Columns

The Reality of Profound Scleroderma Fatigue

My rheumatologist refers to my fatigue as being “profound.” Most days I can’t think of a better word to describe it. Let me share a typical day with you. I’m sure chronically ill people who struggle with fatigue can identify  with some of these things. (First, a disclaimer: The following…

Parenting and Scleroderma: How Does That Work?

“If you didn’t have scleroderma then you’d be a normal Mum, aye?” Our youngest was making a comment about how he loves going for bike rides with his Dad, and wished I could come, too. In the same conversation, he talked about missing me at the latest school sports afternoon,…

A Stranger’s Comment Can Reduce Me to Mush

Having lived with scleroderma since I was 10 years old, I’ve grown accustomed to being asked intrusive questions about my appearance by random strangers. I’ve developed a pretty thick skin (pun intended) over the years, but there are still four seemingly innocuous words that continue to hurl me into a…

Skin Cancer and Scleroderma

A few weeks ago, I went to my local hospital for a skin biopsy on the red lump that had developed on my forehead over the course of the last three years. To have lived with a diffuse scleroderma diagnosis for 19 years, and to have not had to have a…

Scleroderma Has Been Affecting My Self-Esteem!

Yes, scleroderma certainly has affected my self-esteem in many ways. But help is at hand! This weekend there was a big sale at our local “everything” store. You know those stores, the ones that have all manner of household items, from computers to washing machines.  We went to buy a new bed…

For Raynaud’s Awareness Month, Show Your Colors

October is Raynaud’s Awareness Month. However, for Raynaud’s patients, everyday, whatever the month, is a Raynaud’s day. There is no cure. Raynaud’s is the constriction of blood vessels in response to a decrease in temperature, and/or stress. This narrowing of the blood vessels can be extremely painful,…

My Scleroderma ‘Life Hacks’

              This week my husband Max surprised me with a day trip to Akaroa — he must have read my last column! Outings such as this can be big undertakings for the chronically unwell.  As I began to plan what was needed…