PANS + Lyme: Recovery and 8 Years of Misdiagnoses

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Is This a Nightmare Come True?

Sometimes, you don’t get to wake up from your nightmare…

Lately, with each day that’s gone by, I’ve slipped farther and farther into the abyss of my inflamed brain. I’m in a bona fide PANS relapse—there’s no denying it now.

As it turns out, I’ve had too much faith in my Lyme/co-infections antibiotic protocol. Since July, I thought my reemerging symptoms were a temporary reaction to the antibiotics, so I pushed forward. But then I kept getting worse and worse. My Lyme specialist eased up on my protocol and told me to do more detoxing. When this didn’t help, I tried taking a break from Lyme treatment altogether, but no matter what I’ve done, I’ve only gone farther downhill.

I thought my Lyme diagnosis and the treatment that ensued would be the nail in the coffin of my eleven years of chronic illness. I thought I would graduate college and get on with my life without continuing to fight PANS or Lyme. I thought I would never need more IVIG or other PANS treatments. It could only be in a nightmare that I would get sick again…

But what if your nightmare comes true?

In the last few weeks, I’ve taken a turn for the worse, and now I’m but a shell of who I was this summer, when I would’ve said I was 95% in remission. I’m still alive, but it’s like life is happening without me, because I’m not really here anymore. I’m a top student, but I’m unable to do any school work, so I’m making terrible grades. I just don’t care about much of anything these days. All I think about is surviving.

My psychiatrist has been suggesting for almost two months that I was probably having autoimmune issues, and I haven’t wanted to hear it. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I can’t be in a PANS relapse. Maybe it’s just a nightmare, and I’ll wake up and see it isn’t real.

But when I started getting panic attacks, failing assignments, ticking like a clock, and having intrusive OCD thoughts running through my mind during every waking momentand steroids were the only thing that alleviated my symptoms—I knew I couldn’t run from the truth anymore.

And so, this week, I bit the bullet and found myself in front of my PANS doctor, yet again:

“How long have you been sick now?” my neurologist asked as I slumped into her office.

I sighed. “Eleven years.”

“And how many times have we done IVIG?” She scrolled through my records on the computer.

“Three high-dose, eight low-dose.”

“Rituxan,” she said. “That’s what it’s going to take for you.”

My stomach did a somersault. Wasn’t Rituxan only for the worst cases? Was I really that sick? How did I get to this point?

Rituxan is a drug that kills off your immune system’s B cells, which are what create antibodies. It’s used for several autoimmune diseases and some types of cancer. For PANS, the idea is that when your body eventually re-generates new B cells after treatment, they won’t be attacking the brain as they were before. Thus, Rituxan lets your body rebuild a new, healthy immune system.

“Okay,” I swallowed. “But if we have to wait until I finish school in December…” I paused, looking out the window as I tried to form the sentence. “I can’t keep living like this until then.”

My doctor nodded. “I want a picture of you with your diploma. We’re going to get you there.”

So in the meantime, my doctor explained, I’ll do six weeks of high-dose IV steroids: 1000 mg of Solumedral one day each week. This should dampen the inflammation in my brain without suppressing my immune system. I’m also going back to treating Babesia, and if I have a Herxheimer reaction, I know there’s still an infection—in which case I won’t do Rituxan quite yet.

And so, I left the appointment with my PANS doctor filled with both hope and despair: hope, because maybe the steroids will make it possible for me to get through this semester and graduate—and maybe Rituxan really will be the end to this eleven-year war. But I feel despair because truth be told, Rituxan and its side-effects terrify me.

I’m glad that I have a way forward, but honestly, it’s a horrible feeling to realize that I’ve relapsed to the point where this drug may be what it takes to recover…

Yes, this is my nightmare come true.

It Isn’t You: Defying the Shame of PANS

Since the first day I became ill, shame was a mainstay in my life with PANS… Shame about irrational fears that no one understood. Shame that I felt no control over my mind or body. Shame that I couldn’t do what I once could. Shame that I lashed out at my parents and said things I never wanted. Shame that I was spending more time with doctors than friends. Shame that I’d become a different person that I hated.

The shame can be as painful as the symptoms themselves.

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Daring to Dream Again

Photo cred: NEPANS.org

This week, despite recently having the best few days I’ve had in several years, my OCD came roaring back, worse than it’d been since 2014. I started ticking again, too. People would say things to me, but their words made no sense. All the symptoms that I thought were gone returned to taunt me. Just as you think you have the upper hand with this disease, it can swoop in to tear you apart all over again!

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Why I’m Glad I Had No Fun This Weekend

This Labor-Day weekend, while you were outside grilling burgers and hotdogs, and some other college students were drinking and partying, I was all alone, locked in my apartment, doing nothing but homework and chores… And I’m so thankful I was.

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I Lost My Mind… But Haven’t Lost Hope

Every time I think I can’t go on, a thread of hope keeps me alive.

It’s 6:00 on a Friday night, I’m drenched in sweat, sitting on my bed with no pants on, and mumbling nonsense. Tears are running down my face for no clear reason, and I feel outside myself, detached from reality. As my mom peeks into my room to bring medicine, I whisper that everyone hates me, warning that the Universe is out to get me. I have no idea why I’m saying or doing any of this—words are coming from my mouth and I can’t stop them. (more…)

I Have No Idea What I’m Doing Anymore

I don’t know where I am or where I’m going in life anymore.

With my final semester of college on the horizon and an amazing summer internship behind me, it’s finally sinking in that it’s time to figure out what I’m doing with my life next. I’m pretty sure that anyone about to graduate from college is feeling anxious about transitioning into the “real world,” but for me, as someone recovering from PANS/Lyme, there’s a whole other layer of messiness.

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Minor Symptoms, Major Anxieties

I still can’t believe I went so far from home for this internship…

A few weeks ago, I took a huge leap of faith, packed up my bags, and got on a plane to the big city. As the skyline came into view, the realization of what I was doing for the next two months hit me a hundred times harder than the impact of touching down on the runway. I was about to start a prestigious internship, living in a part of the country where I’d never been and working with people whom I’d never met. What had I gotten myself into?

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3 Years Later… The Beginning of the End?

Celebrating 3 years of blogging and the beginning of the end of my battle?

Three years ago today, I published my first post on this blog.

At the time, I was in a downwards spiral, falling apart and losing my mind. My doctors were baffled and running out of treatment options, and I was threatening to take my life. But then, my family figured out I had PANDAS/PANS. Thus began a three-year fight to regain everything my illness had so suddenly stolen from me.

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The Truth About My PANS Recovery

PANS can mean losing your very self… And then trying to get it back in recovery.

The other day, while filling out forms for an appointment, I froze, as I came upon the medical history section. How could I even begin to explain it all? Moreover, how could I fit everything on two little lines?

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Why I Almost Quit Lyme Treatment

I pretty much take an entire pharmacy every day

 

On Thursday morning, I woke up and immediately knew something was very wrong. My whole body ached. I had an awful headache. I was dizzy. I was too nauseous to even think about food or water. It was that familiar set of symptoms that meant one thing: I was in for a terrible Lyme herx.

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Why I’m Working through PANS

Can someone with PANS/Lyme keep up in a competitive environment?

A couple weeks ago, I was elated to find out that I’d been accepted for a summer internship!  This wasn’t just any job offer, but a highly competitive internship that I’ve worked towards and dreamed about for years. It seemed so surreal that this door had finally opened!

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I Am Not an Illness

Sometimes, I don’t know who I am anymore

It was 5:00 in the morning, the day’s homework wasn’t finished, and a test that I would surely fail loomed over me. My kitchen counter-top was covered in crumbs and empty wrappers, and I’d been spinning on my stationary bike for the last three hours. My laptop was opened to my class notes, but I had a major food hangover from the 4000 calories I’d consumed just hours before. Studying was near impossible.

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The True Meaning of “Tired”

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When people ask how I’m doing these days, I never know how to answer, so I just say to everyone:

“I’m tired.”

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Why I Look Forward to Tomorrow

Being symptom-free was like waking up from a ten-year slumber

Being symptom-free was like waking up from a ten-year slumber

Last week, as I climbed into bed and turned out the lights, I experienced something very strange: I realized I was looking forward to my tomorrow. In that moment, it struck me that after ten years of PANS, I couldn’t recall the last time I was truly excited about waking up for another day.

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In Response to Your Lyme Questions…

Ever since I announced my Lyme diagnosis, I’ve been inundated with questions from readers. While I’m not qualified to give anyone medical advice, I’ll gladly share my own personal experiences.  Given the number of messages I’ve received, I figured I should answer the most common questions in a post for all of you, so here you go: (more…)

Why I’m Struggling through College… For the 8th Time

With PANS and Lyme, homework isn't the only thing making college so difficult.

With PANS/Lyme, homework is far from the only reason college is so difficult…

It was with a truckload of emotions that I pulled up to my apartment last Monday night, before my eighth semester of college. While being at school means seeing my friends again and keeping busy with interesting things, it also usually means grinding myself into pieces as I try to get all the required work done in the midst of PANS and Lyme. College isn’t easy for anyone, but trying to do it with these chronic illnesses can make it a hundred times worse.

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Lyme Disease: A Still, Silent Battle

2 antibiotics, 3 medications, and 6 supplements: my weapons of choice against Lyme disease

2 antibiotics, 3 other meds, and 8 supplements: my weapons of choice against Lyme

“It’s Lyme disease.”

They were three words that shattered all of my expectations for recovery from PANS… Three words that I still struggle to accept… Three words that are going to change my life…

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The PANDAS Games

Does anyone ever win the PANDAS Games?

Does anyone ever win the PANDAS Games?

During one of my many insomniac nights recently, I found myself watching the second Hunger Games movie, Catching Fire. While I knew this wouldn’t exactly soothe me to sleep, there was one quote in particular that’s haunted me continuously:

Haymitch: No one ever wins the Games… There are survivors. There are no winners.

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