and say "you told her not to weight bear for the first 10 days
and when I phoned your advice was to elevate the foot, you stupid man").
But I restrained myself and just asked, "why does Natalie's foot
go a funny colour every time she puts her foot down? It's like the blood
is getting down but can't get back up". Now this is a good one
He looked at it and said, "Ah! Classic case of RSD. You've probably
read about it in magazines". My daughter and I just looked at each
other and said quietly, "What?"
When we left the room I asked a nurse for any info she had on RSD; she
also said, "What? I'm sorry I don't have any and I don't know what
it is". So we went onto the Internet to find out what this thing
was, and boy were we surprised.
Natz is now lying flat in bed with a spinal leak & low pressure
headache. It took the hospitals until now to find out what was causing
the headaches and sickness. She had two MRI Scans - the first didn't
show anything as they didn't use dye - the second (with dye) showed
she has a leak. The CT scan of her head didn't show anything either,
so, before we knew the cause of the headache etc., she was told to get
up out of bed every day for physio and that she would need to work through
the pain. She was in total agony when she tried to get up, and then
she was physically sick. I was told by the nurses "you have to
be cruel to be kind and if she doesn't do her exercises she will be
bedridden the rest of her life". I didn't know what to do when
she cried in pain so I would burst into tears, then she would say "I'm
sorry mum. I don't want to upset you" How can we ever trust the
medical profession again?
So much has happened I don't know who is to blame anymore
the first doctor, the second doctor, the hospitals, the GP or me for
letting her have the operation in the first place.
Diane (mother of one of the bravest little girls
in the world)
& Natalie (Natz)
Update on Natz
Hello,my name is Diane.
I have a
I wrote to the notice board a few months back to tell them about my
15yr old daughter called Natalie who has RSD in her left leg - so this
is a kind of update.
On the 9th of June this year (2003) Natalie went to Glasgow Yorkhill
Childrens Hospital,to have a sympathetic Block. We hoped this would
help the RSD in her leg.
Unfortunitaly she suffered a spinal leak which took 7 weeks to discover.
This was found found by way of an MRI scan at the Western General Hospital,Edinburgh.
It showed that the base of her brain had sunk because of lack of the
fluid that had been leaking causing her intense pain. If she even had
to lift her head the pain would cause her to be sick. The problem was
the doctors could not find where in the spinal cord it was leaking from,as
during the block the doctor went into three bits of her back. One of
the ways to try and find the hole was to do a test with a special dye
called Isotope; this was injected into the spine just like an epidural.
Then a C.T scan was taken.
This still wasn't enough to find the leak and Natalie remained bedridden
for another 3-4 weeks.
The next test to do was called a Myelograme but the worry for me was
that they needed to sit Natalie up for at least 30 minutes because the
test uses oil based radio active dye and may have caused problems if
it stayed in the brain while she was lying down. They thought about
sending us down to London to a hospital that had knowledge of spinal
leaks but, in the end, they decided to go ahead with the test up here
- keeping in contact with the London Doctors.
This test was the same as the Isotope; it gets injected into the spine
like an epidural.( I forgot to mention that before all these tests she
did have a blood patch to try and fix the hole but it was unsuccesful,and
the measure of spinal fluid in her spine was only 5, when it should
be between 10-2). Anyway the last test showed that the fluid had been
draining into a cyst in the spinal cord which may be why the hole couldnt
be found.
At long last, after a 17 week stay in hospital, the leak has now healed
(we think) and my daughter can now sit, stand and very slowly start
to walk again. The doctors have told us however that she may now be
left with chronic head pain as well as the chronic leg pain of RSD.
The pain people suffer because of this monster is terrible, not only
for the person that is suffering. It is very hard to endure watching
a loved one suffering.
My thoughs are with all the people who suffer from RSD.And the people
who Care.
I wrote this for my Daughter,To tell her just how proud she makes me...
I'm so glad you're my daughter,
your loving mum, Dianexx
Hazel - Montana
My name is Hazel. I live in MT. I have had RSD since March 1999.I got
it from a blood draw.It took months before I found a doctor that could
help me.I have had many different blocks. I have been on a lot of different
medications,none of them helped. It started in my left arm and has now
moved to my legs. They did Bretylium blocks on my arm, which is the
only thing that has helped.I would like to hear from anyone that has
gotten RSD from a blood draw or has any information on it. Thank you.
toohorse@lewistown.net
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