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There is still time to endorse my nomination as a Patient Leader for the #WEGOHealthAwards. If I were to be selected, I could extend my reach  with movers and shakers in healthcare  to advocate for people with disabilities. 

If you haven’t already, please follow this link to navigate to my nominee profile at #WEGOHealthAwards. Under my picture on the right-hand side of the page will be an “endorse” button. Clicking this button will submit an endorsement. While you are there, take a look at some of the other outstanding candidates. As I understand it, you can endorse more than one person. If you know of an outstanding patient advocate in your community, you can nominate them here.

I am so thankful to The Clifton Writing Workshop members who sat through my first improvisation of this speech. And I am beyond thankful to my friend Maria Ramos, who directed and filmed the final product. If you like this video, please share!

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My Take on Wahls

This afternoon I got an email from Kathy Reagan Young, from the FUMS Podcast Show. 

She wrote: I’m preparing to interview Dr. Wahls about the Wahls Protocol vs. the Swank Diet and I wondered how you’re feeling now (after your gallbladder attack) and how you feel about the Wahls Protocol now?

This was my reply: “I think the Swank Diet is an improvement on the Standard American Diet of mostly processed foods, but I suspect the lack of fats  does harm as well as good. My fatigue levels went up, not down, with Swank. When I turned to the study dietician for help on micro-tuning my diet so I could stay within Swank’s parameters, while remaining true to my goal of optimal health, she told me she’d have to check with Dr. Wahls first. When she got back to (me) she told me Dr. Wahls forbid her from making suggestions. My main motivation for joining the diet trial, instead of pursuing a diet independently, was to get coaching from the dietician. I suspect only those assigned the Wahls Diet got such coaching. This disparity is unethical in a clinical trial. If Dr. Wahls feels her diet can be proven objectively, she should have stayed away from having any say on the trial, and let it be proven independently. As that was going on, I got an email from Dr. Wahls promoting her daughter’s Go Fund Me site. I found that…distasteful.

Since the diet study, I have been following a modified, lower fat version of the Wahls Diet, reintroducing coconut oil and ghee very gradually, which is, I believe, what she herself (or her dietician)  would council. I wish I could tell you I’m feeling better already, but I am only a few weeks in. Last week I got hit with a diagnosis of severe osteoporosis, and on the same day I got told I had to get a second mammogram. I have a calcified lump on my breast that is getting biopsied tomorrow, so MS may turn out to be the least of my troubles. A good diet, a smart diet, is necessary, even if it’s not sufficient. We all die.
I believe Dr. Wahls has presented the world with a very smart diet. I also believe she is a flawed person. Just like you. Just like me.”
I’l be the first to admit that reply was a bit  melodramatic. I very much doubt I am going to die from this calcified lump. But I will die of something. And I will age. And likely, no matter how well I eat, no matter how hard I try to exercise, no matter how doctors I see, or clinical trials I  join…my MS will progress.

In her book, Dr. Wahls urges her Wahls Warriors to take a selfie before starting on her diet, so they can look back and see how they will “youthen” instead of age. I felt sorry for Dr. Wahls when I read that.  She, too, is going to age, she’s going to die…and she may very well progress. If she does, she’ll feel incredible pressure to hide it. I feel that pressure, every day, and I haven’t summoned a vast movement of “Lab Rat Warriors” to validate my dance with this disease. I’m sorry I’m being hard on her. She’d doing the best she can. I’m doing the best I can. I just refuse to be a Wahls Warrior.

 

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Breakfast Break: MS Style (part 4 of Ms. Lab Rat’s Latest NIH Adventure)

When we last left off, I, Ms. Lab Rat, was sniffing the sickly scent of powdered sugar as I passed the by-now stale gingerbread houses on display in the secular cathedral that is the NIH (National Institutes of Health.) I had time to kill before my Phlebotomy appointment, so I took the elevator to the second floor cafeteria, which has an excellent salad bar. And discovered I was too early for salad.

Here’s the deal with my new Wahls-inspired MS diet: the foods I used to associate with breakfast are off the menu. No processed foods, no gluten, no grains, no milk (bye bye breakfast cereals,) no eggs, no cheese (bye bye omelets.)

Here is a picture of what breakfast looked like for me today: IMG_9271

You’re looking at bok choy and garlic escargot simmered in homemade chicken broth, topped with kimchi and dulce. The Wahls Diet calls for the consumption of four servings of leafy green veggies a day, at least four servings of colorful fruits and veggies, a meat, a touch of seaweed, a bit of something pickled. The Wahls Diet is also very very big on homemade bone broth. So this breakfast covers pretty much all the bases. (If I were a true purest, there would have been a little knob of organ meat floating around in the bowl, too. But that’s the thing about the Wahls diet. Or maybe any diet? You can always feel you’re not quite up to par.) This breakfast was yummy, by the way. But this kind of breakfast is not easily obtained on the road. Not even in a hospital. (By the way, what’s up with hospital food? Why are there so many unhealthy choices? Topic for another blog.)

Here’s a fuller, indeed cluttered picture of what breakfast looked like for me today, when I tell the whole complicated story of my MS maintenance:

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You are still looking at my pretty bowl of healthier-than-thou breakfast food. You are also looking at the supplements required for the clinical trial of the Wahls Diet:

5,000 IU Vitamin D3, 1 t cod liver oil, 5000 liquid vitamin B12, 1 mg folate, multi-vitamin.

Then there’s all the stuff I have to take for my funny bladder:

AZO, macrobid, and some other antibiotic I’ll be finished with at dinner.

Then all the stuff I choose to take for my self-designed Ms Lab Rat trial:

3x 100 mg Biotin (which I am hoping will eventually fix my bladder problems and get rid of three of the items above), 500 mg Hemp oil, local hemp oil, glorious hemp oil (which has helped me sleep and dream after many sleepscarce, dreamless years), 5 mg Lithium (which I thought was doing a fine job as a mood stabilizer, though I just learned that what I take isn’t anything like a mood stabilizing dose. So let’s call it my placebo.)

This is a lot to keep track of. When I graduated from the Swank Vs. Wahls clinical trial, I got a certificate (no joke) and a private viewing of a 20 minute video of Dr. Wahls that just served to delay the seven hour drive ahead of me. No t-shirt. The only remotely useful thing I left with was a booklet to help me keep up with all the details of living in a Wahls Diet world. (I had rallied hard for an app, but there isn’t one. Yet.)  For a few weeks afterward, I kept filling in little circles every time I popped another supplement, or finished another serving of leafy greens. But eventually I ditched the booklet. I want to feel a little less obsessive, a little less persnickety. Either that, or I’d already assimilated all the expectations. My brain had become the diet app I’d been asking for.

The morning of my TRAP trial, I realized I was not going to get a Wahls breakfast, or Wahls-ish breakfast before my blood draw. I guzzled a “green” drink I purchased from a vending machine and took the elevator down to Phlebotomy. A lovely woman handed me a white stub with a number. As I glanced down to read 32, she called, “Thirty two.” It was the Christmas holiday. I was the only patient in the waiting room. I filed past untouched trays of cookies and two pots of coffee and entered the orderly hive of numbered white cubicles, wondering if I’d recognize my phlebotomist. I had been there many times before.

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