The Whispered Roar – a Column by Shawna Barnes

An MG exacerbation lands me in the hospital again

It all started during a regular intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) infusion, part of my routine dance with myasthenia gravis (MG). I was mid-infusion when my eyelids started doing the gravity tango and my ability to speak and swallow took a nosedive. Drooping, choking, and that unmistakable MG weakness crept in…

Learning to recognize the signs and symptoms of stress

I used to think stress always looked like a dramatic meltdown. You know, ugly crying, yelling into a pillow, eating a bag of cheese curls while binge-watching trashy TV. (Been there, no regrets.) But stress is sneakier than that. She doesn’t always knock loudly. Sometimes she’ll tiptoe in wearing…

Riding the wave of euphoria that follows my IVIG infusions

Note: This column describes the author’s own experiences with intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) infusions. Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. The week, after my cousin’s wedding, I had an intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG) infusion scheduled — and thank…

Family, fatigue, and the fine art of showing up

A week ago, I packed up my cane, wheelchair, and excitement and hit the road for a cousin’s wedding. It was a six-hour drive each way, the kind of road trip that used to feel impossible when my myasthenia gravis (MG) was more unpredictable. But now that we’re settled…