I have been a rosacea suffer now for 6 years. I remember it almost as
if were just yesterday when it first began. Yet now as I look back,
it seems like an eternity.
In February of 1997 was when I first began my skin starting to lose
it's texture. My cheeks would get red for no apparent reason. At that
time the redness never lasted for long periods of time, but once I
finally decided to go to several
dermatologists, all of whom which diagnosed me differently... all
with something else other then rosacea. By the time I seen another
dermatologist, right before Christmas that same year, trying to get
to the bottom of this, to find out what it was,
then do something about it, my rosacea had moved into the next
stages. You see sometimes rosacea starts off mild
and can stay that way for many years and sometimes it can go from
mild to moderate or even severe without a
moment's notice.
To this day, I believe mine was brought on by tremendous stress which
was brought on by my only son when he was
in his early twenties. Although, I hate to admit this because he is
my only child, I think he is the responsible party for
causing my rosacea to come to the surface.
At last in December of 1997, I was finally diagnosed. I was actually
relieved, because by this time, when I visited the
doctor who diagnosed me with by now... full blown rosacea... now it
was no longer mild, but had gone to severe. Upon my visit with her,
my face was horribly red and had a few papules and pustules. I was
totally ignorant on the subject, but
put my trust in this particular doctor to help me. After all, she
said she sees cases of rosacea all the time. The good
news being, it could be treated with medication successfully. Within
my first appointment with her, she gave me a
prescription for metro cream, plus wrote me out a prescription also
for a very potent steroid and also an antibiotic called
minocycline. She explained how to use each of the prescribed
medications and then told me to give it some time and
come back for a follow up treatment in two months.
My husband and I stopped by the drug store on the way home and got my
prescriptions filled. That night I began my course of treatment,
which began my misery of horrible fears and nightmares that have
seemed on going ever since.
Within a weeks time my rosacea seemed as if it had disappeared
completely. I thought this medication was some kind
of miracle drug to take away that much redness so quickly. I was
actually fine upon my follow up in February. All the self confidence
I had lost completely within those months, I had slowly regained
again. Now I could finally get on
with my life and stop worrying so much about what was going on. All I
needed to do was use this medication for the
rest of my life and that would put an end to my problem.
By April of the following year, my face had gone from being what
seemed as if it had been under control to even much worse then when I
had gone to the doctor who diagnosed me the year before. Now I was no
longer in the severe stages but the very severe and final stages of
rosacea. I couldn't imagine what I had done wrong! I was still doing
the exact
same thing I had been doing all along, until one morning when I woke
up, my face was redder then an apple. I also
noticed, not only was my face incredibly red, but now I had all these
horrible little acne bumps all over my face, not only were they in
the areas of my face that were red, but I had them in other places
too. At this point, my face became
very painful to the touch. I could hardly stand to even wash my face
because it was so painful, plus every time I
looked into the mirror, I began crying hysterically. Also within
those few months, my rosacea had not only become so out of control
and had moved to such severity, but it had also moved to my ears and
now also my eyes.
I finally decided to do a little research on my own. Later
discovering that it was the steroid I was put on twice daily for 6
months that had actually caused the progression of my disease. I
looked and looked for other dermatologists not only in my area but in
the surrounding areas as well, but getting appointments were so
difficult and I needed an appointment right
away. I had to find out what I was suppose to do and come to some
kind of understanding how a doctor... any
doctor could put me on a medication without telling me and of course
being uneducated at the time, I didn't know, nor did I ask. I thought
after all, she was the professional, therefore, I was putting all my
faith in her and was doing
exactly what she had told me to do, never imagining in my wildest
dreams it would come to this.
Finally around June of 1998, I went to another dermatologist, who had
told me that my skin had literally become
addicted to the steroid and if I wanted things to improve, I would
have to completely stop any and all usage of this
very potent steroid. Needless to say, I followed his instructions and
did as he told me, never thinking it would
put me into the biggest nightmare of my entire life. I never thought
trying to get off steroids would be so difficult, but my skin had
become so addicted to it by this time, my face went into withdrawal.
Now my skin was not only redder then it was
before, but I had hundreds of tiny bumps all over my face. I was
still using the topical metro cream and taking the
oral antibiotic minocyline,but obviously stopped the steroid
completely. My face now was burning and stinging so bad I could hard
stand it. Also my skin had felt almost as if tiny ants were crawling
all over it 24/7.I lie in bed for 3 months day and night, not
sleeping, but crying from all the terrible pain.
I had always been a very easy going care free person my entire life,
never having any type illness or skin problems.
You know looking back, I never even had so much as a single pimple
when I was a teenager or even when I approached my twenties. I heard
that sometimes in your early twenties your skin can begin to change
and you could
develop some forms of acne.Thats what I thought was happening. But
then again, if it indeed had only been acne,
why was my face SO incredibly red and sore and felt as if it were on
FIRE... not to mention all those tiny ants
crawling all over my face day and night. For the first time in my
life, I had lost all means of my life. I was no longer
in control and my husband who I had married right out of high school,
had gone into denial and thought I was over
reacting. He didn't know how to handle my pain, therefore, felt
helpless to the point, of almost leaving me after
being together for 22 years.
For the next year I spent lying in my bed crying hysterically from
depression, anger from not knowing why I had allowed myself to get to
this point, blaming myself for allowing my life to come to this,
sleeping most of all my days away, never doing anything other then
punishing myself for something I now realize was not my fault.
It was up to the doctor who put me on the steroids to let me know how
harmful they actually could become over
time. Furthermore, it was also up to the doctor who told me to come
off of them immediately, to go off of them
slowly so my skin wouldn't react in such a manner.
After about 6 months passed, and having serious thoughts of taking an
overdose, then on top of that having a terrible
nervous breakdown, and admitting myself to an instution for the
mentally insane. Although, I knew I wasn't crazy, my mind was telling
me otherwise. I needed help, so I was going to get the help I so
desperately needed before it
put an end to my marriage.... and maybe my life as well. It was
actually July 3rd of 1999 when I admitted myself into the hospital.
After talking to a therapist there, he told me he didn't think I was
in the least bit crazy. However, to calm my nerves of depression and
to keep from having suicidal thoughts, he put me on an anti
depressant which I knew I definitely
needed. I spent one night in the hospital, and then was again
revaluated the next day by the same therapist, called
my husband and told him I was fine and ready to come home. What a
joke that was! I was definitely not ready by any means to leave the
hospital.
From that July until the following year, I was completely confined to
my house. Even though when I was first diagnosed I wouldn't leave the
house in fear someone would see me, then when things became even
worse, I couldn't leave my house even if I had wanted to because of
all the pain I was having.
By now my eyes were getting worse by the day. I had gone to see as
many ophthalmologists as dermatologists, at last found one who told
me I had ocular rosacea and that my eyes were so incredibly dry after
running a test on my
moisture level, letting me know I had little or no moisture at all
whatsoever. My eyes were so painful I could barely keep them open.
This particular ophthalmologist tried all sorts of different
treatments to try and get my eyes to
produce the tears that was needed to give me at least some relief. By
looking at them, they looked perfectly
normal, but for eyes that looked normal, they certainly by far did
not feel in the least bit normal to say the least.
Now not only was my face miserable with redness, terrible acne,
burning and stinging 24/7,having to depend on a fan blowing on my
face all day and night, never being able to leave the house for
anything, not even being able to take
care of everyday chores around my house because I had come to realize
that not only stress could cause such
terrible reactions, but so could heat. Nevertheless, I had to go out
into the world to continue to find an answer that
would help my eyes. I was terrified if things had worsened, that
evidently my vision would be lost forever. That's
when my eye doctor finally decided to put punctual plugs into both
upper and lower tear ducts. Then he sent me
almost immediately to a cornea specialist to see if I had any
additional damage to my corneas.
Fortunately, a couple months after seeing the specialist and having
the plugs put into my tear ducts, my eyes began to slowly improve.
I had gone from having little to no moisture in my eyes to having at
least enough to keep my eyes at a comfortable
level. Whereas, on the other hand, my face was still a complete
disgraceful mess and I simply refused to look at
myself in the mirror. Funny how when you try so hard to keep yourself
from looking at yourself, the more you want
to look, if for anything other then to see if things had worsened.
All in all, I was completely and totally helpless,
housebound and a total invalid from doing not only outside
activities, but from continuing my household duties.
Some of the things that would bother me were mostly anything that was
heat related. I remember the first summer I had this disease, my face
was on FIRE all day and night no matter how many fans I kept blowing
on me, which I obviously did to try and alleviate some of the
agonizing pain. Although, our house has central air conditioning, it
was still not
cool enough in the bedroom where we slept, which meant my husband had
to buy an additional air conditioner to try and keep me even cooler
then most. I had to keep my AC set on approximately 68 degrees
throughout the house, and even colder in the bedroom when we slept,
not to mention having to have my fan blowing on my face at night, if
and when I slept. I would normally lie awake crying from all my pain,
but mostly punishing myself for allowing
things to get to this point.
The things I could no longer do I had often taken for granted before
all this began. I was 40 years old now and it was
time for my husband and I to start living our lives after raising our
son, since he was now on his own. Obviously
that's when not only my life came to an immediate halt, but my
husband's as well. Three long years had passed and
I was still suffering from this horrendous disease, still not knowing
what steps to take to make matters better.
Each and every doctor I seen thereafter told me to just avoid all my
triggers and I would be fine. Now that I think back, I have to
actually laugh at the suggestions the medical professionals had
given me thus far. Avoid my triggers!!!!
How do you do that, I often wondered when you literally could not do
anything...nothing at all. I was unable to function as a living
breathing human being because everything that surrounded me had
something to do with heat. It didn't matter if is was the sun just
coming into my windows, the house not being cool enough at 68
degrees, if the clothes dryer was running, the oven was on, which
anymore it rarely ever was, if the stove was on, again, not very
often,
eating any sort of warm meals, taking warm baths, drinking any warm
liquids, didn't matter what they were as long as
they were warm or hot, you could forget it. No more going out doors
in the summer months, no more enjoying all
the activities outside I had once enjoyed such as taking walks with
my husband, riding our bikes for exercise,
playing tennis as a couple, gardening, hiking, sitting out on a warm
spring or summer day.. all those days were long gone. All my meals
had to be eaten cold, after preparing them in the microwave, eating
sandwiches, or salads for what
seemed like a lifetime. I actually had dropped so much weight, I
looked as if I had an eating disorder or even
worse... cancer.
I could no longer bend over to pick anything I had dropped onto the
floor, I couldn't sweep the floor unless my husband was home to hold
the dust pan, I could no longer wear shoes that consisted of tying, I
could no longer
smile or laugh, which I rarely did anyway because of the constant
pain, crying was a nightmare, which became a tremendous part of my
life at
that point... an everyday thing for me... constant crying and
worrying, not being able to figure any of this out.
I couldn't even so much as take out the trash or go to the grocery
story, shopping, get my
haircut, visit family and friends, go to church, restaurants, not
even so much as lie next to my husband in the
bed we had shared for so many years. Hugging and cuddling was
definitely out of the question, which meant no
kissing and without a doubt... no sex life... nothing!!
I could no longer dry my hair, use a curling iron, do any cleaning
around the house, cook, do aerobic exercise, that had always been a
BIG part of my life for as long as I can
remember, be around the clothes dryer, iron my husband's shirts for
work, sleep at night because I literally had
to sit up if and when I did sleep. I would have done anything to have
kept my body temperature at a comfortable level by using fans, ice
packs, wearing light clothes, even in the winter months, chewing on
ice chips, eating ice cream,
even once a time or two, I found myself sticking my head into the
freezer just for some relief. For goodness sake, I couldn't even
brush my teeth without enduring terrible agonizing pain. Of course
there were things I had to do in
order to keep my sanity such as bathing in cold water, washing my
hair in cold water, trying not to get any of the
shampoo on my already sensitive skin, washing my face in cold water,
never knowing what to use on it while washing it
in fear it would make matters worse, brushing my teeth had almost
become a chore as well. Mouthwash would even
cause me to react in some way because of the alcohol. And this was
done to maintain my sanity???
Now I could no longer live my life, participate in any kind of
activities, have an intimate relationship with my
husband, hug any of my family members when they came to see me, my
own son, when he did come around,
never wanted to hug me because he thought I was contagious and sooner
or later he would get this horrible
disease as well. I was restricted from certain foods, drinks, no
caffeine, no chocolate, no sodas, a lot of supplements and
medications would also cause a lot of problems, not to mention soaps,
cleansers, moisturizers, sunscreens, makeup... long gone were the
days of this women ever wearing make up again. Shampoos,
conditioners, hairsprays, cologne and even my husband's after shave
which he had to stop wearing altogether. Even cleaning products would
almost cause problems. This was not living...this was
only existing! Suffering daily, living my so called life in no more
then fear, being afraid to even talk on the phone or sleep at night.
What was left?? My mind was constantly racing, trying to figure out
this mysterious disease that had
taken my life away at the age of 40.
I know longer now have rosacea, now it was so severe it was
considered a vascular disorder of the blood vessels. And if that
wasn't already bad enough, my very best friend of 13 years has
abandoned me completely simply because I
could no longer participate in the things she wanted me to do. She
got so tired of my desperate pleas for help
when I often would call her crying, just to have some one to talk to,
especially on those long lonely days when I was
contemplating suicide. She began ignoring any and all of my emails,
then decided to finally end our friendship,
which obviously threw me into more of a mental state.
Since I have become a member of a support group over the internet,
which later I learned how to research and
educate myself. Nevertheless, every time I poured my heart out to
this large group of people, people I didn't even know, I would have
so many
responses and support, I would sit at my computer and weep, that at
last someone I could talk to that actually
understood. There were so many people out there that were going
through the exact same things that I had been through and were still
going through.
In all conclusion, my husband, although distraught with anger and
frustration as I had been for so many years, became my pillar of
strength. The first year we were on shaky grounds, I never knew from
one moment to the next if he would walk out on me, leaving me alone
to FIGHT this battle alone. Our religious faith has grown like I
never thought imaginable, and the best news of all, I finally found
the doctor who was able to offer help... although, difficult as it
has been these past several years, he has promised in all sincerity
to NEVER give up on me, but mostly he told me to NEVER give up on
myself.
The reason for writing this very important story to you, is to let
you know the importance of this horrible crippling disease, that most
doctors know very little about. I thought it was about time my story
had gone public, in hopes that
new treatments, medications, and possibly even a cure will be in the
very near future.
We as suffers can no longer suffer alone, nor in silence. We MUST ALL
take a stand and allow our stories to be heard
one by one.
I invite whoever is reading this letter, to please take the time to
check out the rosacea support group at: www.rosacea.ii.net just to
let you know exactly how many suffers are actually out there begging
for help.
To sum it all up, I honestly believe getting this story as well as
others out into the public would be the making of a very good story
to be broadcasted on television. I am not asking, I am simply begging
for you to give this a lot of consideration. I would even be willing
to do a personal interview. Please help us to WIN this terrible
battle!!
Ann Blanton