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28 Aug 2016

Study indicates deconditioning doesn't cause PoTS, but has a cardiac trigger

Study indicates deconditioning doesn't cause PoTS, but has a cardiac trigger


A very small, yet enlightening medical commentary about Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia syndrome (PoTS) has recently popped up.

PoTS is often -erroneously- put down to the result of deconditioning - i.e, not doing enough exercise.
It's one of the things that people with the condition (including me) find most upsetting, the thought - sometimes spoken, more often just reflected in someone's face, that it's really all our own fault.

While PoTS can be as the result of many things, for example, a chronic pain condition such as Ehlers Danlos syndrome, its effects can be utterly disabling. It ends up as a vicious circle of not being able to exercise or even stand up through the symptoms of dizziness, fainting, chest pain or nausea (among others) and that makes it even harder to get up because you're weaker through lack of moving about. This is called 'exercise intolerance'.

This explanation may be given to patients in a dismissive way - sort of, 'You've let yourself down by being lazy so just try harder, get up and you'll get better'. But how do you do that when you can't stand up in the first place? And what was the trigger for those people whose PoTS came on suddenly, at the same time as the other illness (as in my case) or just by itself out of the blue? Deconditioning does not explain this.

However two doctors have written to the journal, Pulmonary Circulation, as a follow up to another study that sparked their attention. Doctors, Svetlana Blitshteyn, MD of Buffalo's Dysautonomia clinic and David Fries, MD of the Sands-Constellation Heart Institute in Rochester, both in New York State, analysed this study on low ventricular filling pressures as a cause of exercise intolerance and dyspnea. They believe it sheds some light on the causes of PoTS saying:

Previously, a low stroke volume and decreased cardiac mass in patients with POTS have been attributed hypothetically to deconditioning. This study provides the first objective evidence that low ventricular filling pressures in patients with POTS are contrary to what would be expected in deconditioned patients—high filling pressures.

The doctors commented that the study (although small) could be applicable to the majority of PoTs patients in that, "exercise intolerance in POTS is not caused by a lack of maximum effort from the patient but that low ventricular pressures occur despite the maximum effort."

If they're lucky, patients with an autonomic dysfunction such as PoTS have non-invasive (i.e, not surgical) tilt-table tests or other cardiac stress tests, ECGs and perhaps blood tests to diagnose them. Unless you can pay privately, in the UK these tests have incredibly long waiting lists on the NHS, during which time patients are becoming more ill. Many such as myself often need to use a wheelchair to even leave the house.

My Automonic Testing


My own story illustrates how difficult life with this condition can be and I do, in fact, consider myself lucky that I am not a young woman, just setting out on life. It also shows why compassion and understanding is far more required than telling someone they just need to pull their finger out and get on the exercise bike. I'm not saying that doing nothing is the right thing either, but a huge amount of support is needed, especially if you are young with little experience of life.

For me, the wait was 18 months before I got an initial appointment. Then, a further three months before I got the tilt-table tests. Then, incredibly, TEN months before I got the results of the tests. All during this time, life was very difficult. I could only walk short distances without having to stop and sit down or, if there was nowhere to sit, to bend down to get my head as low as possible.

Of course family life continued around me, with me feeling like I was less relevant, less able to participate and altogether more useless by the day. It was probably my own fault for not trying hard enough, of course. I tried dying, but I didn't even manage to try hard enough at that. What a slacker.

When I went back, I was given a trial of Ivabradine, which had a very positive effect. My GP however, didn't want to dispense it as it was off-label and the specialist letter hadn't yet arrived (and didn't for some time). After I become quite upset, my GP relented and made out the prescription. 

Although I was told by the Autonomic clinic I would get a follow up appointment in three months, I didn't get any letters until I received one discharging me, as I had apparently failed to attend! Like I would fail to attend after all that waiting! The letter had simply not arrived.

Despite explaining this to them and speaking to my GP and to my EDS specialist, they have not yet sent me another appointment and we are now more than a year after the results appointment. In the meantime, I have taken it on myself to double the dose as it appears no one else gives a stuff whether it's working or not, so I'll just do it my way.

The Ivabradine certainly isn't perfect - not by a long shot. But it does give me more ability to move around and I have worked to increase my strength. Of course there is always the knock-on of fatigue but I'm doing as much as I can, paying for one-to-one Pilates to try to recover some strength. It's not easy, especially as I am no 20 or even 30-something, (barely even a 40-something now) and it often feels like you get through one door only to have it hit you in the back and knock you flat.

Deconditioning a result, not a cause


In their letter about the study, the doctors reiterated how people's responses to patients with this condition can often make it worse.

"Patients often feel frustrated and blamed for their illness and a lack of improvement or recovery when they are labeled as deconditioned or told that they are not putting their maximum effort, regardless of whether they are exercising routinely as part of their therapeutic regimen or have not been sick long enough to become deconditioned.
"Deconditioning can occur secondary to prolonged bed rest and chronic inactivity in patients with POTS, but appears to be not a primary underlying mechanism. Larger studies comparing the invasive cardiopulmonary exercise tests in a cohort of POTS patients vs. sedentary healthy individuals are needed to further delineate the pathophysiology and possible therapy for POTS, both in terms of tolerated exercise programs and pharmacotherapy."

This last bit means they need to do more research so they can shore up the findings and come up with improved treatment of both medication and suitable exercise programs.

Getting upright again can be done, but it is a slow progression and patients need lots of support and the funding to pay for it. For example, hydrotherapy is great, but in the NHS it usually comes in blocks as it's designed for injuries, not chronic conditions and is in short supply. I had it and it was indeed helpful but I needed someone to take me and bring me back and a day to recover as it was so exhausting. 

In my own case, and that of many others, this study's findings seem to be self-evident. In EDS, the veins and arteries don't snap shut quickly enough in standing, so blood starts to pool in the lower extremities and the heart must work harder with less blood to keep the body going. Ergo, low blood volume.

A new role

I'm delighted to say that I have taken on a new, volunteer role as UK and Europe Advisor to the new Ehlers Danlos Society, which has been formed from the US-based EDNF. Lara Bloom, formerly CEO of Ehlers Danlos UK, is jointly leading the new charity and the aim is to expand globally providing trusted information of use to patients wherever they live. I'm happy to be involved.
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22 Dec 2015

Can you help #careforLaura crowdfund fund life-saving surgery for Laura's Ehlers Danlos syndrome?

As you may know, since 2013 have been disabled by the rare disease (or rarely diagnosed disease), Ehlers Danlos syndrome. I've been at rock bottom and have, with the support of my husband, managed to drag myself to a somewhat precarious place where I can work a few hours a day.

Days out or meetings are always a knock back but I build the down-time in. I've know that I'm lucky to have got to my mid-forties before this genetic condition hit me with its full force.

Recently, I was put in touch with another woman who lives close to me with the same condition. Laura Sylvester and I met for a coffee in Farnham, where she told me her story. 
Laura is just 23 years old, beautiful, smart and determined. A lover of sports, Laura was studying for a Masters degree at Imperial College, London, when EDS took hold. She became so unwell she had to pause her studies and return home to be cared for by her parents.

Laura's condition has continued to deteriorate and her vertebrae are now so unstable, it's put her life at risk. She needs vital neurosurgery that is only possible from a particular surgeon. He happens to be in the US and so this is going to cost a lot of money. A lot of money that Laura and her family don't have. 

However, I mentioned that she is smart and determined, and so Laura has launched a crowdfunding campaign #careforLaura, to ask for people to help her reach her funding goal so she can have the surgery early next year. This will mean she will be able to resume her studies and, although she will still have EDS, she will have a shot of achieving her goal of becoming a geologist.

Here, Laura tells her own story:



Can you help #careforlaura?On 7th August 2014, I was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome (EDS) with PoTS (Postural Tachycardia Syndrome). EDS causes the connective tissue throughout my body to be extremely stretchy and easily breakable - there is no cure for it. Over time, my muscles in my neck have become very unstable, which has further led to dislocation/subluxation of my vertebrae, disruption of my spinal cord ligaments, and compression on my cerebellar tonsils and brain stem.

Suddenly my life was flipped upside down and this degenerative muscular condition caused me to deteriorate quickly, forcing me to postpone my Master’s degree at Imperial College, return home, and be cared for by my parents.

Once an extremely sporty, sociable, positive and driven young woman, I have become tremendously vulnerable. I am in extreme pain, I wear a neck brace all day, and I am at constant risk of further damaging my brain stem, that would consequently cause me to stop breathing.

I am in desperate need of specialised EDS neurosurgery which will be done on 13th January 2016 in Washington D.C., USA. There are few experts in the world who can do this. The total of the medical expenses, travel and recovery is very high. I hope and NEED to raise at least £75,000 ($110,000) to fund this.

The surgery will create stability in my neck and stop the compression on the brain stem and cerebellar tonsils, essentially saving my life. This will enable me to carry on living my life as a normal 23-year-old, hopefully mostly pain-free and without the worry of causing further damage, which could otherwise prove fatal. 

Even though the surgery will offer me the stability that I need, unfortunately it comes at a cost of losing complete movement of my head and neck. Nevertheless, I am determined to adapt to this and begin fulfilling my dreams once again and resuming my Master's degree.

Any amount of donations and support for this specialist neurosurgery will be so tremendously appreciated, not only by myself, but also my family and friends. Please do consider contributing to the first major stepping stone that I need to live my life without fear.

22nd December 2015:

Laura is now within £5000 of her target - an INCREDIBLE achievement in just two weeks. Can you help push her over the finish line?

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27 May 2015

EDS Awareness: My experience with Ehlers Danlos syndrome and Pregnancy


It’s EDS Awareness Month in May and I’ve decided to write about something that may be on the minds of many young women with Ehlers Danlos- how will having EDS affect me when I want to have a baby?

Ehlers Danlos syndrome is a multi-faceted condition that, much like autism, has a number of different types and within those types, each patient is affected in a different way. The most serious is Type 4, or Vascular EDS. If you are female and diagnosed with this type, you will no doubt already understand that pregnancy is very risky and potentially life-threatening as it can increase the possibility of a catastrophic arterial or organ rupture.

Vascular EDS and pregnancy: statistics


A study published in 2014 found that pregnancy-related deaths in women with Vascular EDS occurred in 30 of 565 deliveries (5.3%). Interviews with 39 women indicated that 46% had uncomplicated pregnancies, while the most common pregnancy-related complications were third-/fourth-degree lacerations (20%) and preterm delivery (19%).

Life-threatening complications occurred in 14.5% of deliveries and included arterial dissection/rupture (9.2%), uterine rupture (2.6%), and surgical complications (2.6%). This is just one study however, anyone with this diagnosis should always seek their own personalised medical advice before attempting to become pregnant.
I've also added some free to access resources at the end of this post regarding pregnancy with Ehlers Danlos syndrome.


Just before youngest was born

My Experience


While I am not a medical professional, I can talk about my own experience, as someone with EDS Type III, who has been through two pregnancies. Please feel free to leave your own experiences in the comments as well as they will be helpful to other couples.

At the time of my pregnancies, I did not have a diagnosis of EDS, nor was I seriously affected. In fact, my two children were born 15 years before I fell life-changingly ill with chronic pain.

I had always experienced symptoms at one time or another but as they were transient, by the time I'd decided to visit the doctor they had either disappeared or the doctor wasn't particularly interested. These include unexplained pains that would disappear as quickly as they came, joint pains, neck and back pain, dizzy spells, weird stabbing pains in different parts of my body, cold extremities, weak ankles, low energy, poor sleep and so on.  They just didn't happen, as they do now, all at once and so no one ever put them together into one whole, and even if they had, they probably wouldn't have heard of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome anyway.

If I had realised, I would perhaps have been able to get specialist advice but at the time, EDS was even less known than it is today. Plus, I was working as a television journalist with a new contract with a top agent and I was more concerned with how I was going to manage work and being a mother after the baby arrived.

Hypermobility means that the joints can be loose or unstable and the collagen, which makes up most of the body, is more stretchy than normal. Pregnancy hormones themselves will also increase the elasticity of every expectant mother's body so for someone with EDS, this can mean joints, muscles and ligaments are much more likely to be over-stretched and injured.

Eldest comes home


Early to mid-pregnancy with EDS


Within weeks of being pregnant for the first time, I was suffering with back pain severe enough to send me to A&E. It wasn't regular back pain, but shooting pains and aching in the lower half of my back. As I had previously suffered with back pain, no one was too bothered and the baby was growing well. Very well. I suffered morning/all day nausea and sickness for a while, enough to miss a few days off work, but not too bad.

But the fatigue! It seemed, at times, that the baby was sucking every single ounce of energy out of me. I was working near Tottenham Court Road in London and would stand at the bottom of the steep flight of steps at one of the exits and just look up, wondering how the hell I was going to get up to the top.

In the end, I had to stop work at 6 months pregnant. A 12-10pm shift reading pan-European TV news bulletins may seem like a cushy number, but not when you're hefting around an unceasingly active growing human inside you.
As soon as I knew I was pregnant, I began to use lots of moisturising lotion on my abdomen to stave off the dreaded prospect of stretch-marks. Little did I know at the time, but having stretchy skin comes in rather handy when you're pregnant. I had always thought that making sure I remained oilier than a tanker spill was the reason I didn't end up with a single stretch mark after two babies. However, when EDS finally engulfed me in my forties and I consulted the eminent Prof. Rodney Grahame, he asked if I had developed stretch marks in pregnancy. When I said no, he laughed excitedly, “Ha ha! He said, why do you think that was? Because of EDS!” A small comfort, I suppose, but a comfort nonetheless. However I have heard of some women whose body became criss-crossed with stretchmarks, so as with many “spectrum” type conditions – when you've met one person with EDS- you've met one person with EDS. In other words, you can't generalise. Those women may in fact have a type other than hEDS. 

 Of more concern to me at the time, was that we had a "double" blood test and we were called in because the test indicated an elevated risk of Down's syndrome. Did we want an amniocentesis? My partner and I discussed it and decided that on comparing the risk of miscarriage with the chance of DS, we would not go ahead with the test. If our child had Down's, so be it, he would still be ours.



Youngest with his splint for unstable hips worn for 10 weeks

Late pregnancy with EDS

Not long after I stopped working at six months pregnant, moving about at all became very difficult. The baby was growing rapidly and his weight was pushing down on my pelvis. I became unable to walk far without a lot of pain. Getting in or out of the car required my husband helping me in or dashing around to the passenger side to haul me out, laughing, "I'm a comin' Lambsy.." as he scooted round the car.

The problem was Pubis Symphysis Dysfunction, which is when the pelvis over-softens from progesterone and causes pain and instability from the weight of the baby. It usually resolves after the birth but it was one more easily missed sign.



Sheepdog, with his Lambsy


Meanwhile two months before the birth was our wedding day! You might think we'd left it a bit late, but this baby wasn't expected - we had only been together for a short time - but I really wanted to be married before he arrived. The day was long but wonderful and of course, we couldn't go on a big honeymoon. We promised ourselves one at a later date. 18 years on, we still haven't been because raising two sons with autism is pretty all-consuming, especially when you get tired easily (even though I didn't know why at the time)


Here he comes. I said here he comes! Come on!


By my due date on 22nd November, I was desperate for this baby to come out. He, however, was quite happy in my comfy, stretchy body, turning from side to side and sticking a foot out now and again so hard that you could see the outline of his toes. It felt like having an alien inside me.
The date came and went. And then some more days, and some more. I began to feel embarrassed at this failure to appear. I made my husband do three rings on the phone, hang up and then call again so I knew it was him before I would answer it.

I was admitted for an induction on 1st of December. The baby had missed my Dad's birthday, today was my late Grandad's birthday and the 2nd would be my sister, Fiona's birthday. Would it be today? I hoped not actually, as I had shared my birthday, 6th June, with my uncle and it had felt like I had never had a special day all to myself when I was growing up.

The induction medication is given as a pessary, but for me, nothing happened. My husband visited and went home, still nothing but some regular early pains that weren't going anywhere. They gave me an injection of pethidine - it did nothing to make me more comfortable but gave me a huge, painful bruise from the injection - again neither of which is unusual in someone with EDS - if I'd known I had it. I spent the night kept half-awake by the wailing of women whose babies knew that womb time was up and were preparing to emerge into the big bad world. Unlike mine.

Late morning the next day, I was already exhausted from a poor night's sleep. Just as they were preparing to administer a second pessary, my waters broke.

Labour came on so hard I thought I was going to die – no, I was sure of it. My whole body was engulfed in agony and I was moved to a side room as soon as my husband arrived. An epidural was arranged while I enjoyed some gas and air. It didn't help the pain, possibly again, related to the EDS resistance to anaesthetic - but I just didn't care as much as they wheeled me down to the delivery suites giggling and hurting at the same time.

Unfortunately, even though it was a walking epidural, it seemed to slow the labour down and more than 24 hours after full labour had started, the baby was still nowhere near ready to emerge.


In order for a baby to be delivered, the cervix has to dilate (open) and efface (thin) and whether this was as a result of EDS or not, I don’t know, but in me, this process had only occurred fully on one side, not leaving enough room for the baby to exit.

I was exhausted and so was my husband, who was cramming for his accountancy finals in the hospital room in between walking around the corridors with me to try to move things along. First eleven days overdue and now this? Are you kidding?

Finally, it got too much. When I eventually got a midwife who would understand what I was saying - most of the staff were from overseas - a c-section was arranged. My reasoning was that as I was already exhausted, I would not have the energy to push and even now I wasn't sufficiently dilated. I did NOT want anyone using forceps on my baby's head to drag him out, thanks very much. 

At 10:40pm, 32 hours after labour started in earnest, my 8lb 3oz boy was pulled out, kicking and screaming so loudly, even the doctors looked shocked.

I briefly held him, distracted only by the voice of a doctor stitching me up saying, “We’ve got a bleeder here…” What?

I was barely able to believe that this large baby had grown inside of tiny me. I then quickly had to give him to my husband so I could throw up from the effects of the anaesthetic.

Youngest at five months old, first Christmas

Caesarean a mistake?


I have since wondered if it was a mistake to opt for a c-section, given what was to ensue, but after a day and a half of fruitless labour, I felt there was little choice to avoid the dreaded forceps. I would rather be cut open than have that happen to him. 

So why a mistake, when there was really no choice?

My second baby, 19 months later, was also a c-section. We did try labour but the same failure to efface and dilate was happening. The doctor later noted that I had the formation of some adhesions in the abdominal cavity from the first section which had made the second c-section more tricky.

My second child was born with an unstable hip and needed to be in a splint for 10 weeks. Still no one thought of any connections. Both children now have an EDS diagnosis.


Within a year, I was plagued with almost continual abdominal pain and an investigation revealed that the adhesions had spread and were sticking all my internal organs together. Adhesions, or scar tissue, are very common in EDS (which I still didn't know I had).

Youngest had suffered from Reflex Anoxic Seizures from the age of 13 months so I didn't have a lot of time to think of myself and why this pain was happening. On top of this, my older son who had made his embarrassingly late arrival, was making up for it by walking at nine and a half months old, and now dashed everywhere head on, resulting in numerous trips to the hospital to be stitched up again.

No more babies...


To try to resolve the pain, the only option seemed to be more surgery. This time, a hysterectomy, aged just 35, to remove the spidery adhesions that had welded my inner stomach wall, my bowel, bladder, intestines, uterus and ovaries together. No wonder I was in pain!

It did improve things for a while, but I do wonder if I had had an earlier diagnosis, my maternity care could have been better prepared, potential difficulties might have been foreseen so that more pro-active options for a better labour could have been tried.

At the time of my first delivery, being so big and uncomfortable I just wanted the baby to come out. If I'd had more confidence, I would have avoided going in for an induction and just waited at home for labour to start naturally so I could have been more rested.

It was the fatigue, which plagues my life again today, coupled with poor maternal care in the central London hospital ward, that led to the chain of events ending in my first c-section.
Knowledge is a powerful thing; for people like myself it can mean being able to make informed decisions for our own care and being able to advocate effectively for ourselves (and for our families). I hope that by writing this it may help other women with EDS or who have similar symptoms to know what certain decisions may lead to before they are faced with making them.

Some free to access medical articles about EDS and pregnancy:


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9 Mar 2014

#SilentSunday - Fighting Ehlers Danlos Memory Loss.



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21 May 2013

The vicious three headed dog of EDS, POTS & Chronic Pain

I'm writing this post as part of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome Awareness Month, with which both Youngest and myself have recently been diagnosed, along with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) and Chronic Pain.

It's a fearsome triumvirate rolled into one, like Cerberus, the three-headed mythological dog that guards the entrance to Hades.

I'd like to write something positive about it but there isn't anything, as far as I can see.
In the last six months- in fact, I can now see it was building up for months before that- I have gone from being busy, capable and productive to feeling like a hollowed-out wreck.

I can no longer work a job as my health is too unpredicatable. I have to use a wheelchair to go further than a few yards, which embarrasses my kids, the rest of the time I need a stick to lean on. The simplest tasks use as much energy as a mountainous trek.

Not that I've ever been on a mountainous trek - I now know that I've always had EDS at a low level, undiagnosed, but I thought being low-energy, often dizzy and in a certain amount of pain was pretty normal.

Weak ankles? Slipped Disc and chronic back pain? Painful adhesions? Sore joints? Didn't everyone get this type of thing? You just had to keep going, didn't you, using whatever made you feel better. Which, in my case, is a glass of hot whisky. Sometimes two.

I'm a lifelong gym abandoner. I love the idea, but ten minutes in I'd get dizzy and nauseous so I'd eventually stop going. Now I know this is part of Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, a feature of EDS.

Still I got this far. 46 in a couple of weeks or so. 6th of the 6th (no surprise there, many will say). Married to a very, very understanding man. Had two kids, both, as you know, with Asperger's. I almost certainly have that too. There is some anecdotal evidence the two have some links.

Keep going. Don't give up. Move forward. One day at a time. It's how I was brought up, to just get on with it.

Six months ago, it all blew up in my face. Doing too much, an over-reliance on adrenaline to get through the day, gradually feeling like things were spinning out of my control. Trying to keep on top of everything. I wrote a post here about the Tumble Drier breaking and it being the final straw. I didn't know then how true that was and how that was just the start of my life crumbling catastrophically before everyone's eyes.

I didn't realise back in 2009, just how apt the title of this blog about a life 'Not As Advertised' would become.

I've tried to make adaptations. Put a brave face on it. Laugh at myself so people don't pity me or feel uncomfortable. Pace myself (ha!).

I did a few things last week: Spoke on an SEN panel, hobbled through parents' evening having to explain over and over why I need a stick. Actually I needed a wheelchair, but the venue was on two levels and I was too embarrassed to get it out. I knew it would be a hassle for everyone, so I made do with the stick. Went for dinner with the family on Saturday night, was quite cheerful.

Paid for all that by spending the last three days in bed on Tramadol. Which is usually followed by throwing up, but a period of no pain is worth one session of vomiting.

Everything I try to do takes at least double the time. Talking to people, whether on the phone, online or in person is exhausting, because I put too much into it. It's not the kind of thing you can pace, talking. So I avoid the phone. I avoid people. I prefer to message or email.

I open up my laptop and see many, many unanswered emails. Feel tired all over again. Decide to pace myself by shutting the laptop again.

music
I can still do some things easily: enjoy listening to music (what a life-saver Spotify is for me to find new things to listen to instead of getting stuck in a middle-aged rut. It's not overly social though as most of my friends aren't on it!).

I still write, though less, and I can still read, though for shorter periods.

I can do some things with help: Cook and do some things in the house (see this post)

Now I've got a disability parking badge, I can go to occasional SEN meetings more easily. But the fact that I had to apply for one in 2013 when in 2012 I was "flying" is almost incomprehensible.

I still have my boys and my husband. There are no words to describe how wonderful my husband has been and how bad I feel for being so useless in return.

I have a few friends and even fewer family members who manage to be supportive without being pitying, which I would hate. Those few people (who should know who they are) manage it perfectly. I'm sure they feel bad for me, but they don't treat me as a sad case and they allow me to feel I still have something to give to them too. This is important to me.

My kids, well who knows? Eldest has made no allowances. He doesn't like change and so is ignoring that anything has changed.

Youngest also has EDS and POTS and, like me, is still going through testing/treatment. Youngest was diagnosed first although I knew I had similar symptoms. It was only when they blew up in my face that I was forced to do acknowledge that this wasn't normal, actually.
I need to protect both my children and ensure they get everything they need. Ah, I still have a purpose, a reason not to give up.

But living for myself? That involves finding 'new ways forward', I have been advised.
I'm an old dog; not sure new tricks are my thing. Is the alternative worse? For others around me, yes. Not for me. For now, that will have to be enough.

Some useful links:
Join the RareConnect EDS Community
Join EDS-UK
Join The Hypermobility Association
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