“Give us this day, our daily Preds”
If there is one unequivocal truism that I have learned about Sarcoidosis, it is that the disease is rarely seen in public without its conjoined evil twin; the corticosteroid drug: Prednisone. And if there is one truth that I have learned about Prednisone, it is that it makes most people as miserable (and, in some cases, arguably more miserable) than Sarcoidosis itself.
I remember my relief at first finding out my instant-cancer was actually a funky sounding thing called Sarcoidosis (insert knowing grumbles here.) As I recuperated at home from my game of surgical “tag-you're-it” with my mediastinal lymph nodes, I looked up Sarcoidosis on the computer and happily announced to my wife that it was nothing to concern ourselves about, and even if it was more than the prophetic 36-month-til-permanent remission (insert raspberries here) all I would have to do is pop a few ‘corticosteroids’ (ie: Prednisone/Prednisolone) and I would be right as rain. (insert bitter laughter here.)
Oh yeah… I was blissfully ignorant.
Here we are some four years later and I am very glad that I had the good fortune to not need to take Prednisone and the good mind to read up on it before my beloved doctor Do-Very-Little had a chance to load up a Marty Moose PEZ dispenser with the jagged little pills and tuck them happily in the pocket of my backless gown. And all because the greasy aftermarket maintenance book on my make and model says that’s what your supposed to do when confronted by sar-coy-doh-ssssss-is. A disease he had to look up after I taught him how to pronounce it.
Frankly, what I read about Prednisone scared the living bejesus out of me. Here we are some four years later, and after reading your testaments (both good and bad) about this nefarious drug… it still scares the bejesus out of me. And, maybe, the Jesus into me, as I fall on my knees and thank the Lord that I am not that bad off to need the heavy hand of Prednisone intervention.
As I have mentioned in other articles that I have written on the subject, I understand that Preds can be a lifesaver for those in the worst throes of Sarcoidosis. But I also believe that it is prescribed too readily… too easily. And as anyone who has weaned off or tried to wean off them, knows; they are next to impossible to kick without several homicides and a parking ticket involved.
The bad wrap that Preds get is well deserved; as well-deserved as its ability to often beat Sarcoidosis inflammation back into whatever fetid hole it crawled out of. So what is it; knight in shining armor? Or is it more akin to Dr. Jekyl; healing your little Sarkie bottom just before feasting on it as Mr. Hyde.
Certainly the laundry list of Prednisone side effects; both starting; continuing; and weaning; are a little shop of horrors in itself. I read your comments day after day on the subject. And often it sounds as if there is a terrible tag-team match going on; Prednisone tagging in to reap havoc with your body while Sarcoidosis heads off to the locker-room for a Lucozade.
The most unnerving aspect is that Prednisone seems to hit with the ol’ one-two; both physical and mental yokes that creep up so insidiously slow, that by the time one sees one’s new prednisone-self in a mirror; you would half be expecting an episode of Messing with Sasquatch.
But if that were not enough, at least Big Foot does not bawl like a little girl after the toast falls butter down. Or makes the pimple-faced kid at the local hamburger joint wear a strawberry shake because he called you Sir in spite of your hairy bra. I have a very good friend here that is a medical professional, understands the nuances and science behind prednisone use; and regardless of all that, still nearly went Jack Nicholson on his wife for leaving the toilet seat down while he was weaning off Preds. Ain’t that a switch?
My heart goes out to all of you that struggle with Prednisone use. The frustration in your letters and notes is palpable and bitter. Its hard enough to endure Sarcoidosis, but then, to endure the side effects of Prednisone on top of all that is tantamount to being a prisoner. The effects of Prednisone to make Sarcoidosis bearable and the heavy ball of its side effects hobbling what little life has been saved.
I have received a number of messages to create some concepts to help people vent and express their frustration about Pred use; almost as many as about Sarcoidosis. So that family and friends can see the inner struggle that that jagged little pill causes everyday. I have tried to quantify your stories and anecdotes into a few designs; the ones you see here, and more on the way.
As I have said before, it is most important to shout our frustrations from the rooftops; it is not enough to quietly endure. Dad was right; the squeaky wheel gets the oil. And as far as I’m concerned, Prednisone is part of the Sarcoidosis problem, not the solution. Join me in making some squeaky noise about our cause.
C'mon! Squeak with me!
— My name is theGardener; I have two dogs, a cat, and sarcoidosis.
p.s.. I have an addendum here; sorry I forgot. In the late 80's I had a bout of Bells Palsy (looking back, probably an undiagnosed Sarc symptom at the time) and was treated with a Prednisone "burst pack." I do remember the Doc telling me that I must finish all the pills... especially "all of them or else." Ominous. I guess I am not Pred-free after all. Who knew?
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