Tuesday, July 29, 2014

HSCT – Will This Form of Stem Cell Therapy Soon Become the Standard ofCare for Many MS Patients?

English: Cervical spine MRI with enhancement s...

English: Cervical spine MRI with enhancement showing multiple sclerosis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Hematopoietic Stem Cell Therapy, now there’s a mouthful. More commonly known by its initials, HSCT, this form of stem cell treatment, first tried on MS patients back in the mid-1990s, is beginning to demand widespread attention from doctors and patients alike. Why? Well, one recent study found that when applied to properly selected patients, nearly 80% showed no sign of multiple sclerosis disease activity five years after treatment (click here). No relapses, no new MS lesions, no disease progression – none. Eye-popping results to say the least, all the more so given the fact that these patients were treated on a one time only basis with no follow-up drugs or therapy required. Results like these have led even some mainstream MS neurologists to begin looking at HSCT as perhaps evolving into the standard of care for many patients in the not-too-distant future.

With growing momentum, stem cell therapies of all types are creating a huge buzz in the MS community. While one form of stem cell therapy – that intended to regenerate damaged nervous system tissue – is clearly still in its experimental infancy, another, hematopoietic stem cell therapy, which seeks to reboot the immune system, has been used on MS patients for almost 20 years. Early attempts at using HSCT to treat MS, though at times producing encouraging results, were fraught with danger, with as many as 10% of test subjects dying as a direct result of the procedure. Recent refinements in technique, better patient selection, and a growing knowledge base are now bringing HSCT closer to mainstream use as efficacy rates have soared and mortality rates have dropped dramatically. In the case of the best treatment centers, mortality rates have dropped below 1%, with no deaths reported over the last five or so years.

It’s very important to understand that there are currently two wholly separate and completely different approaches being explored for using stem cells to treat multiple sclerosis. Both hold tremendous promise but go about their business in entirely different ways, and care must be taken to never confuse the two. Regenerative stem cell therapies, almost all using some form of mesenchymal stem cells, seek to repair brain and spine tissues damaged by MS, while HSCT is focused entirely on the immune system and does not directly address damaged nervous system tissues at all. This post will deal exclusively with HSCT. For more info on the differences between these two stem cell methodologies, and more details on the experimental regenerative therapies, please refer to a previous overview of stem cell therapies for MS that appeared on Wheelchair Kamikaze last fall (click here).

So, first things first – what exactly is HSCT? In practice, HSCT is very similar to the bone marrow transplants that have been used to treat patients with leukemia and other cancers of the blood for decades. As a therapy for multiple sclerosis, the process begins by collecting a patient’s own stem cells, either through bone marrow harvesting or blood draws. Once collected, these stem cells are stored, and sometimes multiplied, in sterile laboratory conditions.

Then comes the dramatic part – the patient’s immune system is ablated (a polite way of saying destroyed) over the course of several days using powerful chemotherapy agents. Depending on the clinic treating the patient, a variety of drugs or combination of drugs is used, some more intense than others. The goal of this “conditioning regimen” is to leave the subject with no functioning immune system, obviously a very vulnerable state during which the patient must be kept in isolation to prevent exposure to any possible contaminants or infectious agents. While undergoing this conditioning regimen, patients typically suffer many of the common side effects of chemotherapy, including hair loss and nausea.

Once the immune system has been eradicated, the previously harvested stem cells are intravenously infused back into the patient’s body, where over the course of several weeks they rebuild the immune system, effectively giving the patient an entirely new array of immune cells. In theory, this brand-new immune system shouldn’t have the destructive tendencies that led their old immune cells to attack the patient’s own central nervous system tissues, the mechanism that is believed to cause the damage and lesions that give multiple sclerosis its name.

Though this may seem like a sledgehammer approach to treating MS, recent studies have shown HSCT to be astoundingly effective when used on properly selected patients. One recently published study followed 52 Swedish MS patients that were treated with HSCT (click here). At five years, relapse free survival was 87%, MRI event free survival 85%, EDSS score progression free survival 77%, and disease-free survival (no relapses, no new MRI lesions, and no EDSS progression) was 68%. The presence of Gadolinium enhancing lesions prior to HSCT was associated with a significantly higher degree of favorable outcome (79% exhibiting disease-free survival at five years). The study’s authors conclude that that “HSCT is a very effective treatment of inflammatory active MS and can be performed with a high degree of safety at experienced centers.” Other recent studies looking at the efficacy of HSCT have found similar results (click here and here). Outcomes such as these give ample reason to sit up and take notice, despite the admittedly frightening prospect of the use of intense chemotherapy conditioning regimens.

One must keep in mind that despite recent advances in treating MS with a new generation of immunosuppressant drugs, the disease in its most serious forms remains a brutal beast intent on laying waste to many of those it afflicts. Next generation MS drugs such as Tysabri, Gilenya, and Tecfidera are proving to be potent in managing the disease in those patients on whom they are effective, but these drugs must be taken indefinitely and each has their own set of possible serious side effects that give many patients pause. HSCT, on the other hand, is meant to be a one-time treatment, after which properly selected and treated patients are proving to show a remarkable degree of sustained disease-free existence, with some even experiencing a reversal in disability status (click here). While no responsible person is calling HSCT a cure for MS, and undergoing the treatment is no walk in the park (intense chemotherapy is serious business), years of disease-free life without the indefinite use of drugs is the stuff of most MSer’s dreams.

HSCT has been proven to work best on patients with very active inflammatory disease (those “properly selected patients” I keep talking about), meaning patients whose disease is marked by frequent relapses and enhancing lesions on their MRI images. Many if not most RRMS patients fall into this category, but unfortunately far fewer SPMS and PPMS patients fit the bill. Study after study (click here and here) has shown that the most important criteria for identifying patients on whom HSCT has the best chance of success is the presence of enhancing lesions as detected by MRI.

Enhancing lesions are a sign that the immune system is actively causing inflammation within a patient’s central nervous system, while the lack of enhancing lesions signals that the disease is being driven by some other, as yet undiscovered, mechanism. A comprehensive overview of HSCT results on MS patients worldwide conducted by Brazilian researchers came up with the following recommendations for selecting patients who might benefit from HSCT: “… the forms of the disease that might benefit from transplantation are: relapsing remitting, primary or secondary progressive, and the “malignant” form, provided there is evidence of inflammatory activity at the time of transplant indication.” These researchers further suggest that the treatment not be given to patients who have lost the ability to walk, with the exception of those suffering from extremely aggressive MS who have accumulated disability quickly. It’s also very important that patients be relatively healthy aside from their MS, hearty enough to withstand the rigors of a short burst of intense chemotherapy.

Unfortunately, as is illustrated by the above recommendations, many patients suffering from progressive MS are left holding the bag, as many SPMS patients and most PPMS patients don’t exhibit signs of active inflammatory disease (enhancing lesions), and thus likely would not be considered good candidates for HSCT. Eligibility for the treatment cannot be ascertained by disability levels alone, as the majority of PPMS patients never display signs of active inflammation (enhancing lesions) even when first presenting with the disease, when disability levels are in many cases barely detectable.

Throughout the world of MS research there is a growing recognition that early treatment is the key to reducing the impact of multiple sclerosis. In fact, many researchers and clinicians now talk of a window of opportunity before the disease becomes entrenched, when all treatment options have their best chance of success. This is the time when the immune system plays its most active role in the disease, and when enhancing lesions are most likely to be rampant. Because HSCT is not without risk and can be a difficult process to get through, it may be challenging for doctors and patients alike to be convinced that this treatment may be their best chance at diminishing the long-term physical impact of multiple sclerosis before that window of opportunity is missed. In fact, it may be a mindset that sees HSCT as too draconian that proves to be the biggest impediment to the widespread adoption of this therapeutic approach.

Despite the immense potential of HSCT, it’s important to understand at the deepest level that this is still an experimental treatment option. Although there is serious science backing the effectiveness of HSCT, protocols have yet to be completely standardized, best practices are still being ascertained, and large-scale trials are still underway (click here). HSCT has not been approved for the treatment of MS by any national or international regulatory body. Nevertheless, as might be expected, a medical tourism industry is springing up around HSCT, and more and more patients are traveling to different locations around the world to undergo the procedure. Websites and Facebook pages about HSCT are proliferating, with some spreading what at best be termed low-grade information. There is a wealth of anecdotal evidence in the form of legitimate patient testimonials confirming the effectiveness of the treatment (click here), but anecdotal evidence for any alternative treatment is almost always skewed heavily towards the positive (folks with negative experiences with such treatments, especially expensive ones, rarely post about them on the Internet), and more than a few of the Internet “resources” I’ve come across seem to be more marketing tools than reliable sources of actionable facts.

Therefore, it is absolutely essential that any patient considering HSCT educate themselves using the most scientifically legitimate resources available, and then educate themselves some more. One should never put complete trust in any patient driven source of info (this blog included), and special diligence should be taken when reading information supplied by companies and institutions offering, for a price, the treatment itself. Some of the best research papers I’ve read on HSCT can be found at the following links (click here, here, and here).

All of these caveats aside, Hematopoietic Stem Cell Transplantation could very well represent a major shift in the way MS is treated in the not-too-distant future, at least for a substantial subset of patients afflicted with the disease. HSCT is serious business, but so too is multiple sclerosis. Even though studies indicate that HSCT does not put a permanent stop to the disease (click here), the promise of many years of life free from any symptoms is enormously tantalizing, so much so that many patients are proving to be more than willing to take the plunge. One can only hope that as researchers perfect their skills and methodologies HSCT will become ever more safe and effective. While not the Holy Grail of a cure, HSCT could represent a significant step forward in treating this very ugly disease, albeit one that apparently and unfortunately has little to offer many of those most disabled by the illness, those stuck in the stranglehold of progressive MS whose disease is absent active inflammation.

The below video is a segment from the Australian version of the TV news magazine 60 Minutes, which traces an Aussie MS patient’s successful HSCT journey to Russia and back. Please note that this is not in any way an endorsement of the Russian clinic offering the treatment. In fact, as I was writing this article, news landed in my email inbox of a patient who died at this Moscow clinic while undergoing HSCT for the treatment of a rare disease called Stiff Person Syndrome (click here). Though the news states that HSCT was not necessarily the direct cause of her death, this should only emphasize the serious nature of this treatment regimen. Again, patient selection is the key ingredient to the success of this treatment. Patients must be physically strong enough to endure the taxing effects of the chemotherapy agents used during HSCT, the toxicity of which varies from treatment center to treatment center. One must guard against letting hope eclipse reason, but I know all too well that desperate times can call for desperate measures…


Sunday, July 13, 2014

Bits and Pieces: Writer's Block Edition (Also: Tecfidera, Crying Jags, the Price of MS Drugs, Underwater Wheelchairs, Asinine Research, and Some Funky Stuff)

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I usually start these Bits and Pieces posts with thoughts and/or observations that have been rattling around inside my brain pan for the last several days or weeks, but somehow as I sit down to write this I’m experiencing nary a rattle. Truth be told I've been struggling with some writers block these last few weeks, pretty much for the first time since I started writing this blog over five years ago. I suppose it might only be expected after all of these posts, but geez, writer’s block sucks.

I suppose I could jabber on about how disappointed I am in the Boston Red Sox the season, or how much I’m looking forward to the new season of fantastic zombie TV show The Walking Dead (which doesn’t start until October, ugh), or how bummed I am that I missed seeing the new Godzilla movie in 3-D at the IMAX theater which is one block away from my apartment. Can you believe it? I LOVE Godzilla, and I missed the chance to see the beast from the deep in three dimensions on a screen 30 feet tall! How could I be so stupid?

Now, I don’t expect the new Godzilla movie to be anywhere near as good as the original 1954 Godzilla, and by original I mean the Japanese version, not the Americanized one that intercut scenes of Raymond Burr playing an American reporter in Tokyo during Godzilla’s onslaught into the sublime Japanese film, which is actually very introspective (well, as introspective as a movie about a prehistoric beast eating Tokyo can be), filled with nuanced references to Japan’s national angst about World War II, the horrors of atomic warfare, and the potential dangers of science run amok.

Speaking of Raymond Burr, did you know that he once owned his own private island in Fiji? I knew he was a successful actor who starred in some very popular TV series (Perry Mason, Ironsides) and had a very clandestine private life, but go know he had enough money to buy a private island. I sure would like a private island, although these days I guess a private island wouldn’t be much use to me, given my heat sensitivity issues and the fact that I don’t think sand and my wheelchair would get along very well. God, I hate having MS.

Okay, I guess that’s enough writing about nothing, so I might as well get to my latest collection of MS news items and other bits of info that have caught my attention and/or fancy over the past month or so. Hope you find them interesting, informative, entertaining, and worthwhile…

♦ The oral MS drug Tecfidera has been on the market here in the US for a little bit over a year, and a new study provides encouraging news about Tecfidera’s efficacy, while another furnishes some disconcerting data regarding the drug’s side effects. A paper released just this week demonstrates that Tecfidera is remarkably effective on newly diagnosed RRMS patients who have not previously been on other MS drugs (click here). Patients in the study took the drug either two or three times a day, and researchers found that Tecfidera reduced relapse rates by 56% and 60% in these groups, reduced the risk of relapse by 54% and 57%, reduced the number of new or enlarging lesions by 80% and 81%, and reduced Gadolinium enhancing lesions by 92%, when compared to patients taking a placebo. These numbers place Tecfidera amongst the most effective MS drugs available. No word yet on the effectiveness of the drug on patients who have had the disease for a longer duration, or who have already been on other treatments, but one would imagine that similar rates of effectiveness should be expected.

On the downside, another study looking at Tecfidera’s side effects found that gastrointestinal problems and flushing were reported by large numbers of patients taking the drug (click here). Although more serious side effects (such as opportunistic infections) were not reported, researchers found that gastrointestinal problems were severe enough to force roughly 10%-25 % of Tecfidera patients to stop taking the drug, depending on the MS clinic providing the data. Over 50% of Tecfidera patients required some kind of over-the-counter medications to help combat the initial side effects of taking the drug, although the majority of patients noted that these side effects subsided within three months of starting the drug. Seems that similar percentages of patients (10%-25%) experienced few if any side effects, and physicians are trying to find ways to ameliorate the incidence of side effects in their Tecfidera patients.

So, definitely a mixed bag on the Tecfidera front. Highly effective on the one hand, problematic side effects on the other (although no deadly side effects so far, thank heavens). As with all things MS, it seems it’s never easy…

♦ On one of the Internet MS forums I occasionally visit, a member was worried that they might be “cracking up” because they found themselves laughing or crying – sometimes uncontrollably – at the drop of a hat, and often at inappropriate moments. A little light bulb went off in my head (yes, I have light bulbs in my head, and they’re all of the old-fashioned incandescent variety) and I remembered a little known and talked about MS symptom called the pseudobulbar affect (click here). PBA, as it is called, is a symptom seen across a wide variety of disorders of the central nervous system which makes those afflicted with it highly prone to laughing and/or crying fits, usually completely beyond their control.

As might be expected, pseudobulbar affect can be very disturbing to those MS patients who suffer from it, especially if they don’t know that their out of whack emotions might be a symptom of their disease. A recent study found that about 10% of people with MS suffer from PBA (click here), so it’s more common than might be expected. Here is a little online quiz to check if you might have PBA (click here), thoughtfully provided by the drug company that (surprise!) makes a pill to combat it. Yes, there’s a pill for that! It’s called Nuedexta (click here). Now, this is just a guess, but I bet the pill is obscenely expensive. Hey, I just did a little googling (honestly, I did) and found that Nuedexta costs a mere $600 a month. Yikes! Yes, the price of MS meds forces one to laugh to keep from crying, and that has nothing to do with pseudobulbar affect.

♦ Speaking of the high price of MS drugs, five multiple sclerosis medications landed on a list of the 73 drugs whose prices have increased the most since 2007 (click here). Since that time, the price of Copaxone as increased 157%, Rebif 154%, Avonex 147%, Betaseron 133%, and Tysabri 102%. Given the fact that the first four of these drugs (the CRAB drugs) are the oldest MS “disease modifying therapies” and have been on the market for at least 15 years, one would expect their price to have decreased with time rather than increase. Apparently, though, logic plays no role when it comes to pricing MS drugs (and most other drugs, for that matter), as drug companies try to squeeze as much profit as possible out of their older drugs before patents expire and generic alternatives become available. Can’t say this isn’t a winning strategy for the drug companies, since Copaxone generated $4,000,000,000 (!) in sales last year and was the highest grossing MS drug on the market. Is it any wonder that more progress towards finding a cure hasn’t been made when huge gobs of money are being pocketed by keeping MS patients dependent on drugs that only “modify” the disease and most medical research is funded by the companies pocketing those gobs of money? An old saying about geese and golden eggs springs to mind.

♦ Okay, enough about drugs and drug companies, let’s move on to other vistas. How about some underwater ones? In this video (part of the terrific TED Talks series), artist Sue Austin takes my Wheelchair Kamikaze concept to new heights, or, more correctly, depths. After an extended illness left her disabled, Ms. Austin found the world shrinking, a feeling many of those with MS know all too well. As she eloquently expresses in the below video, before getting her wheelchair and exploring all of the potential it presented, she had internalized the limitations and dependencies that society seems subconsciously to want to impose on the disabled. When she got her powerchair, though, her world and all the possibilities contained within it suddenly burst wide open. The chair allowed her to explore unexpected directions in her visual artwork, and ultimately led her to take this new mode of creative expression under the sea. Yes, Sue Austin scuba dives in her wheelchair, and with style. Incredible, beautiful, and inspirational…




♦ The folks at the Made Strong company (click here) offer T-shirts and other items bearing their “Made Strong” credo, and they donate 10% of their profits to worthy causes (for MS, these monies go to the Race to Erase MS). I’m typically turned off by feel-good slogans and platitudes, especially when they have to do with the disease that has taken a wrecking ball to my life. The phrase “I Have MS but MS Doesn’t Have Me” makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with red-hot knitting needles. But there’s something about “Made Strong” that strikes a chord. There’s very little good I care to say about multiple sclerosis, but I do have to admit that struggling with MS and all the BS that goes along with it has made me a mentally stronger person even as the disease has whacked away at my physical self. I’m no longer the neurotic, anxiety riddled person that I used to be back in my healthy days. Dealing with this illness has led me to me confront some of my darkest fears and even my own mortality, forcing to the surface a mettle I honestly didn’t know I possessed. So, yeah, Made Strong, an MS slogan I can live with.

The Made Strong people have generously offered a 10% discount to Wheelchair Kamikaze readers. Just use the promo code WCK10 when ordering. (Full disclosure: Made Strong sent me a free T-shirt to introduce me to their products. Does this make me guilty of accepting a bribe? Maybe, but I promise that I wouldn’t have given them a word on this blog if I didn’t appreciate the sentiment expressed on their goods. I guess everybody has their price, but I’d hate to think that mine is as cheap as a T-shirt. Note to other product manufacturers: sending me free stuff will NOT guarantee you a place on these pages, but, on the offhand chance you’re interested, I do like cameras, vintage NYC World's Fair memorabilia, and exotic chocolates. Also, I really enjoy giving my wife jewelry, so diamonds 1.5 carats or larger set in white gold or platinum might get you a Wheelchair Kamikaze shout out. Just saying.)

♦ Okay, time for another installment of… asinine research (the crowd roars)! I’ve come across yet another study having to do with MS patients falling down (click here). What is it about multiple sclerosis and falling down that so fascinates researchers around the world? Seems to me that the two go hand-in-hand, MS and falling down, sex and pregnancy, beans and cornbread. This has to be the third or fourth “falling down” study I’ve featured here on WK, and I’ve passed up a few along the way.

Okay, so, this study compiled the results of a bunch of different studies from Australia, Sweden, United Kingdom, and the United States. Wait a minute, that’s three English-speaking countries out of four, and I’m pretty sure a lot of Swedish people speak pretty good English, so this immediately casts doubts on the validity of these results. Dammit, this study is biased against non-English-speaking multiple sclerosis patients who fall down! What, falling down in other languages doesn’t count? Don’t we all say “ow” when we fall down, no matter what our native tongue? If you prick us, do we not bleed? Must we constantly erect artificial barriers that keep us from seeing ourselves as one big family of man, instead giving way to tribalism and divisiveness, even when researching as eternally perplexing a subject as whether or not people with a potentially crippling disease fall down? Oh, the humanity!

Despite its jingoistic tendencies, this falling study does break some new ground (pun intended) as it defines MS patients who fall down as either “fallers” (those who fell only once during a during a three-month span) or “frequent fallers” (those who fell twice or more during the three-month span). My question is, do frequent fallers get some kind of gifts or rewards, like frequent flyers? Do they have exclusive access to luxurious waiting areas in their neurologists’ offices, replete with thickly padded floors and walls, where their every whim will be catered to as they tumble and crash to the ground? I mean, what good is it to qualify as a “frequent faller” if you can’t rack up those frequent faller points? Does accumulating enough frequent faller points allow for some kind of upgrade, like maybe to a neurologist who actually gives a shit? Of course, this study does nothing to address these issues. Stupid researchers.

What this study does reveal is shocking, simply shocking! “Most falls occur indoors (65%) between 6 AM and 6 PM (75%).” Gee, that couldn’t be because most MSers with mobility issues tend to spend a lot of time indoors, and – I’m guessing here, probably need to research this more fully – most falls don’t happen while sleeping, could it? “Primary progressive MS was associated with significantly increased odds of being a faller.” Who would’ve thought, given the fact that the most common first presenting symptom of PPMS is gait disturbances, that this form of the disease would lend itself to going kerplop? “Fall risk peaked at EDSS levels of 4.0 and 6.0…” Hmmm, EDSS 4.0 is defined as “fully ambulatory… despite relatively severe disability” and EDSS 6.0 calls for “intermittent or constant assistance (cane, crutch, or brace) required to walk about 325 feet”, so this study finds that patients whose disease has progressed far enough to produce “relatively severe disability” but not far enough to put them in a wheelchair face the greatest danger of taking a dive. Is Captain Obvious one of the authors of this paper? For their next research project, I suggest the authors study whether or not hitting yourself hard on the head with a hammer can cause a concussion. Hopefully by testing the hypothesis on themselves.

Seriously, though, the issue of PwMS suffering numerous falls is no joking matter, as I’ve known several folks who have really hurt themselves after taking a tumble. Here’s a page (click here) with some common sense tips on things that can be done to help prevent falls whether or not you have MS. And for all my MS friends out there, I think my best advice is to just use your head, and not as landing gear. I know we can all be very obstinate and loath to “give in” to the disease, but a broken hip or gashed forehead is too high a price to pay for pride. If you need help, ask for it. If doing something that used to be easy has become nearly impossible, just don’t do it, at least not without assistance. Easier said than done, I know, but MS can do enough damage without your giving it a helping hand.

♦ In my last “Bits and Pieces” post I concluded with a video by the musical artist Paolo Nutini, one of the musicians who are part of the neo-soul/retro-soul movement, making music that hearkens back to the funky, soulful sounds of the 1960s and 70s. Lots of readers commented on how much they enjoyed the video, and since I’m absolutely addicted to the stuff, I figured I’d make examples of the genre a regular part of these little compilations. So, feast your ears on Mr. Charles Bradley, who pours his guts out on every track he records. Part of the Daptone Records stable of artists, Charles Bradley may be considered a new artist, but he’s no young pup. He recorded his first album at the age of 62 in 2011, backed by the relentlessly funky Manahan Street Band. Mr. Bradley has lived a life filled with hardship and heartache, and his musical emergence is so unlikely that it’s almost impossible to believe. It’s captured in a terrific documentary called “Charles Bradley: Soul of America” (click here), which can be viewed on Amazon Prime streaming video. Throughout a lifetime spent living a hardscrabble existence, at times practically homeless, Bradley picked up gigs as a James Brown impersonator, an influence unmistakable in his recorded output.

So, without further fanfare, here is the righteous, mighteous, and out of sighteous Charles Bradley…

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Me, In Front Of The Camera (Yikes!)

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As is evidenced by the Wheelchair Kamikaze videos and photos that are part of this blog, I’m very comfortable behind a camera. In front of a camera, though, not so much. This might seem strange given the fact that I don’t have much of a problem “revealing” myself through my writing, and I’m not exactly a shrinking violet, but I usually react like I just got too close to the tail end of a flatulent moose when viewing images of myself or hearing recordings of my voice. Many so-called primitive cultures believe that capturing a person’s image or voice steals a bit of their soul, and on the off chance that they’re right I’d much rather be the thief than the thieved. You can never have enough soul whether you're talking about things mystical or musical, and anyone who knows me can tell you that I just can’t get enough of that funky stuff. Holla!

Be that as it may, last summer I was contacted by a producer from the website EverydayHealth.com (click here), who wanted to know if he could put together a video for the site featuring me and my blog. As an added incentive, I was told that I’d be interviewed on camera by none other than Dr. Sanjay Gupta, a famous doctor and television personality who makes numerous appearances on CNN, CBS, and other media outlets. Dr. Gupta is also a practicing neurosurgeon, which further piqued the interest of this “atypical” MS patient. Additionally, I was told that Everyday Health wanted the video to include my lovely wife Karen, who deserves as much praise and credit as can possibly be heaped upon her. So, given this ever enticing witch’s brew of enticements, how could I say no?

Shooting the video took two days, or eight months, depending on how you look at it. Late last August – on my birthday, as luck would have it – Karen and I met Dr. Gupta and his video crew in lower Manhattan near Wall Street, where the good Doctor interviewed me as we walked/rolled along the city streets, talking about what it's like to use a power wheelchair in the crowded metropolis. Since time was short, we made plans to finish the video sometime in the next few weeks. My big fat rat bastard of a disease then reared its ugly head when I had a bizarre and totally unexpected reaction to a medication called Acthar Gel, which had me laid up in bed until the end of November (click here). By that time winter had set in and we decided to put off finishing the video until better weather arrived in the spring. Shooting was finally completed in May, and Everyday Health posted the edited video and a much too kind accompanying article on their Internet site a few weeks ago (click here).

Despite the fact that I may have lost a few bits of soul to the production, I think the Everyday Health crew did an exceptional job on the video and the written piece that goes along with it, the combination of which had me blushing for days. I’d like to give my heartfelt thanks to Dr. Sanjay Gupta, producer/writer Nils Kongshaug, and videographer/editor Michael Bush for doing such a bang up job on the entire production. Truly, I am not worthy (but Karen is)…

And so – drumroll, please – here’s Everyday Health’s Wheelchair Kamikaze video…


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Must Watch TV – "When I Walk" Airing Monday, June 23

Last year I wrote about a remarkable MS themed film called When I Walk that was making the rounds of local film festivals. In part funded through a Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign, When I Walk proved to be a tremendous success, winning numerous awards and garnering impressive critical praise (click here and here). Though the documentary saw some nationwide and worldwide distribution, it was screened at only a relative handful of theaters, preventing it from being seen by the widespread viewership it so richly deserves. On Monday night, June 23, When I Walk will finally get its chance to reach the masses here in the United States, with a television debut on the PBS series "POV" (click here). In the New York City metropolitan area, the film will air at 10 PM, please check your local listings for air times in your area. When I Walk will also be available for viewing online from June 24, 2013 to July 23, 2014. (Update: seems that the film will be showing on different days in different cities. Please click on the "POV" link, above, to check when When I Walk will be shown in your local area. I've also learned that many Canadian locales also get PBS, so WK readers in Canada should check their local listings.)

When I Walk is the work of Jason DaSilva, a young filmmaker whose previous films have been featured at film festivals around the world. About nine years ago, at the age of 25, Jason was struck with progressive MS and decided to turn his camera on himself. His documentary When I Walk chronicles the first seven years of his struggle with PPMS in unflinching fashion, showing the effects of the disease warts and all even as it exposes the heart and soul of the man at the center of the storm. When the film opens, Jason is having some trouble walking; by its end he’s using a scooter full-time, his vision is increasingly affected, and the disease is attacking his hands to the extent that he needs help completing the movie. In between, we experience the physical and emotional roller coaster of MS as Jason searches for answers, possible cures, and even miracles. Though one might think this would make for gloomy subject matter, the film is an inspiring testament to Jason’s courage, the power of love, and the enduring nature of the human heart. Even as Jason’s body betrays him, he manages to find his soulmate, a woman special enough to love him despite all of the trepidation and uncertainties that come with MS.

Unlike the usual public face of MS, which typically features MSers climbing mountains or celebrities with MS "dancing with the stars", When I Walk gives us an unvarnished view of the realities of multiple sclerosis, a picture of the disease rarely seen by the public at large. For that alone the film deserves heaps of praise; the fact that When I Walk manages to inspire and illustrates the strength of the human spirit despite never shying away from the uncomfortable facts of life with progressive MS is testament to the artistry of the filmmaker, and makes the film "must watch" material for those both inside and outside of the MS community.

Here’s the When I Walk trailer:



It'd be terrific if Wheelchair Kamikaze readers left their impressions of the film in the comments section of this post…


Monday, June 16, 2014

The Great Pretender

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Yes, I'm the great pretender
Just laughin' and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown

– “The Great Pretender”, the Platters, 1955

It’s strange when a phrase or quote that you’ve long known takes on new meaning due to changed circumstances. Such is the case for me with the lyrics of “The Great Pretender”, a song made famous by the doo-wop/R&B group The Platters in 1955. The tune has long been a part of the playlist in my brain. As the song goes, “yes, I’m the great pretender…”, only now I’m pretending in ways most likely never imagined by the lyricist.

A few weeks ago I had a late lunch with a fellow MSer in a famous restaurant nestled on the outskirts of Central Park called Tavern on the Green. We ate underneath an umbrella in the outdoor patio portion of the newly refurbished eatery, an idyllic spot on a glorious spring afternoon. My friend has a sharp wit and is wickedly entertaining, and she and I whiled away several hours lost in conversation and good food. Our chat ranged far and wide, but, as might be expected from two people dealing with multiple sclerosis, the topic of our shared foe came up at regular intervals, not in any maudlin way but more as the subject of information exchange and the occasional sarcastic verbal jab.

While we ate, me in my wheelchair and my friend with her cane resting beside her, the rest of the world buzzed around us, for the most part as oblivious to us as we were to it. Insulated in our own little bubble, we conjured an atmosphere of normalcy despite our abnormal physical situations, just a couple of gimps jabbering away, all the fleet footed and nimble fingered be damned. After lingering for quite a while, we finally finished our meal, paid the tab, and wheeled (me) and limped (her) our way out of the establishment, where we’d pleasantly spent a very rich few hours.

Just a moment or two after exiting the restaurant, though, my friend suddenly burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, naturally alarmed.

“Look!” she sobbed, pointing at the broad inner roadway that circles the circumference of the park, which had become a blur of joggers and bicyclists. “I can’t do that anymore, and I want to.”

Our bubble had been burst and harsh reality rushed in to fill the vacuum. Crap. I felt a black hole tearing at the center of my soul. I reached my one good but weakened hand out to hold hers and hesitantly stammered, “I know… I know." Hackneyed platitudes dressed up as words of wisdom just weren’t going to cut it. This great pretender could do nothing more than share the hurt.

Though I like to think that I have successfully mastered the mantle of noble warrior, steadfastly staring into the eyes of the beast that is my creeping paralysis without any cloak of self-delusion, the plain truth is that in the years since my diagnosis I’ve become well practiced at the art of illusion, wielding psychic shields to protect myself from the sharper and sharper barbs of my increasingly dire situation. I guess this is only natural, a survival mechanism hardwired into our brains to help us cope with even the most dreadful of circumstances. Denial may be one word for it, but I think it’s more a subconscious reshaping of reality than a refusal to see things as they are, a sculpting of perception to create a much-needed psychological zone of comfort and safety. Of course, reality is always in the eye of the beholder, cross your peepers hard enough and even the most cockeyed of situations can appear straight as a desert highway.

Safe in the cocoon of my apartment, my increasingly dysfunctional existence has indeed become “normal”, the countless allowances made to the ravages of the disease rendered commonplace over time. Living with progressive MS is an exercise in constant adaptation; with incremental losses come a never-ending series of incremental workarounds. The disease has slowly left me with a right side that is completely on the fritz and a left that is continually weakening, transforming once mundane tasks into exercises in ingenuity and tenacity.

Sheltered within the cozy confines of my sanctuary here on the 18th floor of my high-rise building, all of the crazy workarounds and elaborate but clumsily choreographed routines that get me through the day seem almost ordinary. Within these walls my rather bizarre life has become the norm, allowing me the luxury of just being me, warts and all, negating any need for pretending. Sure, there are times throughout even days spent entirely alone at home when I’m hit with “holy shit, I’m a cripple” moments, instants awash in incredulity, but by and large, left to my own devices, I can relax and be myself in the self-contained topsy-turvy MS riddled world of home.

The Great Pretender springs into action once I venture out into the world, where reminders of my mangled reality are everywhere. It starts the moment I leave my apartment. Waiting for the elevator, I sit in my chair hoping beyond hope that when the doors open the car will be empty, saving me the spectacle of watching my fellow building dwellers scramble out of the way of my mechanical monster, my oh too cheerful apologies mixing with their forced graciousness in a perfect illustration of the human capacity for polite bullshit. Once out of the elevator I watch my instantly effervescent doorman rush to open the building’s doors wide for me.

“How are you today Mr. Stecker?” he asks just a little too enthusiastically.

“Better than those goddamned Mets,” I respond, and then we both force a laugh (for those blessedly unacquainted with The Mets, they are New York’s notoriously pathetic baseball team). In truth I appreciate these attempts at perfunctory pleasantries, while at the same time resenting the fact that I require added attention. And then it’s out into the bustling metropolis, where The Great Pretender kicks into high gear.

I love the city, I love being out in the city, but Gotham’s very nearness and dearness to my heart exposes that fragile little organ to the slings and arrows of my outrageous misfortune. All around me there are people doing wondrous things, walking and jogging and climbing stairs, driving and texting and holding hands, all with effortless grace and dexterity. They’ve no idea how lucky they are, just as I didn’t when I was so incredibly fortunate to be one of them.

Ass firmly planted in chair, I take on various roles as I roll through the town: observer, photographer, crazy Wheelchair Kamikaze, speeding through the streets so as not to let envy catch up and turn me green as a Martian. Shields up I deflect whirlwinds of emotion, psychological tornadoes shunted aside by the storm shelter of the Great Pretender. I honestly enjoy careening around the sidewalks of New York, though as my “good” arm and hand continue to weaken even that pleasure is becoming blunted. Still, there’s plenty to occupy the mind while at the controls – don’t hit that pothole, sure hope that pigeon is quick to the wing, watch out for the precocious scooter kid!

Once I arrive at my destination, other concerns take hold as there’s less to distract me from the facts of my broken down state. If I’m out for a jaunt by myself, say to the park or to the river, I mindfully try to soak up the scene and not let my sense of otherness overwhelm and ruin the moment, not always easy but doable while alone and left to my own devices. Things change in the company of healthy friends or family, when I somehow feel responsible for keeping them at ease with the situation, almost automatically conjuring a sense of nonchalant joviality that belies the gravity of my predicament. The Great Pretender wears thin armor and a welcoming smile.

What a great attitude, others sometimes marvel, even as I sit secretly coveting not only their hale bodies but also the problems that occupy their hearts and minds. Is that a horrible admission, that I’m jealous of the very same issues that often had me tied up in knots back in my healthy days? Problems that could be solved either through action, a change of mindset, or simply the passage of time? This implacable illness has no such solutions, thus far defying every effort to even just slow it down. Barring some incredible medical breakthrough, these are wounds that time won’t heal but in fact will only make worse, a truth I hardly want to admit to myself much less discuss with anyone else, other than the closest of the close.

As my disease progresses, maintaining psychic equilibrium in social settings requires more and more conscious effort. It’s hard to get lost in dinner conversation when your increasingly gimpy hand has trouble manipulating a fork. Such social outings are double-edged swords; they offer much-needed distraction and social interaction while at the same time putting a focus on just how much I’ve lost to this slowly exploding atomic bomb. My efforts at illusion aim not only to comfort others but myself as well. The approximation of “situation normal” that The Great Pretender endeavors to maintain is a way of breathing life into the me that used to be, the embers of which I’m afraid are slowly being doused. It’s good therapy to get lost in the occasional game of make-believe, but gosh it can be exhausting when the illusion is so easily shattered, when all that used to be taken for granted sits balanced on a razor’s edge, when looking down reveals an emaciated right hand curled into a claw. A physical and psychological juggling act of increasing complexity, socializing with friends has its rewards but also it's price. I usually find myself totally spent after such activities, needing days to recharge.

When I’m out with fellow MSers, it’s a somewhat different story. Regardless of the stage of their disease we share a common burden, and that sharing helps to lessen the load. Members of an exclusive club that none of us wanted to join, we speak a language that outsiders would at times be hard-pressed to understand. Even out and about in the great big land of the healthy a couple of gimps can carve out a world within a world. It can be exhilarating to talk about the ugliness of MS with someone else who just gets it, no explanations necessary. Speaking of things that to others might seem unspeakable can be a tremendous relief, a chance to purge and breathe deep. This sense of sharing creates its own temporary normalcy, and yet, as was the case with my friend as we left Tavern on the Green, the outside world has a way of shattering even collective illusions.

In a sense we are all The Great Pretender, revealing different sides of ourselves to different people, wearing different faces in different situations. In part, we choose our friends and lovers based not only on who they are but on the person they allow us to be. Chronic progressive illness digs deep, throwing a mass of new variables into the equation, increasing exponentially the complexity of the elaborate social dances in which we all engage. As the disease takes hold fundamental changes take place, not only physical but mental, changes visible and invisible that can be so traumatic that they shake our foundational notions of self. Protectively and instinctively I insulate body and mind, creating pockets in which my new decidedly not normal becomes normal, but the world outside still beckons, the company of others still calls. Though beyond the comfort zone lays the potential for peril, I venture forth with a spirit – at once both real and contrived – intended to bolster myself as much if not more than others.

And so yes, I’m The Great Pretender…

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Remembering Robert Kennedy

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(I rarely deviate from the MS/disability theme of this blog, but there are some things that are more important than multiple sclerosis. This essay was first posted three years ago, in 2011. Given the current ruinously cantankerous political climate in the United States of America, I believe the words and deeds of Robert Kennedy are more important than ever. With a few changes, perhaps a word or phrase here or there, the speech Kennedy delivers in the video at the end of this post is as relevant today as it was 46 years ago, and should be taken to heart by those of all stripes in this troubled nation of ours. Black or white, conservative or liberal, rich or poor, red state or blue state, Democrat or Republican, we're all in this thing together. For those who receive this via email, the video can be viewed on the Wheelchair Kamikaze website – click here)

I am a man with few heroes.

It disturbs me to see the word hero tossed around indiscriminately these days, as it belittles the few individuals who truly deserve the honor. Though I respect many people, some deeply, there are only a few whose words and deeds have led me to try – usually with pathetic results – to emulate the examples they set. One such person is Robert F Kennedy, who was felled by an assassin's bullets shortly after midnight on June 5, 1968, 46 years ago today.

Bobby Kennedy was by no means a perfect man, his shortcomings well-documented by numerous tell-all books and our insatiably gossip hungry media. Back then, there was still, for better or worse (I think for better), a separation between the public and private lives of our political figures. Show me almost any celebrated historical leader and I'll show you skeletons in their closet that today would have ended their careers before greatness could have ever been achieved. RFK was a complex individual; intelligent, introspective and headstrong, possessed of powerful ego and at times known to be ruthless in achieving his political goals. But he was also an idealist, a man whose thoughts and the actions driven by them evolved through a life transformed by devastating personal tragedy. After the assassination of his brother, President John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy went through a long dark night of the soul, only to emerge with a deep resolution to further devote himself to public service and fight for his deeply held moral convictions against societal injustice for the weak and disenfranchised.

Robert Kennedy started his political career working in the office of the now justifiably defamed Senator Joseph McCarthy, who at the time was in the midst of his vile early 1950s anti-Communist witchhunt, which resulted in the destruction of the reputations and livelihoods of dozens of innocent victims. From those ignominious beginnings sprang a career that saw Robert Kennedy champion civil rights, advocate for the poor and marginalized, fight organized crime, and play an instrumental role in pulling the world back from the very brink of nuclear Armageddon during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

After his belated entry into the 1968 presidential race, his campaign to win the Democratic nomination gained increasing momentum, culminating with his triumph in the California primary on June 4, 1968. Minutes after delivering his victory speech at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, he was shot while attempting to exit the building with his entourage. Though an assassin, Sirhan Sirhan, was named and convicted, controversy still rages over the tragic sequence of events that transpired that night. Robert Kennedy lingered for 26 hours, and died at 1:44 AM on June 6, 1968.

Had Kennedy won the nomination and eventually the presidency, our historical timeline would certainly have been significantly altered, perhaps resulting in a future absent much of the social and political upheaval that was to come. There would have been no violence on the streets of Chicago during the 1968 Democratic convention, no President Nixon, no Watergate scandal, a quicker end to the Vietnam War, and no massacre at Kent State. Without these traumas inflicted on the collective psyche of Americans one can only imagine that the arc of history could very well have been much more benign than the reality that ultimately came to be. The promise represented by Robert Kennedy cannot be overstated, nor can the tragedy of his loss.

Perhaps the best way to illustrate the merits of Sen. Kennedy is to let the man speak for himself. On April 4, 1968, just two months before his own assassination, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was gunned down in Memphis, Tennessee. On the evening of the King tragedy, Bobby Kennedy was scheduled to address an inner-city crowd in the heart of Indianapolis, Indiana. Knowing that his audience would be largely black and unaware of Dr. King's assassination, which had occurred just a short time before, Kennedy had little time to formulate his thoughts, much less write a polished speech. Without the help of aides or speechwriters, he jotted a few notes to himself during the ride to the rally, and then delivered an eloquent and profoundly emotional address. No teleprompters, no calculations of political consequences, no prepared text, just intelligent and respectful words delivered from the heart and soul. He didn't speak down to his audience but addressed them as peers, sharing with them the anguish of his too having suffered the murder of a loved one. As a direct result of this speech, Indianapolis was one of the few American cities spared vicious riots in the wake of Dr. King's assassination.

Here is the speech Robert Kennedy delivered that night, from the back of a flatbed truck…



Rest in peace, Bobby Kennedy.

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Friday, May 23, 2014

To Work or Not to Work – Employment and MS

(For those who receive these posts via email, this essay contains videos which can be viewed on the Wheelchair Kamikaze website – click here.)


Multiple sclerosis can be a wrecking ball of a disease, its potential effects threatening to impact virtually all aspects of life. Though the newest MS therapies offer many patients the hope of extended periods of good health, MS sufferers nevertheless find themselves constantly adapting to the challenges thrown at them by the disease. In addition to obvious problems such as those related to mobility and coordination, other more invisible symptoms can be equally problematic. Cognitive difficulties and extreme fatigue can be just as crippling as weakened and numbed extremities. Relapsing remitting patients never know if and when the next attack is going to hit; progressive patients must learn to coexist with their illness as it carries them down a slope of ever-increasing disability. The stress and uncertainty of chronic illness adds exponentially to the already demanding nature of modern life.

MS strikes most of its victims when they are relatively young, well before most would ever otherwise consider leaving the workforce and retiring. Unfortunately, MS forces this issue for significant numbers of those it afflicts. Despite the sunny image of MS often portrayed in the media, numerous surveys and studies have found that a high percentage of MSers find themselves forced into early retirement by the disease (click here, here, and here). Surprisingly, studies conducted in Europe discovered that as many as 50% of people with MS stopped working within five years of their diagnosis, well before many of them manifested obvious signs of physical disability. Instead, cognitive issues (such as memory issues and “brain fog”) and fatigue led many to early retirement. The findings of some of these studies may not be entirely accurate today as they include information on patients who became ill before the current crop of more effective therapies became available; nevertheless, MS related employment issues are a reality with which those afflicted with MS continue to grapple.

The prospect of lost jobs and reluctantly terminated careers can be one of the most frightening aspects of the disease for working MS patients. We live in societies that often conflate what we do for a living with who we are, and many find their sense of self intimately entwined with their work life. In addition to the obvious worries the potential financial impact of leaving the workplace can engender, the psychological toll of merely anticipating such an eventuality cannot be overstated. Patients often fear the loss of their jobs as much as the potential physical deterioration associated with the disease, and many hang onto their jobs for dear life, a sense of failure accompanying any ruminations of quitting the workforce.

I suppose in a strange way I’m lucky that I never felt wed to my career. Despite the fact that I managed to be successful in a highly competitive industry (TV and video production), I always felt some dissonance between who I was and what I did, as if I had strayed from my path and could never quite find my way back. Truth be told I just never loved working, least of all in some of the highly corporate environments in which I found myself toiling during some points of my career. There are those who thrive within the structure of a buttoned-down business environment; I felt as if I was being slowly suffocated. I enjoyed the titles associated with my working life (Producer, Director of DVD Production) much more than I actually liked the nuts and bolts of the jobs themselves.

Compared to many other patients, my disease struck hard and fast. My last day of work came less than four years after my official diagnosis. As my initial symptoms were all physical (increasing paralysis of my entire right side) and soon became abundantly obvious to all but the least observant, I made no attempt to hide my condition from my employers, who were gratefully quite sympathetic and supportive. They allowed me flexibility in my working hours and never gave me grief about time taken off for doctors’ visits or treatment sessions. My decision to go on disability was practically made for me, as the facility in which I was employed appeared threatened with closure and those in charge gave me fair warning that I could lose my generous disability benefits should the place shut down. Though I held on as long as I reasonably could, my creeping paralysis eventually made simply getting to work completely exhausting, never mind the physical toll of working a full day, and when the end came I felt more a sense of relief than anything else.

I spent the first two weeks of my “retirement” in full recovery mode, my body and mind finally able to take a few deep breaths, and though I did go through a time of existential uncertainty, I adapted quite well to my enforced life of leisure. At times I absolutely reveled in my newfound freedom to do whatever I wanted when I wanted to do it, albeit within the confines imposed by my illness. The support of my ever indulgent wife was (and is) beyond value, as I used my newfound liberty to pursue interests and penchants that had long lain dormant or ignored. Though some of the time since I left work has been spent on activities the less enlightened might deem frivolous (like watching lots of zombie flicks), some of my other endeavors hopefully have had some socially redeeming value (like this blog). Even now, with the grip of my illness growing ever tighter, I’m quite happy to be gainfully unemployed. Can’t say I’m having as much fun as I did earlier in my retirement, but freedom is precious whatever the cost.

I’m very much aware that my experiences leaving the workforce – from the days preceding my retirement to those after it – are hardly typical, but I’m living proof that the transition need not be filled with trauma and woe. Certainly, those with a deep affection for their work should be rightfully loath to give it up, and for many, even those with obvious disabilities, forced retirement can be held at bay for quite a while, perhaps even indefinitely. There are strategies and methods that can be used to prolong employment, particularly if employers and colleagues are made aware of the situation and cooperate in the effort.

Many wrestle with whether or not to disclose their illness in the workplace, and this decision can be highly dependent on the nature of the work as well as the culture and environmentin which the patient is engaged. A recent study found that those who do disclose their multiple sclerosis are more likely to remain working longer than those who do not (click here). Almost all developed countries have laws prohibiting discriminating against disabled employees, and require that employers make reasonable accommodations for those with disabilities. Once disclosure has been made, the psychological burden of keeping an illness secret is lifted, and that alone can ease the grind of getting through the day. Working hours can be made flexible, responsibilities can be shifted, and telecommuting can be a viable option for many. One of my good MS friends is a lady who relies on a power wheelchair to get around but nevertheless remains successful at her media sales position through a combination of fierce tenacity and the accommodations she’s worked out with her employer. A terrific resource for learning about employment accommodations for the disabled is the Job Accommodations Network website (click here).

Regrettably, not all working MSers are able to remain employed indefinitely. The decision to finally leave work can be one of the hardest faced by a patient. Financial considerations are of course a huge part of the equation. Here in the States, having private disability insurance certainly makes the decision to leave work much easier, especially since Medicare and Social Security don't kick in until two years after long-term disability status has been established, and for many these programs only cover a small fraction of what they were previously earning. MSers in the United States should, without question, max out on any private disability insurance offered by their employers. Other countries with stronger safety nets at least partially alleviate this consideration.

Financial considerations aside, ultimately the decision to leave work because of MS disability often comes down to not only whether or not a person is still mentally and physically capable of completing their job requirements, but also soberly assessing whether the daily grind of working is taking a deleterious toll on the patient and negatively affecting their physical well-being. It’s incredible what people can endure, and the insidiously incremental nature of MS disability can often mask the multiplying effect the toil of struggling to stay employed can have on a body battling the illness.

Despite my obvious physical problems, I didn’t become completely aware of just how negatively working was affecting my health until after I had taken my leave. Only then did I become fully conscious of how physically and mentally exhausting my continuing to work had become. Most of the first few weeks of my retirement were spent sleeping, my body gratefully soaking up the rest it so desperately required. After that much needed period of decompression, I started the slow but ultimately gratifying process of redefining myself, in a sense becoming reacquainted with parts of me that hadn’t seen the full light of day since my youth. Happily, the end of employment is by no means the end of life itself, and indeed reclaiming time that would have otherwise been spent working affords one the opportunity to chart a new course, perhaps one even more suited to the individual than the one so grudgingly given up. It’s often said that every exit is an entrance, a truth I found embodied by my transition out of the workforce. I always said I didn’t live to work but worked to live, and now I can simply live.

That said, I know how important and meaningful work can be in the scheme many people's lives. The following videos, produced by the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, provide valuable info and insights on strategies for managing workplace issues associated with MS, and maximizing the ability of patients to continue working…








Friday, May 9, 2014

Bits and Pieces: Neurologists' Conference Edition (also: Tysabri,Tecfidera, Marijuana, Mold, Asinine Research, and other goodies)


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It’s time once again for Wheelchair Kamikaze’s semi regular compendium of MS news and notes.

Last week the American Academy of Neurology (AAN) held its annual meeting, this year held in Philadelphia. This weeklong event brings together some of the world’s best minds in neurology, and features presentations on all the latest and greatest research. I found it quite striking that this year’s multiple sclerosis presentations almost all had to do with information gleaned from drug trials, but since practically all mid to late stage medical research is conducted by the big pharmaceutical companies, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Most of the fault lies not with the drug companies themselves, but with the system within which they operate, which has handed these companies the reins of medical scientific investigation as governments and academia are increasingly less able to fund research due to the current political and economic climate. As a result, our medical research model is becoming more and more dysfunctional, with many potentially paradigm shifting basic research studies never making it out of the lab. Yippee!

I sometimes think about how strange life must be for neurologists who specialize in the most debilitating diseases of the nervous system, none of which have yet to be sufficiently remedied. Doctors practicing most other areas of medicine can look with satisfaction on the patients they’ve cured, but many neuros can spend their entire careers without ever having rid a patient of disease. I can’t help but imagine a group of specialist neurologists getting together at their annual meeting and quickly summarizing the major clinical advances of the past 12 months. “Let’s see, have we cured Parkinson’s disease?” “Nope…” “Okay, how about Huntington’s disease?” “Nope…” “Multiple sclerosis?” “Nope…” “Alzheimer’s?” “Nope…” “Muscular dystrophy?” “Nope…” “ALS?” “Nope…” “Right then, that sucks.... Anybody else really need a drink?…”

Okay, enough of my mental meanderings, here’s my latest collection of mostly MS related research and news, selected solely on the basis of what I deem to be important and/or interesting. Hey, it’s my blog and in this little corner of the Internet I rule with an iron fist. Actually, given my current state of physical decrepitude I’m not sure I could properly muster an iron fist, so I guess I’ll have to be satisfied ruling with a less than formidable half assed fist. Hey, we’ve gotta play the cards we’re dealt…

♦ First up, a sampling of the MS drug news that came out of the AAN meetings. Tysabri was shown to positively impact walking speed in some patients (click here). While at first glance this sounds impressive and could be an indicator that the drug has a positive impact on disease progression, digging down a little deeper leaves me less than knocked out. Slightly over 12% of patients on Tysabri demonstrated improved walking speeds over the course of two years of treatment, which really isn’t bad, but about 7% of patients treated with a placebo also managed a significant improvement in walking speed, which just goes to show you how variable is the nature of relapsing remitting MS. Tysabri did prove to be about 80% better than placebo in this regard, and since most patients would gladly settle for a state of stasis in their disease, any signs of improvement are a big plus. Researchers did find that this effect was more pronounced in patients with more advanced disability, with walking speed increased by as much as five times when compared to placebo in this patient group, which does make the research more compelling.

A small phase 2 trial of Tysabri on SPMS patients came up with encouraging outcomes (click here). In this study, 24 SPMS patients were treated with Tysabri for 60 months, and levels of osteopontin, a marker for inflammation, were tracked in their cerebrospinal fluid. Several other biomarkers were also tracked, and after 60 weeks of treatment statistically significant decreases in markers for inflammation, axonal damage, and demyelination were recorded. These are impressive findings, especially since there are currently no proven treatments for secondary progressive disease. Of course, these results will have to be replicated in larger trials, but this seems to be an encouraging start.

♦ In Tecfidera news, the oral MS drug was shown to be effective when used on patients with highly active disease, reducing annual relapse rates by 60% and the proportion of patients who relapsed by 63% when compared to placebo (click here). I know that many patients are concerned about Tecfidera’s uncomfortable side effects, and a study looking at gastrointestinal side effects in patients taking the drug found that “GI events were largely transient, occurred most frequently in the first month of therapy and were mostly reported as mild to moderate in severity. By the 10th week of treatment, less than 10 percent of patients reported GI AEs. The incidence of discontinuation due to GI-related AEs was low (7.3 percent).”

There has been much conjecture as to Tecfidera’s primary method of action (in other words, why it works), and a study out of Germany demonstrates that the drug keeps certain immune system cells out of the central nervous system (click here). It’s already been established that Tecfidera has immunosuppressive properties, and it is suspected that the compound also has anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties as well. Based on the latter suspected properties, some have speculated that the efficacy of Tecfidera could be replicated using a combination of dietary supplements, but since immunosuppression seems to be the drug’s primary method of attack such an approach likely wouldn’t duplicate the effectiveness of the drug.

♦ Okay, let’s turn away from the world of pharmaceuticals and take a look at some recent research regarding more “natural” approaches at treating MS. Green tea has long been extolled as a powerful antioxidant, and a recent study demonstrated that green tea extract has a positive impact on cognitive function (click here). In this small study, healthy volunteers were given green tea extract and then asked to do memory tasks while undergoing functional MRI imaging. The imaging showed that the extract appeared to improve conductivity between certain areas of the brain, and these areas correlated with improved memory function. Happy to hear it, as I take green tea extract every day…

♦ The human gut is home to a wide variety of bacteria, which are known to help with the process of digestion. Doctors have noted for some time that there seems to be some correlation between the gut and so-called autoimmune diseases, and a recent study bears this out (click here-registration may be required, but it’s free and well worth it). Researchers compared the microorganisms contained in the guts of MS patients with those found in healthy subjects, and discovered that MS patients have higher levels of a bacteria that is known to stimulate the immune system, and lower levels of two other types of microorganisms that excrete anti-inflammatory substances. Fascinating findings, I think, which definitely hint at reasons for an immune system gone haywire. Just goes to show how many different elements come into play in the complicated MS disease puzzle, and how many different approaches might be taken to treat the illness.

♦ Here in the US, more and more states are legalizing medical marijuana and a few are even making it legal to use the stuff for recreational purposes. Ganja has been touted as an effective treatment for MS spasticity and muscle spasms, and a recent review done by the American Academy of Neurology gives such notions the official stamp of approval (click here). The AAN found that the demon weed does indeed reduce spasticity and muscle spasms, and the pain associated with these symptoms.

I’ve recently been plagued by an uptick in spasticity and muscle spasms, and the spasms in particular have been driving me crazy. So, though Mary Jane is still illegal in New York State even for medicinal purposes, based on the above study I decided to imbibe in a little reefer madness. Lo and behold, my spasms took a powder and my spasticity loosened its grip.

Truth be told, even as a teenager I was never much of a stoner, though wild and unsubstantiated rumors have it that I occasionally imbibed in some other illicit substances back in the quixotic days of my wayward youth. Hey, I was a teenager and young adult in the 70s and 80s, which were the “say yes to drugs” era. Anyway, as far as sparking up a little boo goes, based on the above study and my own anecdotal experience I see no reason not to give it a try, but if you do, don’t Bogart that joint, my friend…


BTW, despite what the video says, the song is by the band Fraternity of Man, not Country Joe and the Fish. My guess is the person who made the video was probably all goofed up on muggles when they put it together.

♦ Another recent article I came across touched close to home. Between 1993-1995 I worked in a “sick” building which eventually needed to be decontaminated by experts in hazmat suits. In a despicable attempt to save money, the bastards who comprised my company’s upper management withheld a report that said that our building was rife with all kinds of molds and bacteria. I’ve long suspected that my exposure to these nasties played a role in my developing much of the physical crap I’ve been dealing with over the last 15 years or so, and a recent article by an environmental hygienist might just validate my suspicions (click here). The article claims that toxic mold has been associated with MS and other autoimmune diseases, and a quick search around the Internet yielded a few other pieces making similar connections (click here). Granted, the article that originally caught my attention was written by somebody who profits from diagnosing sick buildings, but it isn’t hard to imagine that being exposed to all kinds of toxic muck for an extended period of time could lead to a wide variety of medical problems. And the kicker is that I hated that freaking job…

♦ The good folks at Healthline.com have put together a page full of infographics illustrating “Multiple Sclerosis by the Numbers: Facts, Statistics, and You” (click here). The page delves into statistics and information related to MS disease prevalence, risk factors, and the frequency of the different types of MS, along with symptoms and treatment options. It’s a great primer for all things MS, and highlights some interesting and beguiling facts about the disease. I think my favorite illustration is this one, which starkly demonstrates just how more prevalent MS is in northern regions than southern, using a map of the United States as an example.


The above Infographic shows that people living in the northern half of the US are just about twice as likely to develop MS as those living in the southern states. The Infographic doesn’t go into some other interesting elements regarding the regional effect on MS, such as the fact that people moving from north to south before the age of 15 take on the lower MS risk factors associated with the southern region, while those moving after the age of 15 retain the North’s higher risk of MS. Riddle me that, Batman…

♦ Okay, it’s time once again for one of my favorite topics (drumroll please), ASININE RESEARCH! Scientists from the University of Kansas heroically decided to tackle the following mindbending question: “Is there an increased risk of hip fracture in multiple sclerosis?” (click here). My God, of all of the mysteries associated with MS, finally – finally – paid researchers have valiantly taken on a question that folks with even the scantest knowledge of the disease could answer in about two seconds. Wait – before I divulge their findings, please take a fraction of a second and see if you can guess the answer to this most vexing of inquiries.

Okay, after spending a few microseconds contemplating whether or not multiple sclerosis – a disease that can weaken limbs and thus make walking a bit, um, treacherous – might lead to an increased risk of hip fractures, did you come up with the startlingly radical answer of “yes”? If so, kudos to you, you are now an official multiple sclerosis researcher. You can pick up your certificate at the nearest sandwich shop.

Indeed, after reviewing over one million (!) hospital records of hip fracture admissions spanning a period of 20 years, our stalwart investigators found that MS patients were over twice as likely to suffer hip fractures than the population at large!!! Shocking, no? I mean, who could have possibly surmised that a disease whose symptoms include muscle weakness, spasticity, paralysis, numbness, and balance issues could ever lead those afflicted with it to fall down and break their hips? I only wish the researchers had been able to quantify just how more likely MS patients were to suffer scraped knees and bruised elbows. Inquiring minds want to know!

While I wait on tenterhooks for those revelations, let me try to save future researchers a whole lot of time and effort by answering some other enigmatic questions: Do people with MS have an increased number of visits to neurologists? Yes! Do bladder frequency/urgency issues lead people with MS to spend a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom? Wait a second, I'll tell you as soon as I get back from the loo... Do bears shit in the woods, is the Pope Catholic, do some researchers seem to have nothing better to do than waste time and money for no apparent reason other than my amusement? Why, yes, yes, and yes! Now which sandwich shop do I go to to pick up my Nobel Prize?…

♦ I leave you, dear readers, with the following music clip, by the British artist Paolo Nutini. I’ve been listening to a lot of the new “retro” Soul and R&B, the best of which captures the spirit of the great music that was made between the mid-60s and early 70s. Being 50 and an old fart gimp who is almost completely divorced from pop culture, this new music has come as something of a revelation, like mana from heaven. Before running across the song, I was completely unaware of Paolo Nutini, but since the video has almost two million hits I suppose I missed something somewhere along the way. From what I can gather, Mr. Nutini is much better known in the UK than in the US, but then again, he could be a household name among twentysomethings here in the states and I’d never know it. Anyway, I think it’s a great song that definitely has that indefinable element called “soul”. It also includes a spoken word piece that comes from a speech in the 1940 Charlie Chaplin film The Great Dictator, a monologue which is as relevant today as it was 74 years ago. The Chaplin clip is well worth googling if you’ve never seen/heard it. I hope you enjoy the music…

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Suspended

A reliable staple of science fiction space adventures is the concept of “suspended animation”, whereby astronauts traveling to far off galaxies are put into a kind of hibernation during which they don’t age or otherwise feel the effects of their long, perilous journeys. Safe in their suspended animation pods, these fictional voyagers are awakened upon reaching their destination, blissfully unaware of the months, years, or decades that have passed since they left their home planet. For all they know, while they were in suspension the world they left may have changed radically, or may no longer even exist. Separated from their previous lives by time and distance, the reanimated travelers now inhabit a new reality, for better or worse (in most pieces of science fiction, it’s usually for worse).

I’ve come to realize that in some ways my illness has had a similar effect on me. As my creeping paralysis has progressed, leaving me less and less able to take part in the ordered chaos of the world at large, I find myself increasingly alienated from the life I once knew, my space in the existence I used to occupy now almost totally erased. I’m still here, of course, part of the world but also apart from it, more spectator of than participant in the game of life. The never ceasing whirl of activity outside of my metaphorical and physical windows continues on, but the threads that once tied me to the self-perpetuating clamor of everyday life have largely been cut, putting me in a sort of conscious state of suspended animation. The gears of the world grind on, but more and more, they grind on without me.

The most tangible examples of this are the changes that have come to the industry in which I once earned my living. I spent 20 years building a career in TV and video production, which culminated in my heading up the DVD Production Department of a huge multinational music/entertainment conglomerate. My group was responsible for the programming and mastering of hundreds of discs, some of which sold hundreds of thousands of copies. When I first started in the position DVDs were such a brand-new technology that most people hadn’t even yet heard of them. Within a few years, though, DVDs exploded, and just as my disease was forcing me to to “retire”, Blu-ray discs had started to emerge as the next generation of consumer media. Now, over seven years later, streaming video (à la Netflix) is all the rage, a development I'd long anticipated  but never got the chance to play a hand in.

The changing landscape of video production and consumer consumption has marched on without me, and the technological infrastructure to which I was a native and used daily to earn my keep has in short course become archaic. If I were to be suddenly cured and tried to reenter the workforce I’d be so far behind the curve that some snot nosed kid just out of college would put my once formidable technological knowledge to absolute shame. As far as my former industry is concerned, I might as well have spent the last seven years on a spaceship in suspended animation. Ground control to Major Marc…

The shock of my diagnosis created a seismic shift in my existence, and that shock reverberates still. You’d think that 11 years after my initial diagnosis, and over 15 years since my first symptoms started cropping up, I’d have somehow gotten used to the idea of my illness and its destructiveness, but no, several times a day I still find myself smacked in the head by the realities of my predicament. This perpetual state of shock has left parts of me petrified, in every sense of the word. Petrified as in scared silly, but also petrified as in unchanged despite the passage of time. I was officially diagnosed at age 39, and now, at 50 years old, parts of the inner me have been left untouched by the intervening years, stuck in a kind of stasis, in much the same state that they were when the disease first took hold. It’s kind of a diabolical case of arrested development; even as my body becomes ever more decrepit, parts of the me encased inside of it have been untouched by the passing years.

Almost all of my old hopes, dreams, and desires stand frozen, as if parts of my very soul have been put on ice (apologies to Eldridge Cleaver). Now, instead of propelling me forward in an effort to fulfill them, those old longings and expectations only serve to put an exclamation point on just how much the disease has cost me. The physical toll is obvious but the psychic not so much, camouflaged by copious amounts of effort spent trying to maintain a sense of stability and even contentment in the face of this brutal and ceaseless storm. Will I really never get to have my breath taken away by the artistic splendors of Florence, or purchase some ludicrously luxurious and fast automobile, or get stinking drunk on ouzo while carousing on an idyllic Greek island? While healthy, there was always the hope of erasing old disappointments with new successes, of paving over past mistakes with future achievements, but now those previous failings have been transformed from works in progress into set pieces, dioramas in the museum of my mind.

Yes, I dreamed big, and dreams die hard. In fact, I don’t think they ever die at all, but my old dreams now lie fixed behind a set of more humble but – barring any medical breakthroughs – much less achievable desires. To simply stroll through the springtime air, or to hug my wife with two strong arms, or to mindlessly jot down a note with my now-defunct right hand. In my long-ago life I amassed extensive collections of antique cameras and vintage wristwatches, both of which I took much delight in putting to good use. Now they sit gathering dust in boxes, physical remnants of a life suspended, the impulses that lead to my possessing them still existent but now also packed away by the distressing actualities of my stark new reality.

Much like those science-fiction spacemen, I awake to an environment that is resonant with echoes of my past. This new life is often incredibly difficult, to be sure, but the challenges it presents are also opportunities. Though some old friends and acquaintances have drifted away, new ones, fellow travelers on these uncharted waters, have made the journey much less lonely. The loyalty of my wonderful wife alone is reason to have faith in humanity. By extracting me from the hue and cry of my old healthy existence, my disease has afforded me a sense of perspective that informs my  day-to-day life, and, I hope, might even help some of my comrades both healthy and ill to better navigate their own winding roads.

I’ve learned to not sweat the small stuff, and that most of what I used to consider gut wrenching problems are in reality small stuff. As my disease continues its infernal progression, finding contentment in what I have rather than what I once wanted or have lost has become a mechanism of survival. As the Buddha discovered centuries ago, desire, or more accurately attachment to desire, is indeed the root of all suffering. Despite the undeniable hardships within which I find myself stuck, I laugh just about as often as I used to, the sheer absurdity of my situation fodder for more laughter than tears. My mom is dealing with her own sense of suspended animation, courtesy Parkinson’s disease, yet somehow our telephone conversations often find us convulsed in hilarity. We both have more than a touch of the rascal in us, and the juxtaposition of our old pre-suspension hijinks with our new more sedentary and sedate forced existences serve to highlight the farcical nature of our puny little lives. Taking oneself too seriously is perhaps the gravest mistake a person can make.

Don’t get me wrong, despite the lessons learned and perspective gained, there’s virtually nothing I wouldn’t do to regain my health. As my creeping paralysis continues its increasingly destructive march, my tolerance for risk in my search for answers has become almost boundless, but despite my precarious situation there is still satisfaction to be squeezed out of these undeniably frightful circumstances. The old me is indeed in suspended animation, hopefully one day to be roused once again, but there is still life to be lived in this strange new world in which I find myself. It’s certainly not a life I would’ve chosen, but like it or not, it has chosen me. Despairing over my losses is only natural, but giving in to that despair would hand victory to the cosmic pranksters that conspire to make me the butt of their joke. I still have a middle finger capable of being raised, and with that raised finger I’ll continue to poke those pernicious little fuckers right in their beady little eyes. The joke's on them, for although part of me has been put into suspended animation, I'm still full of piss and vinegar…