Cutting My Opioid Dose in Half Left Me in Unbearable Pain

By Virginia Brandford, Guest Columnist

Imagine living with a rare genetic bone disease that has no cure and causes excruciating pain. Then imagine the medication that effectively alleviated that pain for 29 years is abruptly tapered and you are forced to take only half the dose your body has become dependent on.

Not only is the pain unbearable, but the resulting stress placed on the body prevents you from exercising or participating in physical therapy, which is vital to someone with alkaptonuria (AKU) to prevent chronic joint pain and inflammation.

AKU is known as “Black Bone Disease” because it turns bones black and brittle. It is the oldest metabolic disease on earth and has even been found in Egyptian mummies. Watch this video if you want to learn more about my disease.  

After being diagnosed with AKU, I was placed on a very high dose of morphine to stop my body from producing Homogentisic Acid (HGA). People like me born with AKU are missing an enzyme that prevents them from fully breaking down HGA.

When it accumulates at high levels, HGA devours my bones, turning them black and stripping the cartilage and cushions between them.

My longtime physician identified morphine as a pain medication that helped, without causing side effects. I was able to function again and live a decent life, in spite of having such a debilitating disease.

Virginia Brandford

But in 2017, many of the recommendations in the CDC opioid guideline were adopted in Hawaii as state law, and my doctor was driven out of practice. I cannot find a new doctor willing to prescribe the same dose of morphine. They all see my need for opioids, but they do not want to risk their livelihoods by taking me on as a patient. I am being harmed by the state and no one will do anything to help me!

Due to the morphine being reduced to half of my original dosage, the HGA accumulation has eaten two holes into my heart valves, resulting in a life-threatening heart condition. HGA has also accumulated in my spine, liver and kidneys.

I have endured irreparable damage by being forced off my old dosage of medication in such an inhumane manner. Every doctor I have been referred to has refused to accept me as a patient once they look over my medical records and see I have a rare genetic bone disease that requires opioids.

I have never abused drugs or alcohol in any form. I have comprehensive medical records, including MRIs and x-rays documenting my illness and treatment history. It will also show that for 29 years on the original morphine dose, my liver stayed strong and clean, compared to a patient who has been on a toxic medicine like Suboxone that is just as addictive.

Legitimate pain patients like me who never abused drugs are being treated like addicts and demonized for taking prescribed medicines from licensed doctors.

Please help me obtain the help I need before this disease spreads even more. I am totally bedridden and need help. I pray that a revision of the CDC opioid guideline will allow doctors to do their jobs again without being persecuted, and will give me back my life so that I can grow old with dignity.

Virginia Brandford lives in Hawaii. PNN invites other readers to share their stories with us. Send them to editor@painnewsnetwork.org.

Miss Understood: A Taste of Remission

By: Arlene Grau, Columnist

If you ask me to plan something, almost anything that requires me being somewhere on a certain day for any amount of time, I would have to decline because I never know how I'll be feeling on any given day.

Now ask me to plan a family vacation that would take me to Hawaii, where I would be 5 hours away from my doctor by plane – well, that would be insane.

However, I did just that and the results were better than expected.

I had my Rituxan infusion a month prior to leaving in hopes that it would kick in just before I left. My body, however, had a different agenda. I began feeling ill the week after my treatment. On top of that, I suffered a bad fall at home. I sprained my ankle, bruised my hip, and hurt my knee.

Instead of making progress, I was taking several steps backwards. I had tried to prepare my body for months and it was beginning to feel like it was all in vain.

But my husband and doctor didn't allow me to give up. My doctor prepared an emergency plan for me before I left. He prescribed backup antibiotics in case I became ill, started me on a temporary prednisone dosage, printed up my most recent patient summary (since I was taking so many medications with me), and gave me contact information for a rheumatologist in Hawaii in the event that I needed to be seen. He even called the other doctor ahead of time and told me to email him for anything.

Although my body wasn't completely ready, I felt like I had the tools necessary to handle any medical emergency I may have.

Now, I don't know if it was the simple fact that I removed myself from all the stressors in my life, but I felt so much better while I was in Hawaii during that one week than I have since I was first diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis eight years ago.

My theory is that the change in climate helped with the inflammation I was suffering from. I know that when it's very cold and dry, I tend to flare up and feel very ill. And when it's really hot and the sun is pounding down on me, I feel my weakest and just as sick.

But out there I was met with humidity and sunlight that didn't feel like it was stripping away every ounce of energy I had.

I had one or two trying days; granted I was doing a lot more than I've ever done at home as far as activities and walking go. But I was extremely proud of everything I was participating in. I even got to enjoy my 30th birthday in Hawaii, one I never thought I would live to see.

I knew as soon as we got home that something was different because I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. As quickly as the swelling and inflammation left, it returned. My insomnia is back and my migraines are more intense.

But I got taste of what remission might be like.

It was a great vacation with a bittersweet ending because, instead of dreaming about the visual paradise I was in, I'm left day dreaming about the physical paradise I felt -- the one that had less limitations and more of my old self.

Arlene Grau lives in southern California. She suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, fibromyalgia, lupus, migraine, vasculitis, and Sjogren’s disease.

The information in this column should not be considered as professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. It is for informational purposes only and represent the author’s opinions alone. It does not inherently express or reflect the views, opinions and/or positions of Pain News Network.