Stephanie Buxhoeveden – Nurse practitioner
Life is going to challenge you at some point, it’s going to hand you something unfair, it’s going to take something from you, it’s going to interfere with your plans. When this happens, you have a few choices: deny, cope, or thrive.
I’m here today to tell you my story, or at least, my story so far. I was 25 years old, a neurological intensive care nurse and enrolled in an extremely competitive graduate program where I was studying how to be a nurse anesthetist, that’s people who give anesthesia in the operating room. The program accepts fewer than 25 people per year, and I had worked really hard in order to earn my spot. To top it all off, this is what I did in my downtime in order to relax.
One day while I was working out my right foot fell asleep, and it never woke back up. Then, over the next week, the numbness that started in my foot, began to spread up both of my legs. I brushed it off hoping that it was just a sports injury. Maybe I had pinched a nerve while weightlifting. And I knew that if it was anything more serious than that, I was not prepared to face it just yet. The truth was that I saw the devastating effects of neurological disease every day at work, and I refused to see myself as anything but young and invincible so I swept it under the rug, and I kept going at the breakneck pace that I was so accustomed to.
And then, before I knew it, the big day came. I was finally giving anesthesia for the first time as a student. I had spent months cooped up in a classroom, I could not wait to put my new skills to the test. I didn’t know it at the time, but everything would change that day. In the locker room at the hospital I fumbled trying to get my completely numb legs into my surgical scrubs.
And as I tightened the drawstring of my pants, I realized I had no feeling from the waist down, but still, I pressed on. The students were expected to arrive at the hospital early and prepare the equipment before the day officially began at 7 am. It was still hours before the sun would come up and patients would start to arrive, so I had the serene, sterile operating room all to myself, but inside, things were getting a lot worse for me: I lost the feeling in my right arm, the ability to move my right hand, my vision became nothing but a blur of bright fluorescent lights. It’s then, at that point, unable to see straight, use my dominant hand or feel three quarters of my body that even I had to admit that something was very wrong. I somehow made my way back to the locker room, and I called my teacher.
She told me to go to the emergency room immediately which was only a few floors below my feet, but I couldn’t even make it to the elevator. “Stay there” she told me, “I’m only a couple of minutes away, I’m coming to get you.” So I sat, and I waited. And as I did, I looked down at my very first pair of surgical scrubs, which to me represented the first step towards a career I had worked so hard for. And I tried to convince myself that this is just me caving under the pressure of a really important day.
But in my heart I knew, I knew there was something much, much more ominous than that. I walked into the hospital that morning as a provider, but I didn’t walk back out for over a week. When I did, I left as a patient. My hospital admission was full of spinal taps, and MRI scans, IV infusions, and painful tests. When the results came back it was official: I was one of 23 million people worldwide living with multiple sclerosis. There’s no cure for MS, in fact, we don’t even really know what causes it.
There’re treatments for some types of MS but they don’t reverse damage that has already been done, they’re not guaranteed to work, and they come along with some serious, sometimes even deadly, side effects. It’s the most common neurological disease in young people, most often striking in one’s 20s or 30s when most of us are in the primes of our lives. Like a lot of 25 year olds, I was busy finishing school and starting my career, planning my wedding.
MS was not part of my 5-year plan. It’s an autoimmune disease of the brain and the spinal cord. Normally, our immune system functions keep us alive, but in the human body, the line between healthy and sick is often perilously thin. The same life sustaining immune system can turn against us and the results are disastrous. For reasons not wholly understood, in people who have MS, the immune system begins to attack our nerves.
Nerves link the brain and the spinal cord to the rest of the body, allowing them to communicate back and forth via electrical and chemical signals. Much like this wire that needs insulation in order to conduct electricity, a nerve needs insulation in order to conduct its signals. In the human body this insulation is called myelin. Now, picture this wire as the cable that goes to a television. If it were to be damaged, or cut, your nice HD picture would go away.
Well, MS is sort of the same situation. Immune cells target and destroy the myelin insulation around nerves, leaving the inner wiring of the nerve exposed. Some signals make it through, but overall, the nerve is frayed and unreliable. Over time, scar tissue forms around these damaged nerves, creating permanent lesions that we can actually see on MRI scans. Now, a damaged TV cable might give you static, but because nerves control every movement and process all sensory information in the body a damaged nerve can cause a huge variety of problems.