Post by karen on May 5, 2014 15:37:54 GMT
I would like to ask anyone else if having a diagnosis has change their lives - and share our story.
My husband had several infections in the run up to his CVID diagnosis. He had been a fit and healthy man up until the age of 29, he had served 11 years in the armed forces and did outward bound instructing and was a mountaineering instructor, he had taken early redundancy and was working as a HGV driver, he lifted heavy boxes and did heavy manual work. He kept fit as boxer and then changed his discipline after leaving the forces to karate. He ran his own school. However, after getting infection upon infection, mainly in his chest, which would result in pneumonia and we had no idea why: he was referred to a respiratory consultant. He went back and forth to him for 2 years and after one particularly memorable emergency hospital stay with pneumonia (where he couldn't breathe) a random locum doctor happened to ask me if it was IGg he was deficient of. I had no idea what he was talking about - he presumed I must have known this. I questioned the respiratory consultant at the next appointment about immune deficiency as by that time I had read everything I could get my hands on, I knew Mark had this. He poo poo'ed my questions, as I think there was a power play in the room, he gave Mark low dose antibiotics for 6 months to see how he get on. After a few months he has another pneumonia. Finally, at our next appointment he agreed to refer Mark to immunology as if it was his idea! I get angry when I think back to that time lapse between that appointment and his referral as he incurred a lot of lung scarring (bronchiectasis) which was so unnecessary.
Mark had had several bouts of sickness and time off work and it was during the year of 2011 when his father had prostate cancer and passed away and his father's two brother died in the same year that Mark's health was at it's worst. He was unable to do his beloved karate due to continual chest infection, fatigue and arthritis and it seemed that he was having to save his energy to enable him just to work. My job as a psychotherapist within the NHS as a cancer counsellor was pretty stressful and we decide that things would have to change. I also have fibromyalgia to add into our little equation of health problems. We were both learning to do Home Therapy at that point, to enable life to be more manageable, as the time travelling back and forth to the hospital was invasive, although necessary.
We decided to sell our house and give up our jobs, Mark had been off work for 5 months at that point. We put our house on the market and it sold within a week - surely that was a sign!
The great retirement plan that we had for later on to be at the seaside in a cottage by the sea had to be downscaled to a small flat near the sea. We moved in 2012. After the move Mark didn't have an infection for more than a year. It's seems that we cannot avoid a winter without him having an infection, although nothing on the scale of what they used to be.
We do home therapy, he has 30g every two weeks. He is tired afterwards and seems to be more tired recently, maybe it's because now he's allowed to be tired now, I'm not sure.
We had immunology nurses say to us in the past that this CVID should not change our lives. As the partner of someone who has it, I say, how can it not change your life. We cannot pretend that this illness has not changed our lives, in fact it's damn frustrating that people would think that the lives of someone who lives with this illness would remain the same. It affects everyone in the family.
I suppose that we have been lucky, in so far, that we could make the necessary changes to help us to live easier with CVID in our lives. We fought and appealed for Mark's Army Pension and finally won. We weren't successful in getting PIP as ATOS as the system they use does not care a jot that Mark has been declared as unfit to work by our own GP.
I'm interested in hearing other peoples stories, on home therapy, fatigue, and if this has changed their lives.
Thank you,
Karen