My
recent acquaintance with one of Singapore’s award winning children storybook
writers brought me back to one of the many chapters in my life: the task
specific focal dystonia (writer’s cramp). It is basically a neurological condition that affects a muscle or group
of muscles in a specific part of the body causing involuntary muscular
contractions and abnormal postures, this in particular causes a cramp or spasm affecting certain muscles of the hand
and/or fingers when you attempt to write.
She
brought with her her book, sort of her short biography which focuses on her
battle with spasmodic dysphonia (SD) [a voice disorder characterized
by involuntary movements or spasms of one or more muscles of the larynx during speech]. She said to me since she
brought it, she gave it to me as a gift. Thanking her, I didn’t give much
thought about it (as I did not know that the book was about her battle with
dysphonia). But I read it later the following night and glad that I did.
Although
dystonia and dysphonia basically pose different conditions, I could find many
similarities regarding the frustration in discovering, accepting, and dealing
with this rare disease, which cause is yet known to date. Imagine your brain
sending instructions to your muscle group to do something but they do not
listen to you; it is just too unfortunate that it is biologically impossible
for us to change our body parts as and when we need/like, we are basically
stuck with a stubborn muscle group who practically refuse to work under our
control. Yes yes, I have writer’s cramp, struck me 12 years ago.
My
point is, many people who suffers dystonia/dysphonia share their stories
online, but this is basically my first time ever knowing someone in person who
actually have the (almost) same condition. To be able to share our stories, I
feel somehow, glad. Maybe it is difficult for anyone else to understand, but as
I said, dystonia is a very rare disease, so finding your ‘friend’ in person is not as easy as you
think it is. Though I once met a boy at his late teens (one day during my visit
to the neurologist and he asked me to stay and meet someone whose dystonia had
developed into wilson’s disease). The boy, could control nothing else but his
eyeballs.
I looked at him, dumbfounded, and said to myself, “damn, I thought I
had a frightening condition, but it pales in comparison with the boy’s
suffering.” My neurologist discharged me and said while giving me 2 taps on my
shoulder, “You’re lucky.”
I
smiled, nodded, and said, “I know. Thank you.”
one of the funniest women that i adore! modern family would have not been that funny if it was not for her. everyone, here you go: SOFIA VERGARA, please love her! and i enjoy her colombian accent way better than colombian coffee.
