My Quest to Name the Beast That Is MG
With a prevalence of 14-40 cases per 100,000 people in the U.S., myasthenia gravis (MG) is considered a rare disease. Plus, early-onset MG can mimic other diseases like multiple sclerosis, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, and others.
If a patient is one of the “lucky” ones who has autoantibodies indicative of the disease, confirmation of a diagnosis can be as easy as a blood test. But when those tests come back negative, those of us who are seronegative or sero-unknown — meaning such antibodies are insufficient to be detected — are like unicorns in a herd of zebras. Our diagnosis comes with much trial, tribulation, and years of frustration.
Unicorns, zebras, and horses, oh my!
Why zebras and not horses? Medical students are familiar with a saying often used in their education: “When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.” This is why the zebra stripe pattern is used to symbolize rare diseases — people with a rare disease are like a horse of a different color. And it’s why those of us with atypical presentations of these rare diseases feel like unicorns — we’re rare, even among the rare.
The quest begins
My quest to name the beast that was stealing my life began while I was enlisted in the U.S. Army as a combat medic. While deployed to Iraq in 2010, I began having seizures, tremors, unexplained weakness, brain fog, and other issues. Much of it was chalked up to stress, described as psychological in nature, or blamed on conversion disorder (now referred to as functional neurological disorder). While doctors offered various theories about what could have caused all this, actual answers eluded me.
Then, after my medical retirement from the Army in July 2011, the symptoms of MG began to appear, starting with leg weakness.
In April 2012, I began experiencing bilateral leg weakness to the point of requiring mobility aids, including a cane, forearm crutches, and sometimes a wheelchair. I was 28 years old and felt like this beast, whatever it was, was taking my life away.
As time went on, I had neuropsychological evaluations that measured my IQ and cognitive function. I also was referred to psychiatric care and prescribed anxiety and depression meds. I developed dysphagia (difficulty swallowing), dysarthria (difficulty speaking), vision problems including double vision, difficulty breathing, and generalized weakness.
By 30, I was taking 30 pills a day for a variety of ailments and symptoms. My doctors at the time were more concerned about treating the symptoms than finding out if they were related. Eventually, I took matters into my own hands and started doing my own research and asking more questions at every appointment.
In July 2017, I was hospitalized after losing 10 pounds in less than a week from choking on my food and experiencing air hunger, which is a primal urge to breathe. This was also the year I saw an ophthalmologist at a Veterans Affairs (VA) clinic because I had begun to have ptosis (eye drooping).
The beast has a name
That month, I finally received a working diagnosis of myasthenia gravis. The ophthalmologist suggested it as a likely diagnosis that would explain many of the other issues I’d been having.
I asked to try the medication Mestinon (pyridostigmine) to help manage my symptoms, but my neurologist at the VA insisted I first be evaluated by a psychologist specializing in diagnosing conversion disorder.
The conversion disorder speculation was negative, so I began taking Mestinon, which provided some relief. In 2018, seven years after descending the rabbit hole in search of the beast that was causing my symptoms, I finally had a name for it: myasthenia gravis.
I was difficult to diagnose for several reasons. First, my clinical presentation and symptoms progression were atypical. As a rule, legs are typically not the first muscle group to weaken under MG. Second, I tested negative for all known antibodies, so diagnosis had to be made based on clinical presentation and symptom improvement while taking medications. Third, the VA’s overworked doctors have a high caseload and often don’t have time to stay up to date on the most current research for rare diseases. And fourth, I also have a PTSD diagnosis, so symptoms often were blamed on that.
It’s been a long journey to reach a diagnosis, but the sacrifices I’ve made have been worth it. Along the way, I’ve learned many lessons that I can’t wait to share with you all in upcoming columns.
What was your diagnosis journey like? Please share in the comments below.
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