Kay shares with us how she overcame and defeated the poor concentration and poor memory that occurs with myasthenia gravis.

A HAPPY MOMENT WITH
KAY and HER SON

At that time my mood was very dark.  I was depressed, frustrated and despondent. Many times Ifelt that there was no hope.  

Earlier that year - in December 2003 - I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis
(MG).  Its onset was quick.  One day I was a happy working mother, active in my community with a demanding and satisfying position as an elementary school principal.

I enjoyed working out, jogging, reading, and going out for dinner with my friends. But, within two days I could barely walk; every breath was a struggle.  I couldn’t read because my vision had become so blurred; I couldn’t eat because I would choke every time I tried to swallow. 

I went to the hospital and stayed for a month – the first  time.  I would be in and out several times over the next six months or so, but this first was the most difficult because I had no idea what was happening to me.   After many tests I find out.  My doctor told me that I had Myasthenia Gravis, a rare neuro-muscular auto immune disorder, he said, with symptoms similar to MS: muscle weakness, fatigue, and blurred vision.   I would be severely debilitated, and considering the severity of my symptoms, my life would be very different from what it had been before.  Because MG is aggravated by stress, I would be unable to work full time and not at all until my condition stabilized.  He also told me that I would need assistance with normal day to day activities like cooking and cleaning. Driving was out of the question, because I couldn’t even see well enough to read, let alone drive a car.    

While in the hospital I was prescribed high doses of prednisone.  The drug Mestinon was prescribed for the extreme muscular weakness I had.  I was never really one for taking medications, so it seemed a lot to me.  These drugs helped the symptoms but had challenging side effects.  And the fog over my brain became thicker with each passing day.  I also started a therapy of plasmapheresis and intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG). My doctor told me that these two therapies help remove and reduce the abnormal antibodies that attack nerves and cause muscular weakness. These, too, had their side effects, and often left me feeling very tired after I had taken them.  I had surgery to have my thymus gland and a tumor attached to it removed. There were days when I was so weak that I could not lift my own head or put lotion on my own hands.

During this time my solace was my family and my friends, without whom I don’t know whether or not I would have made it out of the hospital.  My son and my friends were with me almost the whole time.  While I was in intensive care on a respirator, it was a comfort to have them there with me even just to sit quietly and keep me company.  In a way this made me sad, because there were many other patients in the ICU who did not have the support that I had, and seemed to face their illnesses alone.

During the first three months, I was in and out of the hospital whenever the symptoms would flare up.  My friends would come to visit but I had a difficult time following a conversation and remembering events.  Initially, I kept it all to myself.  When I began to leave my house for trips to the grocery store, I had difficulty remembering names of people that I had known for years.  It was so frustrating to me.  As an elementary school principal, I prided myself on knowing the names of most of my students.  It seemed that I could not remember anyone now.

When I got home, I started my quest for information. I read several books about coping with MG, and found information on the net.  This was a challenge, because my memory was moment by moment, and I often found myself returning to the same book or webpage for something I had forgotten.  I learned that MG occurs when antibodies produced by the thymus gland attack the cells that use and manufacture the neurotransmitter acetylcholine.  This substance helps conduct messages between the brain and the different muscles of the body.  No wonder my brain felt so fogged!

Due to the physical limitations, I realized that I would probably not be able to return to my job with the school district in the Fall of 2004.  It was a depressing and sad time for me, as this was one of my goals for overcoming MG.   During those long, dark months, I depended more and more on my faith to get me through and to help me defeat MG.   

After seeing a counselor, I made an appointment to apply for graduate school. I was afraid because I knew that I would need all of my mental faculties to get into graduate school.  But, nonetheless, in spite of a memory that more often failed than not, I plodded through. I learned that I needed to take a graduate school exam to be admitted.  I began to study for it. Hard.  I could read the information and study for hours and not remember anything that I read.  I had difficulty with the simplest of math calculations and trying to remember any vocabulary terms was almost impossible.  The fog over my brain remained thick. 

At this time, my son was my primary caregiver.  He took care of running the household and  taking me to the doctor all while he worked full time and went to college full time.  One afternoon he came home from work to help me with some errands.  I wanted to give him a list and ask him to make a trip to the grocery store for me.  I could not call his name.  I knew him.  He was right there in the other room. He is my son, but I could not call his name.  I was devastated.  How could I not call my son’s name?   He came into the kitchen, put his arm around me and told me he loved me.  I cried. 

At my next trip to the doctor I complained about my poor memory.  I shared with my doctor what had happened.  He said that the stress of a chronic illness may cause some difficulty with memory.  It was much more than that.  I felt stress, yes, but I believed it was the side effects from the prednisone.  I was experiencing many of the side effects that were described in the literature on the drug.  My doctors told me to be patient.  For several months I complained to my doctors that I couldn’t even remember the simplest of things.  My son and my friends were patient with me but I knew something was just not right.  One day a friend suggested that I try lecithin.  He said that it was used for memory and that it boosted acetylcholine production.  I went to the health food store to buy some.  When I told the sales person that I wanted lecithin, she replied, “Oh, brain food!”.  She told me that many people use lecithin to help improve their memory and that some practitioners recommend it for patients with Alzheimer’s.  I took my first dose of lecithin on November 1st  2004.  It was a granular form which I added to juice or water.  I took two tablespoons each day.

I continued to study for the graduate school exam during that time.   By the first of December I began to notice that I was remembering things better.  I thought that I could tell a difference in the way I was feeling.   I took a pretest and was able to recall some of the information that I had studied the day before.  PROGRESS finally!   I told my son that I thought I was feeling better.  About a week later friends began to ask me what I was doing.  They commented that my eyes looked brighter.  One friend said my eyes were turned on. 

After taking lecithin for 5 weeks the fog lifted.  It seemed to happen suddenly, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.  One day my brain was foggy and the next day it had lifted.  I know that it happened gradually over the 5 weeks but it felt like the light bulb just turned on one day.  Now I never miss a day taking my brain food.  It has made a dramatic change in the quality of my life.  I took the graduate school exam and passed.  I plan to begin school this fall.  I am learning how to live with a chronic illness but I know that I don’t have to do it with a foggy brain thanks to my brain food.

And by the way, it’s Todd.  My son’s name is Todd.