Autoimmune diseases. Where our immune system considers our cells to be the enemy- and attacks them. Those are the actions that are behind multiple sclerosis, type I diabetes, and coeliac disease, among others.
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From better to worse?
So, where do I stand now?
First, I can’t stand. The damage to my ankle is pervasive and I am connected to a vacuum pump that sucks debris out of the hole so no infection may recur.
Finally? A long-term treatment for Parkinson’s Disease?
I’ve written about Parkinson’s Disease often. (Here, here, and here– for starters.) My grandfather, Sol Kuchlik (A’H) succumbed to the disorder. It, therefore, became one of those ailments (besides kidney and respiratory disorders) that attracted my attention over the years.
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Pain and Suffering?
Two of the scariest words in our language when combined? Autoimmune disease. My grandfather died of Parkinson’s disease- one sort of autoimmune disease. My father succumbed to three different autoimmune diseases- all simultaneously attacking his own body. My mom died of autoimmune disease of no known etiology. I probably have an autoimmune disorder already. My former partner has an autoimmune disease. So, it shouldn’t be surprising that I want to know more about these diseases.
Is there a dry eye in the house?
I routinely woke up with crusted over eyes when I was younger. Yup- allergies. But, I, thankfully, never suffered from dry eyes. (And, those that endured my performances on stage didn’t either 🙂 .) Because dry-eye syndrome is primarily found among post-menopausal women and older people. (Watch it, there, buster!)
Celiac is an Autoimmune disease
When I was a baby, I not only was afflicted with severe allergies (asthmatic allergy), but celiac disease as well. (And, both my parents died of autoimmune diseases.) Which became a family joke (no one ever said I had a normal family) when it was clear that I loved cottage cheese, even though I was forced to eat it almost every morning, noon, and night. (My kids still swear I make cottage cheese with noodles, not noodles and cheese.)