My husband was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of an adult onset Leukodystrophy called HDLS - Hereditary Diffuse Leukoencephalopathy w/ axional Spheroids.
Because of it's rare nature many people do not know what it is, how it has impacted his life, and the measures that were taken in order to get a diagnosis. In and of itself that does not sound too awful, until I try to explain to yet another person, another doctor or a member of a medical team in the ER., exactly what is wrong with him.
Trying to explain a rare disease and answer the question that everyone asks ... how do you know what it is and how is it diagnosed, with some of the forms of Leukodystrophies, can seem impossible.
I have come up with a way of explaining the incomprehensiveness. It goes like this:
Imagine if you will putting together a human jigsaw puzzle. Piece by piece, you examine every part, matching the pieces together and locking them into place. The puzzle has many pieces, and some of those pieces have no particular form in the beginning. We put all that we can together, and then set off the pieces of the puzzle that we are unsure of, until they develop and present to us a shape .. then we try to place it. Once we get our human puzzle together, with whatever missing components that we have set off to the side, we are able to see what is taking shape. Hopefully, we eventually have all the pieces together.
Once we do that we sit back and take a breath. Satisfied that we have something that we can identify. But that victory is short lived, because then, we begin to see it coming apart. Sometimes it is one piece that deteriorates and falls away. Other times it is a cluster of pieces that come off, often so fast that we do not see it happening. But make no mistake, the pieces will deteriorate, and the pain that we experience watching our loved one come apart is devastating.
My husband is rapidly progressive, and degenerative disappearing before my eyes.
Leukodystrophy in any form is a cruel debilitating Thief In The Night. It steals away the very essence of life. There is nothing good about it, except that the disease will eventually end the suffering of the person afflicted.
For those of you that are dealing with this type of disease and yet have no diagnosis... God bless you each and every time you have to explain.. why.. and what is wrong.




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