June 2013

Can Michael Douglas Lick His Way Out of This One?

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Poor ol’ Michael Douglas. The 68-year-old Hollywood actor, famous for blockbuster movie roles in which he portrays average Joes who get suckered into having dangerous sex with horny, evil women, recently stimulated the press with some delicious lip service.

When asked by The Guardian if he regretted the years he spent smoking and drinking that might’ve led to his recent Stage 4 bout with throat cancer, Michael decided to go the TMI route and reply, “No, because this particular cancer is caused by HPV, which actually comes about from cunnilingus.”

Shhh!  Did you hear that noise? That was the sound of his wife’s vagina, owned by gorgeous film star Catherine Zeta-Jones, snapping shut as firmly as a 1980’s Trapper Keeper.

But wait, Catherine! His days kneeling at your “altar” might not be done yet! He then followed through with this slip of the tongue: “But this cancer is cured by more cunnilingus. It giveth and it taketh.”

What a trouper. He GIVES a licking AND keeps ticking! Hip! Hip! Hooray? Hell NO!

The fact that Michael Douglas was once a pack-a-day smoker and was rumored to still be lighting up during his eight-week course of chemo and radiation treatment (much to his doctors’ dismay) seem to be insignificant details in his arrogant mind. According to him, his suffering was directly caused by all those Hooha Adversaries just jones’ing for some greedy pleasure! Even worse, what if all these Bitch-villains were only faking orgasms?? Michael the Martyr almost died IN VAIN!

Of course, this news story, wet and gorged with drama, won’t obliterate his acting career, just as the disease hasn’t killed the man. He’ll continue to land all those dope-with-a-dick roles, while Hollywood’s everlasting sexist, ageist plight will force all the older female actresses to battle the great Helen Mirren for the one or two juicy acting bones they get thrown. However, if as many method actors do, Douglas really delves into the psyche of his most current role — the legendary and notorious gay pianist Liberace — Michael will be licking something completely different. The media — and the entire world — wait with bated breath for the breaking news that he got his blight from some overblown BJ.

And if his current career ever does seem in jeopardy of becoming anti-climactic, I’m sure the Gardasil company will scoop him up to be their golden poster boy faster than a teen boy in his father’s car’s backseat car can find his girlfriend’s clitoris.

After all, SOMEONE needs to come to the rescue of that boy fatale! Our hero Mr. Douglas can snatch the boy’s tongue before it meets future doom — some villainess’s vajayjay — then guide him to his salvation!

And I think I speak for all women when I say truthfully: I can’t think of any better way to kill a man.

Addendum

Although we poke fun at Mr. Douglas’ slip of the tongue, we wish him and his family good health and continued recovery from his bout with oral cancer. It should be noted, that Mr. Douglas’ assertion that some oral cancer’s are linked to the HPV virus is correct. Additionally, the spouses of men with oral cancer, even with those whose cancer is linked to the HPV virus, generally do not carry the HPV virus themselves. Many oral cancers are also triggered or exacerbated by smoking and drinking.

Menopause and the Body Fat Blues

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Postmenopausal weight gain is a common problem for many women. Most suspect it has something to do with declining or changing hormones, but the mechanisms have remained unclear. Fat, researchers are learning, is not merely the inert blob we thought it was, but a complex endocrine organ capable of initiating and maintaining its own growth. Not good news for those of us who carry an over abundance of this cushy substance.

In a recent study measuring the mechanisms of subcutaneous thigh fat storage it was learned that the enzymes that direct whether we store or burn fat are re-regulated post menopause, presumably by hormone changes. Called adipocyte fatty acid storage factors, these proteins determine whether and how much fat is burned or stored. For post menopausal women, not only are there more post meal fatty acids but more fat is stored. What was interesting was the mechanism. There were no differences between the pre- and post- menopausal enzymes that broke down the fats (lipoprotein lipase), meaning the capacity to burn it remained unchanged. What changed was the capacity to store it.

The researchers found the two enzymes that determine fat storage rates (adipocyte acyl-CoA synthase and dicylglycerol acyltransferase) were significantly upregulated in postmenopausal women. Why they were upregulated was not clear. The standard presumption was made that declining ‘estrogen’ concentrations must somehow regulate the fat storage enzymes, but none of the estrogens were measured.

In a similar study looking at the role androgens and fat storage in men (diagnosed hypogonadal – low testosterone and eugonadal – ‘normal’ testosterone men), researchers found the hypogonadal men exhibited upregulated fat storage factors in the femoral area (butt and thigh). The pattern was consistent to that observed in postmenopausal women. Since neither testosterone, the other androgens or estradiol and other estrogens or even progesterone hormones were measured in either study, it is unclear which hormones or hormone patterns impact these fatty acid storage factors. What is clear, however, is that aging, whether chronological or endocrine, seems to increase fat storage.

Not Endometriosis. Now What?

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I was functioning under the assumption that I had endometriosis. It seemed the most likely disease based in the information given me by my doctors. I underwent a diagnostic laparoscopy and waited for my surgeon to follow up with me.

It’s Not Endometriosis

As it turns out, I don’t have endometriosis and my internal structures appear normal. I’ve been referred to a pain management specialist. It has been suggested that I might see a neurologist as well. “If we can’t find the cause, we can at least treat the symptoms. You may have a rare form of cystitis, or you may not. Please try to focus on the good news: you don’t have cysts or tumors or scar tissue,” said my surgeon. I admit I was very disappointed in a strange way. It’s the very human need for an explanation. Without a known cause, how can we stop this from returning again?

Four days after surgery, I got food poisoning. I recovered after five days.

However, now I am terribly dizzy and have severe fatigue. Is it related to the endometriosis-like abdominal pain or something else? I can barely stay awake. In fact, I sleep most of the day and night. It’s not sleepiness. I simply cannot stay conscious. I’m always hungry and eating, but I’m losing weight slowly. There is ringing in my ears on and off. I find myself confused by simple tasks. I tried to fry an egg on a good day and found I couldn’t lift the pan. I’ve fainted twice last week: once after a blood draw, and once just in my home after a stressful conversation.

My general practitioner has run blood tests for anemia, vitamin deficiency, diabetes, and thyroid disorders, as well as a comprehensive blood count. He also told me that most of the time, when trying to diagnose fatigue and dizziness, these blood tests come back normal. I should be prepared to search for other answers. Diabetes and thyroid disorders run in my family, and I’m really hoping it’s easily found out so I can find treatment soon. My ears were checked for infection, and they appear fine. He also suggested that it could be severe depression, but I’m not so sure. I’ve had depressive episodes before, and while I was sluggish and slow to make decisions, I wasn’t this dizzy or weak.

Symptoms that Led Us to Suspect Endometriosis

As for the pelvic pain, it started in late November, very sharp and stabbing on the right-hand side over my ovary over the course of two days, growing rapidly more painful. The ER docs said it was a ruptured ovarian cyst, and noted that when pressed, my left ovary was very tender and painful as well.

That pain was supposed to heal in three to five days and just didn’t, growing less stabbing. It was a constant ache, day and night, for four months over my right lower quadrant with intermittent sharp cramping. When pressed, my left lower quadrant was just as painful, but didn’t throb or cramp on its own.

A course of progesterone halved the pain. Birth control dampened it a bit more. Hot baths and heating pads also helped somewhat. Exercise made it much worse, as did standing and walking for even short periods or leaning over. Pelvic exams and ultrasounds also hurt very much. Going to the restroom hurt terribly.

What really helped was removing the benign tumor in my colon. Some of the pain had been very bad intestinal cramping throughout my abdomen. I have most of my mobility back now. Occasionally, it will feel like there are hot, throbbing points in my pelvis for about three to six hours at a time, usually on the right side. Advil, a heating pad or ice pack, and lying very, very still help.

Also, since November, my periods have been dreadful. Terrible cramps like I’ve never had, and the week before and after my period, I’m very tender throughout my pelvis and it feels like I’ve thrown my lower back out. They never used to be this way.

After the laparoscopy, where everything was found normal, I had sharp, hot throbbing for several days over my right ovary again. The surgeon said she has no explanation except for perhaps a very uncommon form of interstitial cystitis, but I don’t have half of those symptoms. Sitting in a moving car and long walks cause a sharp ache on the right side of my pelvis, but it isn’t constant like it was for three months beforehand. The pelvic pain comes and goes, and it’s about one-third of its former intensity. I don’t know what would cause it to come back full force and constantly, but I hope it never does.

After seven months of poor health, I’m baffled by all my tests returning normal. If it’s not endometriosis, then what is it? If these tests come back normal, I’m not sure what other steps to take.

Physical Pain and Depression

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Physical pain and depression go hand in hand. I’m not looking at any studies when I write this; I’m speaking from experience.

I spent three months between 4 and 9 on the pain scale. When palpated or touched anywhere below my ribs, I would involuntarily shriek and tear up. In pictures taken during that time, my skin was greyish and covered in a sheen of sweat. I was losing ten pounds a month. Specialists and primary care doctors would frequently say, “You shouldn’t be in this much pain. Your pain level is rather high,” and I would have no explanation for them. “I am in this much pain. I don’t know why. Let’s find out together.”

One explanation offered from my first gyno was that because I am severely allergic to all effective painkillers, meaning opiates and opioids, that the experience of moderate daily pain was causing sensitization. Because there was no relief, even temporarily, from pain, my body was becoming more sensitive each week, driving my pain up the scale. It’s a positive feedback cycle. Daily moderate pain started to feel like daily severe pain simply because there was no break from it. I developed an ulcer from the stress of the pain, which means I couldn’t take NSAIDS due to stomach bleeding, but they wouldn’t have done much anyway.

The gastroenterologist said that stress was making my pain worse. If constant pain makes you stressed and the pain gets worse, your stress increases too. He encouraged me to try meditation and breathing exercises, and they do help somewhat.

Pain touches the body and mind in an obviously negative way, but the worst part was depression. There was a definite pattern to the decline in my emotional health, and it had to do with hope of a solution and a return to normal life. The longer I waited for a diagnosis, the more depressed I became. The more research I did, I realized that I may spend my life in chronic pain, spending a lot of money on medical bills, with little hope of relief until menopause. No one could help with the pain, it seemed, because I couldn’t take anything for it. My mood worsened.

One month after starting the birth control, I told my gyno that I thought the pill was making me depressed. I’d been having uncontrollable and unexpected crying jags for seemingly no reason, and I’d read that depression was a possible side effect of some brands of birth control. He gently told me that this class of birth control doesn’t have depression as a possible side effect; others do, but not this one. He asked if I had a history of mental illness, and I said yes, but I’d been stable for four years. He said that I was under a lot of stress and undergoing quite a lot of pain. It would be unusual not to be depressed, and also that four years of stability is about the average, and I was due for a relapse and a medication adjustment. My partner reminded me that I’d been bedridden in the same room for months, experienced intense daily pain, had taken a very long leave from my fulfilling job, and wasn’t able to walk or exercise. Anyone would fall into a depression in my shoes.

I moved in with relatives so that my partner could focus on work. It’s very draining emotionally to take care of someone who is bedridden and in a lot of pain, not to mention lapsing into depression. I thought it would be easier for both of us.

I focused on all the things I could do when I could walk again, like go back to work, go walking in the park, go to karaoke with my friends, go out to dinner with my partner, and go to galleries and plays. I would watch foreign movies on Netflix and fantasize about eating regularly again: pastry, Thai food, German food, sushi … and later dream about food that wasn’t broth, gelatin and Metamucil.

The week of my colonoscopy, I experienced a huge emotional blow due to problems within my relationship, and my depression worsened. I stopped sleeping through the night and spent about two days in a series of panic attacks. I saw my doctor and he adjusted my medication, but I’m still trying to cope with this stress. Prolonged illness was bad enough, but I had hope that when the treatments were over, I could return to my happy home and life as usual. It’s not as easy as that now.

I spent a few weeks crying in supermarkets and drug stores, crying when I would hear familiar songs, staying up for all but one or two hours a night struggling with panic attacks, trying desperately to fake normal emotional levels and not being able to do so. I even cried onto a phlebotomist who wouldn’t stop asking personal questions (She was prying and pretty much asked for tears on her jacket). Isolation drove me to reach out on social media. I admitted that I wasn’t doing so well and needed help. As hard as that was to admit, many people came forward to offer support. A few messaged me every night, all night if the need was there, and I am eternally grateful for them. If you can manage the vulnerability of admitting you need help, you will find it.

Questions about the future regarding livelihood, health, and romance don’t lead down cheerful trains of thought. I dearly hope I don’t lose my job, or a long series of jobs, due to this disease. How does anyone reasonably manage a romantic relationship with this particular type of chronic pain? Do we demand that our partners be celibate when we are, no matter the duration? Do we acknowledge that our needs and wants are different when one person is frequently ill, and they are allowed outside sexual encounters? Or do we simply say that we’re better off living independently, even if we may struggle emotionally and financially due to this illness? I’m not actually looking for answers to these questions. Instead, I’m considering adopting a shelter dog.

Daily pain changed my personality, and I can recognize that. I wasn’t exactly chipper to begin with (I’ve been compared to Daria and Aubrey Plaza), and now I’m frequently withdrawn when the pain hits. Honestly, I’m not as much fun as I was before. Intense daily pain for months on end made me nearly suicidal, and while that’s a common reaction, it’s not easy to live with. It may be unreasonable to ask anyone to live with me at all.

Depression sticks around despite changes to medication and a strong commitment to getting better physically and emotionally. Every morning I wake up and plan activities that my normal self would enjoy. I look in the mirror and practice smiling. This is what a genuine smile looks like, do that when you see people. I plan social engagements, then wonder later if I smiled or laughed enough to convey that I’m having fun. Doing anything other than reading is exhausting. Spending time around people is exhausting. Answering any questions about my health or relationship is exhausting. Pain is exhausting. I am frequently in pain; I am exhausted. My therapist has asked me to seek out small gratitudes and moments of joy in each day, to actually practice being content. Through the mental static of anhedonia, I recognize that happiness is a choice, and a valid one.

It’s difficult to meditate on happiness when I am in so much physical pain. No one I’ve talked to or read about has said, “Why yes, my pain is greatly reduced and my life is nearly normal. I can manage my symptoms, and my treatments are affordable. My doctors take my pain seriously and find solutions in a timely manner. I can work long hours, exercise vigorously, and have great sex. The future looks good, even with this disease. There’s hope in there somewhere.”

What I seem to be looking at is decades of chronic pain, surgeries that may or may not help and will drive me deeper in debt, medication that is risky and also may not help, little or no sex life, and bowel disease that may worsen drastically as I age due to co-morbidity. Clinical depression is understandable considering the experiences of the last six months. Suicide really does look like an option some days. I know I can’t be the only one to think so.

Every person I know who struggles with severe chronic pain, no matter the underlying illness, has admitted to considering suicide. It’s not that life isn’t worth living any more or loved ones don’t matter, it’s that life has become a seemingly endless tunnel of pain. One more hour seems like too much, much less one more year or decade. Let it be known that suicide is not a sound idea and causes more suffering than it ends. If you are planning suicide, please call a hotline or arrange a ride to the nearest ER. However, it’s understandable, even normal, to think about suicide when living with painful, prolonged illness.

I realize that I won’t feel this way forever as long as I engage in healthy and productive activities and go on living life. I keep my appointments, take medication, exercise as much as I can and engage in social activities. Mostly, I act as if life is going to get better, even though my mind doesn’t seem to agree with me right now. I’m hoping that sharing this less-than-sunny account will help other people who live with pain and depression feel less alone.

My Journey from DES Advocate to Author

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My name is Judith Barrow and I am an author. I have been connected with DES Action UK and USA since I heard a programme about Stilboestrol (Diethylstilbestrol in the USA) (DES) on the radio many years ago. I learned several years ago that a relative was affected by this drug.

The damage DES causes is very personal and as private person, she didn’t want anyone to know that she had been exposed to DES. So I became her front person. I did the research for her. I contacted the DES organizations on her behalf. What I found changed my life and led me to write a book. Here is my story.

DES and Endometriosis

I’d known for many years that my relative suffered with chronic endometriosis, and that she had anatomical deformities. Ultimately, it was discovered that she had a narrowing of the cervical canal which resulted in increasingly painful menstruation. Then I heard a Radio Four programme called ‘You and Yours’ which included an article on DES. I realized that a lot of the content applied to my relative.

I made the inquires for her. First to DES Action UK, which was still extant then (they folded last year due to lack of funds and support). I sent for their newsletter and went online. The more we read, the more we were convinced that she had been exposed in utero to Stilboestrol. Like many private families, her mother initially denied it. This caused family problems, so she didn’t pursue the issue any further.

The information she gained from the DES groups made her aware that she needed to have the annual cervical smear (the only specialists for this test for DES Daughters is in Ireland). The more research I carried out, the more aware I became of the damages DES had caused.

After a year of communicating with DES Action UK, I was asked to write an article appealing for DES Daughters and Mothers to come forward and tell their stories. It was hoped that the group would get more members and that, if more voices were heard, then perhaps the British Government would listen.

The stance of the Government is twofold; that those pregnant women who were prescribed the drug were given it so far in the past that to raise it as an issue now would only cause ”unnecessary concern.”  They believed it was a problem to be discussed privately between the mothers and the drug companies. I disagreed.

Following the article, many women contacted me to tell their stories. Some were heartbreaking; one daughter had six miscarriages before giving up the struggle to conceive (she then, happily, adopted a lovely little girl). Another Daughter had too many health problems to list but amongst them she suffered from endometriosis, uterine fibroids, paraovarian cysts. It was no wonder she was depressed. Her mother wrote many letters to the Government. Ultimately the reply came back – “Thank you for your letter, future correspondence will be noted and filed but not responded to…” The mother cried when she told me. I was so angry for her.

But the DES Daughter story; the one I first came across when I knew of Stilboestrol and DES Action UK, that really affected me was from one of the initial members. I enclose part of the interview, and further comment, from the article in The Sunday Independent: Sunday 22 January 2012 (this decided me to self-publish the book; it gave credence and veracity to the story. It reads as follows:

Thousands of women could be at risk from ‘silent Thalidomide’

A drug intended to prevent miscarriage is blamed for causing cancer in the daughters – and possibly even granddaughters – of women who took it decades ago. By Sarah Morrison and Jaymi McCann

The first recorded “DES daughter” in Britain, Heather Justice, 59, from Jarrow, was 25 when she found out she had vaginal cancer and would have to undergo a hysterectomy and partial vaginectomy. Although she found records showing her mother had been given DES in the 1950’s, she was unable to bring a case to court – (in the UK, because she could not identify which manufacturer had produced the drug. However, a US lawyer did help her get some compensation there.

Also, she says –“it is impossible for anyone to find the manufacturer of the drug in this country, not just me, as it was never patented. It was the surgeon who performed my hysterectomy who asked my mother if she knew what she had taken. He knew it must have been DES because of the rare type of cancer I had. He was also the one who found her medical records with the generic name of the drug”:- added after this interview)

After years of fighting the legal system, she says she feels disillusioned. “One of the problems is that unlike Thalidomide, where you see the problem the minute the baby was born, women who took DES had healthy babies,” she says. “Problems were hidden until the teens and twenties, by which point we were forgotten about. When I asked my mum what she had taken, she didn’t even remember the name of the stuff. It is a complete and utter minefield.”…

It took almost nine years to research, to contact women from different countries and piece together a story. Although I am not a DES Daughter – and like many others in the UK still are – I was totally unaware of this drug, until that one radio show on DES. The more I discovered the angrier I became. That these women are still fighting for recognition, acknowledgement from the pharmaceutical companies after so long is a disgrace.

What is DES?

DES, a synthetic oestrogen, was created by Charles Dodds in the UK in 1938. It was expected to help prevent miscarriages. Years later, he raised concerns about DES but by then very few in the medical field were listening. Doctors prescribed Stilboestrol to pregnant women between the nineteen forties and seventies, believing it was safe. The women had no reason to doubt but, too late, they learned the horrible truth. Not only was DES ultimately proved to be ineffectual, it caused drastic damage to their children: An increased risk for infertility, vaginal/cervical cancer in young women and breast cancer in later life are but the start. Scientific studies continue add to the growing list of serious medical problems caused by exposure before birth. Hormones Matter has covered DES here, here and here.

Now researchers are investigating whether DES health issues are extending into the next generation, the so-called DES Grandchildren. Millions around the world were exposed to DES, but this tragedy flies under the radar of general consciousness. I set out to change that. These women and men should not suffer in silence.

From that initial contact with DES UK, my life changed drastically. I have become an advocate for DES education, research and services. I wrote a book to publicize the depth of suffering women, their children and grandchildren exposed to DES experience, often silently. Ten percent of proceeds from the book sales go directly to DES research. I hope that my work will in some small way help change that.

To learn more about my book click: Silent Trauma.

To learn more about DES action groups: DES Action Groups Worldwide

Postpartum, Parenting and Endometriosis

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I was not diagnosed with Endometriosis until four years after the birth of my daughter.  The pain of endo plus postpartum depression was hell mentally and physically. And did I mention, I was a single mother as well.

When my daughter was born I felt no attachment to her whatsoever, no love, nothing. I felt like she wasn’t even mine. I was depressed; I was in pain from the delivery and emotionally was not available to my daughter. I was also having trouble breastfeeding and after 2 weeks, I gave up. The first week after delivery was especially difficult. I was dealing with the pain of childbirth as well as trying to treat a yeast infection that I had during delivery. Every time I stood up I had severe vaginal pain and this lasted a year after the birth of my child.

My daughter cried from the day I took her home. She was a very fussy baby, only would sleep if I held her. I tried the ‘cry it out method’ and that didn’t work. She wouldn’t drink her formula and up until she was 9 months she drank only 4 ounces 3 times a day.

By the time she was 9 months she started walking. She would get frustrated and wanted to be held, then let down, wouldn’t go in a stroller, would throw herself back if you were holding her, she would cry and cry and cry. Nothing at all I could do could console her. I tried everything. By the time she was one she started to slam her head on the ground out of frustration and that just stressed me out more. She was never on the charts for weight or height but she was very intelligent and met all other milestones and still does.

I would get so frustrated I would put her on the bed and let her scream because I just wanted to throw her. I couldn’t understand why I had these feelings. They were so strong.  I thank God at that time I was living with a family and the husband would take her from 4-11pm when she would just scream bloody murder. I felt like such a bad mother and I really started to resent her being born. I felt angry at her father. I was so tired and my head just didn’t feel right mentally.

I remember having a dream that she was hanging outside the window and she was screaming for me to help, but I just looked at her and I let her fall. When I realized what I had done I ran downstairs to see if she was okay. She was, but she looked at me as if I had betrayed her. Even though it was a dream, in a way I had betrayed her. I wished that she wasn’t born. I felt she ruined my life and was bringing me down into a further depression I just couldn’t get out of.

I went to the doctors told him I must have postpartum depression (PPD) and he told me no that I didn’t. I talked to my mother and said the same thing and she said “I had three children and I didn’t have it and so you can’t have it.” You have to remember I was on my own at this time and everyone was telling me I was fine.

One day I was watching a TV program on PPD when my daughter was three years old. I knew I had PPD. So, I walked myself right into the Emergency room at the hospital and told them that I think I had it. I would never harm my child, I just had thoughts. The doctor gave me sleeping pills and sent me on my way.

I would become so frustrated at my daughter I would scream in her face and tell her to stop crying. Then I would cry because what type of mother does that? One night I felt like there were demons on my room and I was petrified.

Mentally, I was falling apart. I was nauseated, tired, irritated, angry, I had severe acne everywhere, my back, chest, face and neck and in pain in my pelvic area and bowels. To be honest I was just down right out of my mind when I finally went to the doctors again. I was sent to get an ultrasound done and that is when they found the cyst. I went to my gyno and she wanted to put me on Lupron.  I refused, as I did my research about the side-effects. However, I did go on the birth control continuously to see if that would shrink the cyst.

Within one week something happened. It was like a light went on. I never felt so great in my life. The acne started to clear up, I wasn’t angry and my mind was so clear that I couldn’t believe it. That is when I feel like my life changed.  I realized that my entire life I had had something wrong with me hormonally but that it was pushed aside by doctors.  They just kept telling me I was depressed.

I am so glad that I am not like that anymore, but I feel like I damaged my daughter mentally during that period of my life. She suffers from anxiety now.  I really feel it was because of what I was going through.

After having my end treated with multiple surgeries, I feel better, but not great (read my story here, here or here).  I suffer from debilitating fatigue and I think that is the worst when it comes to wanting to do things with my child. When I wake up I feel like a truck hit me and I get a little crusty with my daughter because of it.  I know she can’t understand what I am going through and even if I try to explain to her. I don’t think I will ever get back the first five years of my daughter’s life. I feel like it has been a blur. It is like I don’t remember even being there during that time.

My daughter is very compassionate and understands that I have Endometriosis but it still doesn’t help when I have symptoms that affect her.  And that makes me really sad.

Is there anyone else out there that had endo and then postpartum depression?

Framing the Pregnancy Postpartum Hormone Mood Debate

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The two years beginning in late pregnancy and continuing post childbirth can be particularly difficult for many women. The risk of serious mental illness is significantly higher than at any other time in a woman’s life. More often than not, however, the mental health issues are attributed to the stress of becoming a mom and though hormones are often in the mix, the consensus about pregnancy and postpartum hormone-related mental health changes is more broad than specific, anecdotal than evidence based. The prevailing hypothesis suggests that puerperal mental illness, commonly referred to and investigated as postpartum depression, is not the result of endocrine pathophysiology, but rather a ‘maladaptive’ response to normal changes in reproductive hormones.  In other words, having babies is a normal function, with normal hormone changes, ‘if you can’t handle it, there must be something wrong with you.’

The fact that there are no norms or even broad reference ranges established for pregnancy/postpartum hormone changes doesn’t seem to enter into many conversations (how can one reasonably say something is normal if it isn’t ever measured?); nor does the fact that ‘abnormal’ hormone changes could easily be causative in mental illness or the fact that ‘normal’ hormone changes, if large enough, such as during pregnancy and following childbirth are likely to impact mood, cognition and behavior in some fairly noticeable ways. Failing to recognize and prepare women and their families for the spectrum of the biochemically mediated  mental health or mental status changes, whether they are ’normal’ or not, is just wrong and potentially dangerous. Many years ago, I set out to change that – to understand how the hormones of pregnancy and postpartum could affect mental health and cognition. What I found was fascinating, but first, a little (OK, a lot of) background.

Fundamental Precepts about Hormones and Behavior

All of my research begins with the basic proposition that hormones affect brain chemistry. We know from animal research that hormone receptors are located all over the brain (and the body for that matter), even in areas not responsible for reproduction. We also know that steroid hormones produced in the body, because they are lipid soluble, easily cross the blood-brain-barrier and bind to hormone and non-hormone receptors to change brain chemistry. And, we know that the brain can and does produce a full complement of steroid hormones by itself, having all of the necessary building blocks to synthesize hormones de novo or from scratch. Since the brain is the control center for mental health, cognition and indeed, everything, it stands to reason that because hormone activity is integral to brain chemistry, hormones are involved in mental health. Indeed, there are no biologically or even logically plausible reasons to remove hormones from any discussion of brain chemistry or subsequent changes in mental status. It just makes no sense.

Pregnancy and Postpartum Hormone Changes Mirror an Addiction Withdrawal Cycle

We see hints, sometimes rather loud hints, of the hormone-brain connection across a woman’s life cycle (puberty and menopause) and across the menstrual cycle, but these are often more gradual and less drastic biochemical changes than those of pregnancy and postpartum. During pregnancy, some hormones increase by over 1000 times their non-pregnant concentrations, only to drop immediately, to nothing or almost nothing following childbirth. Simultaneously, other hormones seem to increase following childbirth, thus, creating the complex chemical cocktail that is postpartum. With these enormous changes in biochemistry, it is truly remarkable that so few women experience difficulties.

From a pharmacological standpoint, the hormone changes across pregnancy and postpartum provide the perfect drug addiction-withdrawal model, where the drug use increases gradually but significantly over an extended period of time only to be eliminated cold turkey over a period of a couple days. From the brain’s standpoint, while there may be differences in specific reactions, there really is no difference, broadly speaking, between compensatory reactions it exhibits relative to increasing concentrations of a drug followed by its abrupt withdrawal and those it exhibits relative to increasing concentrations of hormones followed by abrupt withdrawal. The brain is going to get used to having certain concentrations of chemicals floating around and adapt accordingly. When those chemicals are removed, especially abruptly, there will be hell to pay in the withdrawal syndrome. How that withdrawal syndrome manifests will be contingent on the degree and pattern of biochemical change – which hormones or drug(s) are creating the problems, where and to what degree.

Consider alcohol versus heroin withdrawal as an example. Both withdrawal periods are horrible, but because each drug acts on different neurotransmitters within the brain, each withdrawal syndrome looks a little bit different. It is the same way with hormones. Each elicits a different biochemical reaction in the brain. Some hormones are sedatives, some are stimulants, some are direct, some are indirect; some have a whole bunch of receptors in areas of the brain that control memory, while others have receptors in the emotional centers of the brain. Without measuring the actual hormone changes associated with pregnancy and postpartum and the behavioral symptoms that ensue, there is no way to recognize or to treat a postpartum withdrawal syndrome or syndromes. And as many of you well know, hormone measurement in women’s health is all but ignored.

Pregnancy and Postpartum Mood Changes are Poorly Characterized

Perhaps because of our feminist tendencies (not wanting to admit that hormones affect our moods or our cognitive abilities), perhaps politics (blaming women) or perhaps just poor research (including that which does not consider the role of hormones in the diagnostic criteria), the standard nomenclature and diagnostic parameters for postpartum mental health issues are at best poorly defined and at worst completely incorrect.

According popular perspectives, the three classes of postpartum disease are the baby blues which is said to affect 80% of all new moms, postpartum depression that develops in 10-15% of women and postpartum psychosis, the rare condition that afflicts 1-2 per 1000 pregnant women. What does this mean? It looks like a progression of sadness that leads to psychosis. Is this what postpartum women experience? Well, not really, but the nomenclature stuck and was sufficiently correct that they could characterize some of the symptoms, in some of the women, to make using these terms a useful shorthand. However, because the symptoms associated with each of these conditions were never fully characterized appropriately, they have been repeatedly included or dis-included from diagnostic manuals with varying and even diametrically opposed diagnostic criteria depending upon the political winds of any given generation (the pitfalls of consensus based medicine).

Indeed, in the last iterations (IV, TR) of the DSM manual (the diagnostic bible for mental illness), postpartum was merely a time course specifier. That means, none of these conditions actually existed according to the diagnostic manual. There was no discrete illness or set of illnesses recognized as unique to the postpartum period, and certainly none connected to postpartum hormone changes.  Depression or psychosis, if they happened to arise within 30 days of childbirth, was considered postpartum related.  If these conditions developed during pregnancy or after the 30 day period, then they were not considered postpartum related. In effect, these conditions were just the normal, run-of-the-mill depression or psychosis.  From a purely logical standpoint, it seems difficult to believe that the brain chemistry of a postpartum woman is in any way similar to the brain chemistry of teenager or menopausal, or other non-postpartum woman or to a male depressed or psychotic patient.  If we believe that brain chemistry mediates behavior (and isn’t the entire medical-pharmaceutical establishment built on that presumption), why would we presume that radically different brain chemistries produce the same symptoms or behaviors?  We wouldn’t.

So, on the one hand, we have popular terminology that has done wonders to bring awareness to the potential difficulties some women have following childbirth but whose terms were not consistent with the DSM criteria. On the other hand, we have DSM criteria that really didn’t recognize postpartum as unique condition, but only as a time-frame to be noted and neither set of diagnostic opportunities was based on evidence that truly considered specific hormones changes might impact brain chemistry. Sure, there has always been the tacit – it’s hormonal – and certainly, there has been hormone-mood research but attempting to delineate which hormones, in which women, relative to which symptoms and within what time frame has yet to be fully addressed. And, as one might imagine, it is difficult to bring another set of variables – hormones- into an already poorly defined disease space. Do we measure hormones related to blues, depression and psychosis or are we measuring something else entirely?

Where to Begin

When beginning a research career in area where the data are limited, one has a few choices – ‘don’t’ -being the first and most logical option; take the safe, career boosting-route of replicating someone else’s work or throw all previous assumptions in the garbage can and begin from scratch. Not being the wisest, of course, I chose the third option.

I had a couple operating assumptions. The first was and still is, that certain hormones affect certain neurotransmitters (we know this to be true from animal research). When we radically change the concentrations of those hormones, the behaviors associated with said neurotransmitters (and maybe even some we hadn’t thought of) would become apparent.  Second, the symptoms that were expressed would be related to the particular pattern of hormone change – whatever that pattern may be. Third, the constellation of symptoms that arose would not likely not fall into the current diagnostic categories, but would cluster together in unique, and yet to be determined, ways. In other words, I believed that certain patterns would emerge based on animal research, but because there was so little human research and much of it was limited in scope, I was prepared for the fact that I was wrong. And I was wrong, in some ways, but that willingness to test more broadly and openly is what led to some pretty amazing discoveries.

How I Think about Perinatal Psychiatric Distress

Last bit of background, I promise. Notice that I said perinatal psychiatric distress and not postpartum depression, mood, or blues. Perinatal psychiatric distress and full-blown psychiatric disorders can emerge during either period, pregnancy or postpartum and relative to a myriad of biochemical and psychosocial factors. Limiting the discussion and nomenclature to ‘postpartum’ ignores women who are affected negatively by the pregnancy hormones and whose symptoms arise prior to delivery of the child.

Similarly, the hormone syndromes are not specifically depressive.  Some of the hormones affected by childbirth are clearly anxiogenic (elicit anxiety) and by the nature of where their receptors are located, other hormones can affect memory, decision-making, impulse control, sensory perception and a wide variety of emotions, physiological and cognitive functions. By categorizing and limiting the syndrome to ‘depression’ even an atypical depression, as it is often referred to, fails to recognize the spectrum or severity of symptoms experienced.

Finally, for the same reasons I don’t use the phrase postpartum depression, I don’t ascribe to the characterization of the baby blues. When one thinks of the baby blues, one immediately thinks of a milder form of depression or sadness. Though useful as a popular term, it does nothing to distinguish what, in some cases, may be emotional expressions of the hormone-based, physiological changes occurring postpartum (or during pregnancy – though not often measured) and in other cases early markers for distress. Neither the term nor the scale used to assess the ‘condition’ has any predictive ability and fails to recognize a whole host of symptoms linked to perinatal hormone changes, that cause significant distress for the mom.

Because there are a myriad of hormones involved in carrying a pregnancy to term that are involved in number of physiological systems, and the symptom expression from those interactions is broad, limiting the focus to depressive type symptoms, unnecessarily limits the spectrum and severity of distress that some women experience.  As with everything, if we don’t measure, we cannot manage. Part of measuring is figuring out what to measure.  Depressive symptoms are certainly important, but they do not represent the totality of the symptoms experienced and so, we must expand the symptom base and re-work the diagnostic nomenclature.

Just Get to the Damned Research, Already!

Why have I spent so much time explaining the nature of postpartum research in general and my assumptions and perspectives specifically?  Why haven’t I just told you what I learned?  Well, because where you start determines where you end up, especially in science. Yes, I could have assumed the definitions and the research supporting those definitions of ‘postpartum depression’ were correct and then designed studies to support the appropriate hypotheses. It certainly would have been easier, but I didn’t. There were too many missing pieces and unanswered questions – things that just didn’t fit or make sense for me to go down that route. I had to create a new path – to throw everything in and let the pieces fall where they may.  I had to let the data tell the story. I did and I will, let the data tell story.

Part two: Beyond Depression, Understanding Perinatal Mental Health.

 

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Lisa lives in Homer Alaska with her amazing husband, and is an advocate for endometriosis awareness, education, and higher standards for women’s health worldwide.  She works in Quality Assurance, and she dreams of saving the world with poetry and organic vegetables.  She is currently pursuing a Master’s Degree in Project Management.