Citizenship in the World of the Lame and Infirm
As illnesses go, MS appears to be a fairly popular malady with the able bodied.. It's not so grisly as to cause people to turn away, and common enough so that a great many people have had personal contact with someone afflicted. As human misfortunes go, it's bad, but only moderately bad. You don't get it through any behavior that causes others an awkward moment. A good deal of the credit for our favorable public perception belongs to the National MS Society. This group raises money, funds research, educates the ranks, and provides a myriad of other useful services. We lack only a formal cotillion to rank with the more hoi polloi of societies. We have our stable of celebrity fellow travelers who attempt to keep the illness in the public eye. The incendiary Richard Pryer, Annette Funicello, and Teri Garr being notables. Dr. Kavorkian shined the public light on MS a few years back when he ushered one of our brethren into the hereafter. The good doctor went to prison for this questionable act of compassion, seemingly unable to provide the court with a convincing rationale. The illness is, after all, not fatal and rarely results in pain for the patient. It probably is seen as more destructive than it proves to be for most people. This may be because it tends to afflict young adults during their most productive years
Induction into the subculture of the chronically ill carries
with it certain responsibilities. I am obliged, for instance,
to follow prescribed medical advice. I receive this counsel during
my regular visits with my Neurologist. I'm told Doc Brooks is
something of a giant in his field and I'm fortunate to have him
on my team. He doesn't like to rush people, he never appears impatient
when I prattle on and on. He's the kind of doctor we like to pretend
characterizes the profession, but in truth are pretty rare. His
sister has MS, which I think imbues him with a special sensitivity
to my predicament. My visits invariably entail a lengthy wait
in the clinic's waiting room. Giants, after all, are busy people.
On my most recent visit the available reading choices were Golf
Digest, Conde Nest Travel and Runners World. Neurologists it would
appear, are a sturdy, well traveled lot. Neurology waiting rooms
on the other hand, are the home court of the lame and the infirm.
The old guy dozing in his wheelchair appeared as disinterested
as myself in news that light weight carbon fiber materials could
cut at least two strokes from our games. Doc Brooks only treats
two illnesses, mine and one called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis
or ALS, sometimes referred to as Lou Gehrig's disease. The latter
is a truly grim illness, and his willingness to take it on as
his life's work strikes me as courageous. Seeing the ALS patients
in the waiting room invariably prompts me to count my blessings.
I sometimes attend a support group for the opportunity to commiserate
with others similarly afflicted. The attendees run the gamut from
minimal to severe disability. Time is generally allotted at the
onset of these meeting for the recently diagnosed to introduce
themselves and say a bit about their circumstances. I recently
heard such a fellow haltingly opine "I think that I've accepted
my diagnosis and I can
live with it. I've come to realize that far worse things can befall
a person". I'm pretty sure that what this fellow meant to
say was "What a fucking raw deal ! If I could track down
who or what did this to me I would smite them down with great
vengeance!". Or perhaps that's just me. There are, undeniably
worse things that can befall a person. I could, for instance be
squished flat by an asphalt roller as I cross the street to get
my mail or have my eyes plucked from my face by a California Condor
while sunbathing. These truths, however, have never provided me
with a great deal of solace.
Like any defined subgroup of humanity, those of us comprising the ranks of the lame and infirm aspire to comport ourselves with dignity. We have certain unspoken expectations of ourselves. One should, for instance, strive to remain stoic and brave in the face of ones misfortune. Second only to remaining stoic, the bearer should remain above the temptation to seek "secondary gain" from ones bad luck. Secondary gain, dear reader, is any effort, overt or covert, to seek advantage or special treatment as a result of ones misfortune. These things, like so many others, are not always perfectly clear. Using disability parking spaces would not be overstepping. Accepting advancement ahead of others in the grocery store line would be. Accepting preferential advancement in the long lines at Disney World would fall into something of a gray area. My own covertly held belief is that accepting and seeking secondary gain is fine, in fact, only fair given the injustice of affliction. I do, however, try to cultivate this subtly so as to not appear opportunistic or crass.
Those of us in the ranks of the chronically ill are frequently
reminded that we need to educate ourselves and take an active
role in our treatment planning. Towards this end, I will occasionally
attend educational forums. These gatherings are often funded by
one the major player drug companies. There is usually a Neurologist
to update us on any promising advances in the field. Sometimes
there is also a practitioner of one of the "complementary
therapies". With the exception of the aforementioned injectable
there haven't been any major breakthroughs in treating MS in recent
years. Absent such good news someone somewhere seems to have concluded
it might be easier to engineer a breakthrough in the public's
perception of the illness.
At a recent conference I was introduced to what the sponsors
were terming the "new face of Multiple Sclerosis".
The "new face" was attached to a female panelist in
the employ of the sponsoring drug manufacturer. She had traveled
to our gathering from Boston to engage us as a "motivational
speaker". Her goal was to inspire those of us who might be
feeling a bit discouraged. She was a pert and attractive gal in
her late thirties. She indicated she had been diagnosed with MS
several years ago after a brief and transient experience of symptoms.
Thankfully, she reported, those symptoms had not returned. It
bears noting that approximately 15% of those formally diagnosed
with MS have what the Mayo Clinic terms " benign MS".
This means they may have few symptoms, no discernable disability,
and may be fortunate enough not to develop either. These lucky
devils occupy the upper tier in the social stratification of the
lame and infirm, and they tend to irritate the rest of us. She
told us she had been an interior decorator prior to her diagnosis
and a long time recreational runner. She prattled on at great
length about having run the previous two Boston marathons as
a self appointed representative of MS sufferers everywhere.( She
had not, I wish to insert, actually earned an entry into the race
but had availed herself of the societies freebie pass), Perhaps
fearing we'd find her account a bit gloating, she acknowledged
having finished way back in the pack. She was, she pledged to
us, taking on this daunting challenge on behalf of the rest of
us. She reported that as a result of the race she received some
press attention and she'd recently been chosen to participate
in a sponsored climbing expedition to Mt. Denali. I'm pretty
sure she'll be scaling that mountain on behalf of the rest of
us as well. And, should there be a film or an invitation from
Oprah, well, I'm confident that she'll be shouldering those on
our behalf as well. You could almost sense the discouragement
beating a hasty retreat in the face of this gal's spunk. I'm very
confident that existing treatments will prove more efficacious
with this "new face" than they have with that old face.
Seemingly afire with motivational zeal, our speaker was not put
off one bit by the room full of "old faces" politely
listening to her self congratulatory remarks from their wheelchairs
and scooters. This "new face," I thought to myself,
sure seems a better deal than the old. But again, perhaps that's
just me.