One of my Facebook Forum members, Gina Baker, shared her story recently of living with Mitochondrial Disease. I was so glad she did as I knew very little about it and having a rare disease of my own, I am very keen to raise awareness of other rare diseases.
I asked Gina if she would mind sharing her story on my blog, in the hope we could together, raise awareness of this terrible disease.
I am thrilled to say she said yes.
This is Gina’s story, in her own words. I thank her for allowing us into her world of pain and suffering, so that the light can be shone on Mitochondrial Disease.
The 19th to 25th September is Global Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week.
Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week is here but I and other members of my family will continue to fight this battle for the rest of our lives. For the most part, medically unsupported because of lack of mitochondrial disease symptom awareness and education in the medical field. As with many “rare” conditions, doctors are only trained to recognize the most obvious cases. Most of us “don’t look sick” and our standard work ups look good.
My story is similar to so many suffering from mitochondrial diseases. I became totally debilitated by it in the prime of my life at the age of 33. In the 26 years since then, instead of living, potentially, the most productive, fulfilling years of my life, I have struggled to just keep living. I vacillate between being nearly totally bedridden and being housebound.
From the age of 11 on, I, periodically, suffered from prolonged bouts of unexplained fatigue, malaise, and vague illnesses that were always attributed to a virus, the catchall diagnosis of the time. I missed a lot of school. So much so that for a couple of years of High School, I was threatened with failing, despite keeping honor roll grades, because of the number of days I was absent from school.
As I finished High School and entered College and then the workforce somehow I was able to push through and graduate both High School and College with Honors and excel at my job as a medical laboratory technologist. I guess most of it was just drive but, perhaps, some of my symptoms had abated to a degree.
The symptoms that were eventually diagnosed as mitochondrial disease – failure of my adrenal glands, thyroid, and pituitary led to my collapse in 1992. It would take eight years to be diagnosed with mitochondrial disease. In addition to profound, debilitating fatigue, muscle weakness and pain, and frequent episodes of lactic acidosis, since then I have also developed heart failure and breathing problems due to weak breathing muscles and diaphragm weakness and have been told by my doctors that I could end up on a ventilator.
In late June of 1992 my life changed almost overnight. I went from being a dancer who danced and taught classes 3 or 4 hours a day 3 or 4 days a week and a medical laboratory technologist working in a busy hospital that supported my “dance habit”, as my workmates liked to joke, to not being able to get out of bed and go to work.
I remember the exact day I couldn’t get up – July 7, 1992. I had been on vacation for a week that was mostly spent in bed. On Monday, I did not know what was wrong, but something dreadfully was. I had never felt so profoundly fatigued and fearful in my life. My body just wouldn’t work.
This disease destroys lives and families. It is multigenerational. The sick are often left caring for the sick as in my mother’s and my case.
My maternal grandmother suffered greatly from it with extreme GI problems and heart problems. My uncle spent the last 25 years of his life bedridden and died from it. My mother’s life and energy have been severely compromised by it.
I started having intermittent symptoms at age 11. I thought since I had no children, this life destroying, unknown until I was diagnosed, illness would end with me. However, that may not be the case. My siblings carry the defect from my mother. Their children can be affected and, at least, one seems to be. People remain undiagnosed in large part because of the lack of awareness among doctors, the lack of specialists in mitochondrial medicine and the difficulty of diagnosis and inadequacies in diagnostics.
I don’t think help will come for me in my lifetime, but I continue to advocate and take the fight for awareness to whomever I can for the next generations in my family. I do not want anyone else in my family to become a statistic of the dozens of children, adolescents, and young adults who die every day from this disease along with those of us who live such poor quality lives and die, agonizingly, slowly.
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7 thoughts on “Shining The Light On Mitochondrial Disease”
Gina, thank you for sharing. I knew nothing about this and you have educated another person.
I’m glad to hear that. Thank you for reading my story.
Gina, Thank you for telling your story. Lesley
It’s lovely to “meet” you Gina, and thank you for sharing this with us, Sam.
I’m so sorry to read of what you’ve been through and continue to live with, Gina. I’m sadly not surprised it took so many years for a diagnosis, or how things have snowballed, such as with the weak muscles and problems breathing. I have similar issues and it’s shocking just how far the knock-on effect goes. Thank you for raising awareness of a condition that’s still not that well known about in the general public sphere, and I’m sure many doctors would likewise benefit from reading this! xx
Thank you for reading my story. I’m sorry you’ve had a similar diagnostic experience.
I am just now seeing this, Sam. I looked earlier in the week, but I guess not hard enough. Thank you so much for sharing my story. I so appreciate it. I know you have troubles of your own, Awareness matters so much. Every person that reads someone’s story, may recognize themselves or someone they know in it. It may point them in the direction of an accurate diagnosis.