This thread is calling for more soul baring than I am ready for. But here goes: my closest friend asks me EVERY time I see her 1) what did people with this used to do? 2) if it's hereditary/genetic, who in it had it in your family? 3) Have you ever heard of this before now? 4) (Ready?) You look better than you have in years. YOU DON'T LOOK SICK. 5) What do your children say? 6) How did you even know about this? 7) If you saw the ENT and ophthalmologist, why didn't they ever say anything? ......this can go on and on. I don't bring this up....I am usually just sipping water incessantly or sometimes I place a xylimelt in my gums, etc. She is the one that saw me each and every time my parotids would stop up...and grow out of my jaw. She is the one we once shared our favorite books and knows that until last year I had stopped reading for TWO years. She is the one who applauded my passion for pilates-DUE TO MY AGE. Not because my joints hurt!! AND..her husband is an internist. (He isn't my doctor.)
I have not even told my son. My son does not want to hear anything about me. He loves to call and tell me a joke...or send a fb post with a cartoon. He likes discussing a great movie or book, but NOTHING personal. Nothing. My daughter has heard me comment about light and sound sensitivity since I went thru menopause. She thinks whatever this strange word is explains the sensitivities. She does not "digest" anything else. We have only discussed this illness once.
My lifetime friends treat me like I have let "getting old" beat me. They want to know nothing nor do they care. They have their own old age woes. Most of them still do some type of part-time or full time work. I am the "weak" one. The friends who do go to the theater with me, or invite me to meet them for dinner (or breakfast or lunch) avoid the subject with the strange word. When asked when it would go away, I explained it was an AI Disease, a progressive condition...which I would not die OF but WITH. I further explained it was all about managing symptoms caused by the disease...and the look is one of glazing over. So I say very little. Several will be polite and ask "how are you doing?" What do I say? Well "this week I have only stayed in the bathroom all day twice." Or "I wake up 4 to 5 times a night to pee and have a hard time going back to sleep." (ACTUALLY..this is soooo much better now that I have been on my meds for three months. SO MUCH BETTER.) (ALSO ..if it's bad, I will turn the TV on , pop a xylimelt and let it dissolve, then go back to sleep.) The friend who has all the questions remembers how many years I would wake up at 3 or 4 a.m. and never go back to sleep...get up..exercise...go to work...and come home and just crash. No wonder I woke up at 3 and 4. Before dx the inability to swallow autonomically while sleeping would awaken me gasping for breath. Drink water, sleep 30 min to an hour, wake up and pee, drink more water...repeat four more times. I don't have to tell any of you this as ALL of you have lived thru this.
This isn't the first time I have seen this discussion on this forum about how little anyone wants to hear about SjS. Now then...those of you who have had cancer, I bet you had lots of concern, prayers, attention, support during those times. This? Something chronic, life altering, but not the Big C...that is something else. I have a friend who has had about 6 surgeries on her feet..which started with elective surgery for bunions and hammer toes about 4 years ago. We have carried her for surgeries, sat during surgeries, taken her home after surgeries, taken her food after surgeries, one of the group drove her to work five days in a row...and stayed with her all day each day. She has completed all the work..and there is STILL concern about her feet. And..I am one of them who always asks. She forgot I told her I found out why by salivary glands had been acting up for 6 years. Think I will ever discuss it with her again?
I don't feel as if I am a burden to anyone ...but I would like to be acknowledged. I am scared. I have fears. I have doubts as to what I will do in just a few years. It's a lot to be alone with in my head. In fact, being on this forum has helped my state of mind enormously just knowing there are people all over the world who understand this disease and the consequences of same. I have always been a strong person. I am beginning to see cracks in the plaster here. I listen to music less. I fear losing the music of my life. To me this signals I am losing interest in not just creature comforts but a habit I 've had as long as I can remember. I have always had music playing. My music is off.