Showing posts with label blinkered medics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blinkered medics. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 February 2018

The walling off that illness brings

At the end of January I spoke at a Scottish Parliament event to raise awareness about the dire lack of services for ME sufferers: there are currently no consultants in Scotland with expertise in ME - and only one specialist nurse in Fife. We do, disturbingly, have the Lothian ME/CFS clinic - again, no expertise in actual ME, it appears to treat 'chronic fatigue' - and people are reporting harms from graded exercise therapy on offer. I met a young woman who now uses a wheelchair because of being made worse by graded exercise. And a mother spoke of her young son having a seizure because of graded exercise. This is horrifying. And they are not alone, many with an ME diagnosis have reported worsening of symptoms because of exercise therapies they have been pretty much coerced into. This exacerbation of symptoms is unsurprising as ME sufferers have poorly understood mitochondrial dysfunction. We *cannot* exercise without provoking highly disabling post-exertional malaise. My abnormal EMG and muscle biopsy from 1984 demonstrated this.

The platform of the event was a twenty minute showing of UNREST film (my review here) and Jennifer Brea, the director of the film, spoke via Skype. When it was my turn to speak, I was more emotional than I thought I'd be, I had to pause a few times, the words clogged in my throat, I was sure I would cry. There was  a palpable collective trauma in the room, the harm visited on ME patients was obvious in the mood of the audience. I do hope the sixteen MSPs who attended will follow up with action and address the issues this much neglected patient population faces. I gave a copy of The State of Me to Joan McAlpine, the MSP for South Scotland, we were both at Glasgow Uni in eighties, so I thought the novel might resonate for her.

There is going to be  a debate in Westminster on 22 February about the harms of PACE - this has been secured by Glasgow North West MP, Carol Monaghan. It is crucial - and hugely welcome - that this is happening. The tables are turning, though the clowns who have harmed us will not bat an eyelid and indeed continue to defend the nonsense of GET/CBT as primary treatment for a neuroimmune illness - the fact that patients are being made more ill doesn't seem to touch them. How convenient to wear so easily such armour against the truth.

I have been thinking about autumn 1983 when my fellow students who had completed their years abroad were gathered excitedly in the Modern Languages Building for the start of the new academic year - the Junior Honours year (our fourth year of study). There was so much to catch up on - this, of course, was pre-Internet - you had to actually see people or phone or write in order to know their news. I remember having to sit on a table in the hallway - it was mobbed, my legs were weak, I had constant pain in my spine - and feeling entirely walled off from the buzz and the joy of it all. I felt like an impostor.

I had only been able to do six weeks of my year in France and had to abandon it in the end. I would  not be starting Junior Honours - I'd been on course to do joint French and English Honours and got glowing comments in my second year English exams -  but had now signed up for just one class a week, which would enable me to finish an Ordinary Arts degree. I'd been diagnosed with Coxsackie B4 by then and had just started seeing Professor Behan - happily, there was an ME specialist in Scotland in 1980s - but I'd not yet had my ME diagnosis. I was very poorly but, there I was, still trying to keep a foot in the well world - much to my detriment, of course (I had no idea of the horror ahead). I could cry thinking about it now.

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Progress...

This is great news from Griffiths University in Australia: the National Centre For Neuroimmunology and Emerging Diseases (NCNED) has been awarded $4 million dollars to research ME. In this short clip, Professor Staines says: Exercise should be contra-indicated in Chronic Fatigue Syndrome as it worsens the clinical condition of the patient and should be avoided.

This, of course,  has been corroborated by patient testimony (though largely ignored) for decades. As my fictional character Helen Fleet, who has burning muscles at the drop of  hat, says: 'she has too much lactic acid in her legs'.

There is very fine research afoot -  the report from  the IACFSME last month in Florida.

And this: five teams of scientists awarded funds by Ramsay Award Programme.

This too: a great blog on the ethical failures of the treatment of ME/CFS in BMJ from Dr Charlotte Blease and Dr Keith Geraghty (a researcher who himself has ME). I love the term 'a caste system of illness' - I often speak of the 'casual racism' towards ME patients as if you can say what you want - any minor jab or slight is 'allowed' - because you don't really mean it (and also have no idea what you are talking about).

And Berkeley journalist/academic David Tuller, who has done so much to expose the PACE circus, is now illuminating FITNET in all its flawed and awful glory (Prof Esther Crawley's FITNET was excessively and misleadingly - unsurprisingly - reported in UK media a few weeks ago as it it were a cure for cancer).

In my early fifties, ill now for thirty-three years, I find myself even more hurt and angry at what people with ME have had to endure because of wilful ignorance. I hope with all my heart that the next generation of ill, young people will not have to suffer the insults we did and have effective treatments too if not an actual cure. (It beggars belief that in 1984, when my own diagnosis was confirmed with abnormal muscle biopsy and EMG, we had the nuts and bolts, right there, to build upon, but research was wholly hijacked in UK and taken in completely the wrong direction by 'belief-led' psychiatrists, one in particular, at the end of the 1980s).

I seem to collect inflammatory responses. After a cough from hell in August/September, I now have costochondritis, which is inflammation of the rib cage. One of the drugs I have tried is Nefopam but it cloaks me with nausea and makes me totally out of it  (I got on the wrong bus a couple of weeks ago and have probably now bumped into every 'obstacle' in my flat). I had never heard of costochondritis but it's interesting that those with fibromyalgia seem to be prone.

And something beautiful and cheering, a cat on a radiator, an iPad painting by David Hockney.



Saturday, 13 August 2016

Who has control of the story? - Anna Katharina Schaffner's EXHAUSTION

I recall when I read Salman Rushdie's Joseph Anton in 2012, my favourite line was, 'Who shall have control over the story?'. I thought, naturally, of the way the illness myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME) - an illness I have had for thirty-three years - has been ceaselessly misrepresented in the media, and of the way health editors, journalists and academics have locked onto the narrative of a group of UK psychiatrists - who harmfully conflate ME with unexplained 'chronic fatigue' - and recycled it uncritically, for the last two decades:
'At the heart of the dispute over The Satanic Verses, he said, behind all the accusations and abuse, was a question of profound importance: Who shall have control over the story? Who has, who should have, the power not only to tell the stories with which, and within which, we all lived, but also to say in what manner those stories may be told? 

I think most would agree that ME sufferers have not had the power to tell their stories, that they've not been allowed a voice. The vacuous 'yuppie flu' headline in the 1980s is nothing compared to what is dished out now. It's highly unusual to read accurate accounts of the illness in the media - unless it's a first person account - and the question of who shall have control over the story has been in my head again these past two weeks or so.

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A few years ago I had a friendly exchange with a young academic on a medical humanities thread, she was researching the history of exhaustion for her book, including ME and 'chronic fatigue syndrome'. ME, of course, belongs no more in a 'history of exhaustion' than MS or lupus or cancer, but I pointed her in the direction of my novel, of Dr Melvin Ramsay's brilliant 1986 book on virally-triggered ME (my now retired neurologist wrote the preface), and of the International Criteria Consensus 2011. I clarified that ME was not 'chronic fatigue' or indeed chronic fatigue syndrome. I explained that post-exertional malaise (PEM) - also known as post-exertional neuroimmune exhaustion (PENE) - is the cardinal symptom of ME. She thanked me and said she would explore these texts.

I thought no more of this until the weekend before last, when someone on Twitter told me that Anna Katharina Schaffner had quoted me extensively in her new book EXHAUSTION and was 'trying hard to present us in unflattering ways'. I googled and found a Times Literary Supplement review* in which the reviewer had said:
In a chapter called 'Mystery Viruses' Schaffner frames Nasim Marie Jafry's semi-autobiographical novel The State of Me (2008) with a nuanced exploration of the controversial diagnoses of chronic fatigue syndrome, myalgic encephalomyelitis and post-viral fatigue syndrome. The author shows how and why both sufferers and medical researchers have so much invested in alternative somatic and psychological explanations'.
I was, of course, intrigued and got a copy of her book. I figured the truth would lie somewhere between 'unflattering' and 'nuanced'. Sadly,  nuanced it is not. Schaffner, while attempting to appear empathetic has, consciously or unconsciously, managed to misrepresent me in several ways - including misquoting me - and 'Mystery Viruses' is - wearily and, perhaps, unsurprisingly - little more than a puff piece on Professor Simon Wessely. He's referenced in 80% of the bibliography along with the dreadfully cruel social historian Edward Shorter (I guess he deleted this post).  Schaffner can see why ME sufferers would be offended by the latter, but nevertheless finds him 'thought-provoking' and gives him generous room in her chapter.

Bizarrely, not one reference is made by Anna to any ME biomedical researcher by name - as if they simply don't exist. Since she's a reader of my blog,  she could have, for example, mentioned Stanford's Professor Jose Montoya, specialist in infectious diseases, whom I had the great pleasure of meeting briefly last year. Montoya wants USA medical institutions to apologise to ME patients for the way they have been treated (the Norwegian government has already apologised to its sufferers - an anti-cancer drug Rituximab is currently under trial there for ME). Schaffner acknowledges ME is a controversial diagnosis, but sets up a false opposition of scientists against patients. Let's not  forget in early 2015, the Institute of Medicine's (USA) definitive report which - after examining 9000 research papers - concluded that ME is not psychological.  Research in the USA has been energised lately through the National Institute of Health. And the first European ME tissue biobank opened in London in May. (Interestingly, ME sufferers in Scotland are not permitted to donate blood.)

The task ahead is to unlock the mechanism of this poorly understood illness. That is all that is important. But Anna insists, instead, on embracing the dying narrative of UK psychiatrists, which casts ME sufferers as ungrateful militants.  I do wonder is the reading public not bored with this particular narrative by now? ME sufferers have  horribly diminished - often ruined - lives, but certain writers are still feting Simon - who apparently left the field fifteen years ago - by putting him at the centre of the narrative. Why do they persist in their misguided praise? Why are they not following the science?

Anna says in her introduction that 'works of fiction, in particular, can grant us precious experiential insights into how particular physical conditions...may feel', and yet on reading my novel appears to have wilfully misunderstood why ME sufferers are rightly angry with Wessely and others, who stubbornly push their harmful biopsychosocial theory,  for which they have not a scrap of evidence. When they suggest ME sufferers are perpetuating their own illness with aberrant beliefs, these psychiatrists are simply acting out their *own* beliefs. Really, think about it - how can 250,000 ME sufferers in the UK alone - former lawyers, doctors,  students, dancers, engineers, artists, teachers etc - all be keeping their own hellish symptoms going by faulty thinking? A kind of synchronised somatising? It's utter nonsense.

Schaffner has  not, I assume, accessed any of the medical sources I suggested, and gives a garbled history of the terminologies of ME and CFS: for the whole chapter she refers to 'CFS/ME' - the favoured label of UK psychiatrists. The rest of us talk about ME - or 'ME/CFS', if we have to. (It is admittedly confusing as in the USA, true ME is referred to as CFS, which is where the name originally came from in 1980s. Many researchers use the name CFS.)  Dr Daniel Peterson - involved in the Lake Tahoe outbreak in 1984 - speaks up here in support of the name ME, acknowledging that the label CFS hugely trivialises the illness.

However, during the 1990s, Simon Wessely and others effectively tried to 'disappear' Ramsay-defined ME, the illness I have, merging it with CFS, using the much broader Oxford Criteria (1991), which can include patients who *do* have a psychiatric basis to their fatigue. The CDC (Fukuda) 1994 criteria in USA that Anna refers to also have problems of being too broad, but she is, doubtless, unaware. Leonard Jason, professor of psychology, is excellent on criterion variance and the importance of case definitions. Ramsay-ME has by definition more severe physical impairment. The problem is that no one is speaking about the same illness and UK psychiatrists seem happy to conflate them. Most journalists writing about ME/CFS have no idea of the many different criteria. It's an unholy mess. People are misdiagnosed as having ME when they actually have CFS. It was recommended by the National Institute of Health in 2015 that the Oxford Criteria for CFS be retired as they could harm research.

This is how and why nonsense about ME is written and how a dysfunctional narrative has been perpetuated. The wrong people have been controlling the story. And younger, naive writers pick up the baton. Listing the symptoms of ME, Schaffner includes 'a perceived sense of effort', making her bias - and ignorance - obvious early on. Post-exertional malaise - described in this short film by Dr Mark VanNess is listed in the Institute of Medicine (2015) report as one of several  core symptoms, objectively verifiable:
 
          Post-exertional malaise (PEM)
PEM is worsening of a patient’s symptoms and function after exposure to physical or cognitive stressors that were normally tolerated before disease onset. Subjective reports of PEM and prolonged recovery are supported by objective evidence in the scientific literature, including failure to normally reproduce exercise test results (2-day cardiopulmonary exercise test) and impaired cognitive function after exertion. There is sufficient evidence that PEM is a primary feature that helps distinguish ME/CFS (SEID) from other conditions.
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Before moving on to discuss my novel, Schaffner writes, How does living with chronic fatigue actually feel?' - disrespectfully disregarding that ME is not 'chronic fatigue' and that neither I nor my character Helen Fleet live with chronic fatigue (I had pointed this out to Schaffner in our exchange). I live with a poorly understood neuroimmune illness, which has many very disabling symptoms, severe fatigue being only one. These other hellish symptoms are described in detail in The State of Me, but Schaffner does not seem to think they are worthy of discussion. (Of course, since she has appropriated ME -  via my novel - for  a monograph on exhaustion, it would not suit her to look at the many other symptoms.)

My character Helen Fleet is no saint - I wanted her to be flawed - ill people are not saints in real life or fiction. And Helen Fleet is not me and I am not Helen Fleet, but all the medical procedures are true. Schaffner, at first, seems to empathise with Helen, recognising her humour in helping her cope with a life of chronic illness. But she skips over the utter hell and shock and heartbreak of being largely bedbound, aged twenty, getting a diagnosis of ME - wrongly referring to Coxsackie B4 as 'a rare virus' - it isn't - and failing to mention that a cluster of people became ill with ME in the west of Scotland at this time (described in Melvin Ramsay's text, which I recommended to her).

More tellingly, she ignores  the fact that Helen is diagnosed by a consultant neurologist. She ignores the 'full house of abnormalities', the abnormal muscle biopsy and EMG. And goes on to ignore the (albeit experimental) immunotherapies Helen has: the plasma exchange, the anti-viral drugs, the ACTH injections, the vitamin C/magnesium drips, the evening primrose oil clinical trial. Of course, she is constrained by how much she can quote without permission, but it is bizarre she would not reveal to her readers that my character is diagnosed in a neurology clinic by a consultant neurologist, as I was. Of course, that might undermine her 'Wessely as saint' narrative later on, the Wessely who has stated: 'Like it or not, CFS is not simply an illness, but a cultural phenomenon and metaphor for our times'.

Schaffner then starts to dabble in amateur psychology examining the causes of my own illness, by psychoanalyising my character Helen. She suggests that because fictional Helen's fictional parents got divorced, that maybe Helen (and I) are suppressing painful childhood emotions. Her audacity is quite something, others have commented on how intrusive, not to mention, unethical this is. She can simply not understand why Helen is so against a psychiatric explanation of her illness. She seems to forget that Helen's story is informed by my lived experience of ME since the age of 18, along with a consultant neurologist's diagnosis in 1984, and mounting, incontrovertible biomedical evidence that ME is physical. But this is not quite enough for this young academic - she appears to know more than me about my own illness. Perhaps she would like to track down the others who got ill in the west of Scotland post-Coxsackie virus and psychoanalyse them too?

Schaffner goes on to highlight Helen's 'scathing' attitude  towards those who suggest her illness may not be physical in origin. Her empathy for  Helen evaporates and she gets to what she really wants to say, no longer literary critic but judge and jury, exploring the issue of how I/Helen/ME sufferers dare to be scathing about psychiatrists (who don't believe ME is physical), in particular, Professor Simon Wessely. You have to wonder, did she even read my novel or did she just flip through it looking for extracts that would suit her chapter?

She describes Simon as 'one of the most important CFS researchers in Britain' - I beg to differ - he has conflated CFS with ME and caused utter chaos since the early 1990s. Schaffner is breathtakingly careless, though, as she appears keen to merge my anger at Wessely with those who have allegedly 'targeted' him (the threats narrative was tirelessly explored in UK media). She may like to know that Simon Wessely and I exchanged several long emails a couple of years ago (polite but ultimately fruitless, in my opinion). And I certainly do not regard myself as being scathing, I'd say my reaction, under the circumstances, is rational and healthy. Schaffner has quoted selectively from my blog, but she could so easily have read all the research that I post and tried to learn, but instead she took the easy option, recycling the weary, psychogenic narrative that the London media loves to recycle again and again. I guess she missed this quote from a journalist in 2007: 'I’m sure there is a lot of psychiatric literature on how denying another person’s reality triggers all sorts of deep hostile responses'. And I guess she also missed Simon's open letter conversation from 2012 with the Countess of Mar, a long time advocate for people with ME.

Anna also writes: 'Jafry not only wishes that doctors who suggest graded exercise or CBT would fall ill with ME themselves...'. This is simply  dishonest. I often say - as Helen does - let those who don't believe that ME is a physical illness have it for a day or a week, then they will soon believe.  I say let them try graded exercise when they have experienced severe ME (they wouldn't, they couldn't). I say that graded exercise (GET) is dangerous for people with ME, because it is.  Nowhere have I said I want doctors who recommend GET and cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT) to get ill themselves. But Schaffner  happily misrepresents me. Well-meaning doctors who are in the dark may recommend these therapies because the hugely flawed NICE guidelines tell them to. There was, in fact, an excellent article recently in the British Journal of General Practice, highlighting the fact that GET and CBT can cause harm.

Schaffner seems largely unaware of the abuse and neglect that people with ME have suffered, the unrelenting, detrimental nonsense in the press. I recall five or six years ago someone on a forum saying that ME sufferers just wanted to fucking stay at home and eat pot noodles all day. And an anonymous doctor suggesting 'lead in the gullet' was what was needed. This kind of online  abuse is not unusual. It would be unacceptable for any other patient population to endure this.

Neither, of course, does she acknowledge the ongoing problems with the PACE trial (which underpins GET and CBT as safe, effective therapies). This is the trial that used the Oxford Criteria;  the trial where you could be more ill at the end than at the beginning and still be considered recovered; the trial that cost £5 million pounds. Schaffner tells us blithely that  GET and CBT are  'moderately efficacious' for the relief of symptoms. I think those who have gone from mild to severe ME after graded exercise would disagree. **We are still awaiting the results of the outcome of the QMUL tribunal in May over the PACE trial and its refusal to share data. But because the trial was spun so successfully in the media, no one is really aware of the problems, apart from ME sufferers and the scientists who are challenging The Lancet over its publication of PACE in the first place.

I often say it can take a decade to adjust to a life with severe ME, we do everything in our power to recover, to keep hold of our lives, but the illness is bigger than us. This is not nihilistic, it is fact. We relapse severely when we push ourselves; we learn to pace, it is how we cope, how we endure, how we survive. We also have to cope with the emotional stress that comes with physical decline. Our families suffer as they watch us, helplessly from the sidelines. They too have lost a daughter or a husband or a mother or a brother to this hellish illness. Yet, on top of the physical hell - and it is hell in its acute/severe form - we as an ill population have to face these ongoing, irrational claims by a group of psychiatrists. I honestly don't know how I'd have coped when first diagnosed had I been subjected to those who arrogantly  tell us that pacing/resting is counter-productive, and who promote GET and CBT. I count my blessings I was diagnosed a good seven years before these particular psychiatrists dominated the narrative, before they controlled the story. Their advocating CBT, of course, is not to help us cope, as with other physical illnesses, it is to rid us of our false illness beliefs.

I'd confidently say that all ME sufferers, regardless of severity of illness, have been neglected or derided at some point by someone somewhere, but there is a truly invisible, neglected group: 25% of  patients are so severely ill, they are housebound/bedridden for decades, they don't make any improvement at all. There are patients who tragically die.  What have these 'CFS' psychiatrists done for the most severely ill apart from cast doubt on their psychological health?  It's scandalous.

As I said at the beginning, Anna has misrepresented me in several ways, consciously or unconsciously, though no doubt appearing nuanced to those who know little about ME. I think perhaps the most ludicrous sentence she has written is:  'In her view, the cardinal symptoms of of ME, are post-exertional malaise, or post-exertional neuroimmune exhaustion, which are caused by viral triggers'. 

In my view? Dear god.

And while I find it both amusing - and somewhat impudent - that she questions myself and the many, many ME sufferers and advocates who dare to challenge the authority of UK psychiatrists, I'm not sure if she's being incredibly naive or simply disingenuous. She has, of course, been heavily influenced by the never-ending spin coming out of King's College. It's a little disappointing, but she is certainly not the first and no doubt won't be the last to appropriate ME as a chapter for her book (ME is the 'go to' illness if you need a chapter) with no real curiosity for truth. I'm glad she used extracts from my novel, hopefully others will now read it, but in doing so she demonstrates a lack of control in her own narrative. She is a literature scholar, after all, not a judge of how patients should respond to inappropriate and harmful treatment.

While Schaffner finds it 'ironic that Wessely should have become such a hated figure in the CFS/ME community', I find it 'ironic' that her book is published by Columbia University Press, which states: Columbia University Press seeks to enhance Columbia University’s educational and research mission by publishing outstanding original works by scholars and other intellectuals that contribute to an understanding of global human concerns. In early 2015, Mady Hornig and Ian Lipkin, both highly respected ME researchers at Columbia University, had this to say: Immune Signatures in Blood Point to Distinct Disease Stages, Open Door to Better Diagnosis and Treatment. But as I said before,  Anna mentions not one single biomedical researcher by name. They are not important in her landscape.

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I can see that the narrative of ME is a morass from the outside, but those who really know, who really understand are patients such as myself who have lived through the politics, and seen the embedding of psychiatry since the 1990s, the very harmful conflation of ME with fatigue. In her cultural history of exhaustion Schaffner could have done something different, she could have explored why a group of doctors is clinging to an outdated model of ME, a veritable sinking ship, she could have asked why on earth this is happening. But she didn't. In 2016, almost thirty-three years after my own diagnosis, it's chilling that the psychogenic narrative of ME is still being given time of day. All that should be being discussed is biomedical research. Anything else is redundant and indulgent. It is we sufferers and serious biomedical researchers who should have control over the story.

*I've since had some emails with the TLS reviewer, who is a cultural historian - he was respectful and empathetic - while we still disagree on some points - and I think has learned more about the politics around ME.

** I see that QMUL has been ordered to release the PACE trial data. 

And here is info about the recovery data being sought.

*** And on re-analysis, the Agency for Healthcare Research and Quality (AHRQ) has declared the PACE trial findings to be invalid - GET and CBT are ineffective for 'ME/CFS'. Oxford criteria, once again, found lacking.

**** Blog from  Prof Vincent Racianello (immunology) on The Lancet/PACE circus, 29 August 2016

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Wellcome Book Prize 2016 - ignorance rewarding ignorance

*Updating this post: fantastic news, first ME biobank in Europe is officially opening its doors to external researchers on May 12 at London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. More info here.

I resent using any more energy - it truly takes its toll - on the daft neurologist Suzanne O'Sullivan, but the travesty of her winning the Wellcome Book Prize is too important to ignore. I've been trying to correct her harmful nonsense about ME since she won the prize last week, on Twitter. She herself blocks everyone who challenges her, including the mother of severely ill patient Whitney Dafoe whose father, Stanford scientist Ron Davis, is valiantly trying to complete the ME jigsaw.

In serious scientific circles, there is no longer any doubt that myalgic encephalomyeltis/chronic fatigue syndrome (I hate that name, but it is used in research) is  a serious, complex physical illness - though poorly understood, it is NOT psychiatric or psychological. However, that didn't stop O'Sullivan from including ME in a chapter of her 2015 book, It's All in Your Head, a study of psychosomatic illness - or rather a series of anecdotes about patients she has seen. She has published before on carpal tunnel syndrome and non-epileptic seizures (I have not been able to find any papers on ME, unsurprisingly).  Whatever the merits of the other chapters, O'Sullivan has no expertise whatsoever in ME, but that didn't stop the judges from being seduced by her magnificent nonsense (worth noting I think that no one in the research world has heard of Suzanne O'Sullivan, but she is elevated to an ME 'authority' just by having this book published).

Her ME chapter is, of course, wholly uninformed and manipulative, unoriginal in its prejudice and bias. I reviewed the book last year on Goodreads.  Her Rachel chapter is revealing only in what it omits. It's fairly clear to anyone who is informed about ME -  as patient, carer or true specialist - that O'Sullivan is havering (good Scottish word). She's not going to rock the science, of course, that is progressing nicely - but unfortunately she is persuading new gullible readers that ME is an unconscious switch in our heads that flicks on and mimics serious illness. You couldn't fucking make it up that in 2016 this got the Wellcome Book Prize. The judges - I imagine intelligent and decent people - though only one seems to work in medicine/science - simply rewarded ignorance with ignorance.

What is *most* galling is the fawning, ignorant media, who have indulged her all week, themselves almost wilfully ignorant of biomedical research. They assume a mantle of authority. And readers and reviewers of O'Sullivan too become overnight experts in a neuroimmune illness they know nothing of.

I was told earlier by an obnoxious book reviewer (he was making quips about his own hypochondria and full of praise for her book, saying he'd be 'thrilled' to know he didn't have a serious neurological disorder, and wondering why do patients have  a problem with a likely psychological diagnosis) that the ME chapter is *only* 20 pages and that he had no interest in debating further. I told him I've been ill for 33 years, diagnosed by a consultant neurologist, and 250, 000 in UK have ME, so 20 pages is not just 20 pages; and I suggested perhaps it's best not to tweet about a book if you have no interest in discussing the issues. For this, he blocked me. My voice silenced just like that. Basically told to dry my eyes, we have nothing to complain about. A quarter of a million lives already severely diminished, further harmed by O'Sullivan's nonsense. Yes, book bloggers know best. What a luxury to be able to dismiss those 20 pages! He blocked others too who tried to educate him.

Interestingly, no one in the UK media has yet asked Suzanne O'Sullivan about the toxic PACE trial - which has just been in court over failure to share its data (someone on Amazon has suggested there might be a significance that one of the judges works for QMUL, but surely not, that is just too depressing to contemplate that judges would not be independent. Though the way this illness has been relentlessly politicised since the nineties truly stinks. Personally, I don't believe there was any 'fix', just lazy, old prejudices about ME being confirmed). O'Sullivan predictably praises GET/CBT in her book - cannily, without actually naming PACE - as the most effective treatment, with no reference at all to the harms of graded exercise. Just as she praises Simon Wessely, without naming him. His name, of course,  now carries too much baggage. Her claim that he is 'the person in the UK who has taken this illness the most seriously' is, I'd confidently say, a giant whopper (there are a few in the chapter). She conveniently omits the 1980s' UK specialists: Melvin Ramsay, Peter Behan, Betty Dowsett, John Richardson, and Nigel Speight (my illness was taken very seriously in 1984 by Professor Behan, then Doctor).



And, of course, she disingenuously conflates ME and 'chronic fatigue', just like those psychiatrists she emulates. O'Sullivan - and those like her - seek to control a dying narrative. She has been silencing those who politely challenge her. I was blocked when I simply asked her this. She lives in a little bubble on Twitter, which only lets praise in. Patients with ME have no right of reply. Is this not quite strange for a scientist? The prize is about stimulating scientific debate, one wonders what she is so afraid of. The truth, perhaps?

It has been gruelling having this illness for 33 years, and indescribably exhausting trying to educate others, yet still we are facing this prejudice and nonsense from a small, self-congratulatory club in the UK (USA are miles ahead, although we do have fantastic initiatives here like Invest in ME annual conferences). As someone else said on Twitter, how much evidence do these people need, what will it take? What do they all gain from acting like petulant children, fingers in ears?

I cried when I read that O'Sullivan had won the Wellcome Prize. Could this really be the most deserving book on the shortlist? - it is not even well written, the somewhat toneless chapters all blur into one (not to mention that the made-up patient name 'Camilla' is alienating, but that is a trivial point).  I have now run out of words, trying to educate the seemingly ineducable, but I do still have my precious novel. It remains my weapon. Two of these books tells the truth about Ramsay-ME, one recycles nonsense:





Thursday, 11 February 2016

Penelope Lively on ageing reminds me of getting used to being ill at twenty

I've just started Penelope Lively's memoir Ammonites and Leaping Fish, I had not heard of this book and am glad that artist and writer Nancy nudged me in its direction. For a long time, I've been reading about South Asia in 1940s and 1950s in an attempt to put together some kind of fictionalised version of my father, and Nancy told me Penelope talks about Suez in 1950s, which is perfect as my dad travelled by ship from Pakistan to UK at least once in that decade (I even found the passenger list). I'm not yet at the Suez part, but Penelope's chapter on old age makes me smile. Talking about adapting to old age - she is 80 - she says:
You get used to it. And that surprises me. You get used to diminishment, to a body that is stalled, an impediment? Well, yes, you do. An alter ego is amazed, aghast perhaps - myself in the roaring forties, when robust health was an assumption, a given, something you barely noticed because it was always there. Acceptance has set in, somehow, has crept up on you, which is just as well, because the alternative - perpetual rage and resentment - would not help matters. You are now this other person, your earlier selves are out there, familiar, well remembered, but you have to come to terms with a different incarnation.
Getting used to a different incarnation is, of course, very different when you are young and the catastrophe of illness has punched into your life. I always say it takes about a decade to get used to having ME. That's probably how long it took me. In The State of Me when Helen is still horribly ill, aged 21, in bed, she lists 10 things about her old life:
6. Looking at photos of other self in other life. Tracing finger over old self, a smiling girl in a hockey team. My hockey stick lay like a corpse in the back of my cupboard, club foot poking through my clothes, reminding me of my frailty. I had tried to throw it out twice, but Nab had brought it back in.
And in real life I didn't really ever have difficulty accepting, it just was, though at the beginning, when acutely ill, I was more terrified than anything of how ill you could feel and not be dying. I think I have always dealt with my illness with dignity, but there may well be some rage at the fucking circus of psychiatrists who have made life so hard for us by denying our illness is physical. The PACE trial is crumbling though. And we have Americans - journalist and academic David Tuller and professor of psychology James Coyne - to thank for that.

(And I had to look up ammonite. )

Sunday, 8 November 2015

The clamjamfry of the PACE trial

It's quite a clamjamfry in the world of ME research at the moment. The dodgiest-of-dodgy-trials aka as the Oxford PACE trial is having the life shaken out of it in the form of American health journalist and academic David Tuller. Tuller has recently and comprehensively demolished the trial over on Prof Vincent Racaniello's virology blog. And James C Coyne, professor of health psychology - and visiting professor at Stirling University - is weighing in too. The Americans have come to save us.

I often speak of the ME narrative being taken over by the CFS narrative in the nineties, and by chance I came across an ITN clip from 1996 - lovely Trevor McDonald informing us that ME was no longer known as ME, but now officially called CFS, and Simon Wessely (not yet knighted) telling us that longterm cases of disability had a psychological component. All interspersed with an exhausted woman telling us how very tired she was - no disrespect, but she apparently had (slow onset) chronic fatigue, not the actual neuroimmune illness ME. And glimpses of a shady-looking medical panel making this name change decision. So now we have actual visual proof of when the trajectory began: Ramsay-ME being buried by the psychiatry-led UK medical establishment. I'm so glad I didn't see this in 1996, the television screen would have been cursed to hell. (And given that the feisty consultant neurologist who diagnosed me in 1983/4 had also studied psychiatry at Harvard, you'd think he *might* just have picked up on any psychological component...)

But it has all come back to bite them on the bottom, as PACE is, of course, rubbish in so many ways. Conflating a complex, poorly understood neuroimmune illness with chronic fatigue was never going to work, was it? Apart from the methodological flaws/holes, what enrages me is that the scaffolding of PACE is that ME - even if virally triggered - is perpetuated by unhelpful illness beliefs - and that changing how you think about your illness (CBT) and a wee graded jog (GET)  round the park will make you all better. No matter that many people with ME are reporting becoming *more* disabled after graded exercise therapy. Once mild or moderately ill, now bedridden. No matter that you can't fucking exercise because your head shuts down and your muscles burn and you become exhausted and weak as  soon as you remotely overdo it. There is mitochondrial dysfunction, that's why. But PACE makes no allowances for post-exertional malaise (PEM).

Anyway, in response to Tuller, Simon last week wrote a defence of PACE - full of rather dull nautical imagery - which was quickly satirised by Graham McPhee, a former maths teacher who had to retire ten years ago due to ME. In the meantime, while PACE implodes, there is great research afoot. At last month's research collaborative meeting in Newcastle, virologist Professor Montoya of Stanford apologised to the ME community and said it was his wish that all USA doctors would apologise to ME patients for the way they been treated (and what a pleasure it was to meet him briefly and shake his hand). The Norwegian government has already apologised, a shame that the UK neither has the impulse nor grace to do the same. Here is the summary of ongoing and new research presented in Newcastle written up on ME Association's site by Dr Charles Shepherd. And the USA's NIH has just pledged a massive injection to research.

My 14 year old nephew sent me the first draft of his short story assignment for school, I love reading both nephews' writing. I'm bemused by the arc of good versus evil - the Americans are all powerful and good, fighting evil terrorists who want to nuke the planet. Of course, in real life, there is much more grey, but as far as PACE is concerned I'm very glad we have the Americans on board. One can sense they are flabbergasted at how the UK media has been bolstering the psychiatric lobby, presenting only one - very flawed - model of ME for the last twenty years.  And on the subject of nephews, my younger nephew, who's ten, almost eleven, dressed up as an assassin at Halloween. *

* update Welcome article by doctor/journalist James Le Fanu in Telegraph on the nonsense of PACE - rare to have intelligent articles on ME by UK journalist.

Thursday, 13 August 2015

Prof Julia Newton's excellent severe ME research; & active verbs & buffoonery

Terrific to see Julia Newton's recent research project: identifying those with severe ME in Newcastle area. 

Real science.  That might actually help people.

The buffoons are, to be sure, slowly retreating. The new BACME - those self-appointed experts - medical guidelines state that 'CFS/ME is not a mental health issue'. No shit, Sherlock! You can tell they are trying weakly to embrace the biomedical model, having, of course, previously supported the horribly flawed biopsychosocial model, but their true colours are still there - no mention of pacing, which is how people with ME fucking survive.

And still predictably promoting PACE/CBT nonsense -  psychobabble galore, it really is a hoot, active verbs and everything:





But they can't give up all their beliefs at once, can they? And who is regulating BACME? 

Perhaps being part of the ME Research Collaborative has reigned them in a  bit.


Saturday, 20 June 2015

The daft neurologist (cont'd) ...

My book being published in 2008 has been one of the happiest times in my life - though the process was certainly not without its trials (and I developed very frightening uveitis afterwards - the whole fiasco took its toll) - and on the launch night I was in heaven. The room was packed, copies of my novel piled up beside me, my nephews - then just three and six - were sitting in the audience and walked up to the front with roses during the reading. That was the only actual launch event I did, I can't possibly run around the country/world doing writerly things and that breaks my heart.

Still.
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You would think/hope that thirty years after my diagnosis of ME - abnormal muscle biopsy, abnormal EMG, abnormal blood tests etc etc etc - all would be fine and dandy, we would be waiting patiently and quietly for the elusive biomarker, as dedicated researchers worked hard to help us find a cause and cure. No chance. 

The (ever more desperate) psychiatric lobby is always hiding behind you, waiting to jump out and squeeze the very soul out of you. This past fortnight we have been treated to a work called 'It's all in your Head: True Stories of Imaginary Illness' by a daft neurologist called Suzanne O'Sullivan, who apparently googled ME and then wrote her ridiculous chapter on ME/CFS and false illness beliefs. Her book sits on the table in the same Waterstones I had my launch. It is very tempting to place copies of The State of Me, offer a 2-for-1, prevent readers being  duped. And Suzanne is of course, doing the whole literary trail, book festivals galore. She seems wholly unperturbed about spreading medical misinformation.

This Bookseller article referred to her book as 'groundbreaking and controversial'.

I can confirm however that it is certainly not groundbreaking, more a dreary recycling of the biopsychosocial narrative because as I already reviewed here on Goodreads, it includes a case study 'Rachel', a young woman with 'ME/CFS' who 'fails' to manage her fatigue and doesn't get better. Naughty Rachel. She refuses psychiatric treatment (Good for you, Rachel). The chapter is manipulative and incoherent. Vacuous too. 

This is 2015, let's just remind ourselves. Yet Suzanne has not managed to keep up with the science in spite  of having it all at her fingertips. If Suzanne were not so dangerous, she would be a hoot, but this is, frankly, indefensible:
 'I will not be obtuse. I believe that psychological factors and behavioural issues, if they are not the entire cause, at the very least contribute in a significant way to prolonging the disability that occurs in chronic fatigue syndrome. Do I know that for sure? No, nobody does...'
'...So is it a somatisation disorder? ME/CFS is an illness in its own right that has not traditionally been referred to as a somatisation disorder, but that is not to say that it does not share common ground with psychosomatic disorders. It manifests as multiple medically unexplained symptoms. Sufferers of both disorders carry similar behaviours and illness beliefs and neither leads to evidence of organic disease however long you wait.'
 'There is certainly evidence that ME/CFS can be precipitated by exposure to an infecting agent (no shit, Sherlock!) but once the infection has cleared, there is no way of explaining how the syndrome of chronic fatigue develops, except perhaps to consider the psychological vulnerability of those affected and their behavioural response to the illness.'

The icing on the cake (this part is also in my Goodreads review but is worth repeating for those of us who actually have an understanding of the stinking politics around this illness):

'In my early years training in neurology I encountered many patients with CFS, but more recently neurologists have distanced themselves from this disorder and patients are more likely to seek help from immunologists or endocrinologists. I do not currently see patients for the purpose of diagnosing or treating ME/CFS, but many of my patients with dissociative seizures have a history of ME/CFS, and there is something very interesting in that fact alone.'

There is something very interesting alone in the fact that Suzanne does not seem to have actually met (m)any patients with classic Ramsay-ME  - in 1990s when she was training, the Wessely/CFS school was just taking root. ME was being 'disappeared'. The patients she sees with dissociative seizures most likely don't have classic ME in first place. (Who knows what they have, given that ME/CFS has become a dustbin diagnosis, thanks to Oxford criteria, so loved by Wessely school.)

But O'Sullivan seems not to be unaware of the problems with criteria. (She really ought to watch Leonard Jason, professor of psychology, his 2014 presentation on case definitions and criterion variance is excellent.)

And we don't ever find out what happens to Rachel, she is not followed up. O'Sullivan also fails spectacularly to describe the experience of probably all of us with ME, of pushing ourselves to recover only to relapse catastrophically.

So, a doctor who is not an expert in ME feels entitled to devote a whole chapter of her book to ME, in which she shamefully undermines all the years of hard work those of us with the illness have done to educate. She is taking the piss. She will not rock the science, of course, it is progressing nicely, but she could well do damage to someone with ME who has faced disbelief from friends or family.

What I have realised, though, is there is little point in railing against the oafs, it only makes you more ill. And to my surprise, even book review threads contain oafs, I did not know this. I was naive and thought that book threads might be a useful way of educating other readers about ME. People who read are nice, friendly, reasonable. Not so.

Oafs abound. And they steal your energy, they are noise in your head. They are self-important, bloated and entirely lacking in self-awareness. They know best, you see. Your thirty-three years of lived illness does not equal their opinion. And they also have a skill of blocking out hard, objective science. They have convinced themselves that 250 000 people in the UK are somatising across the decades. As someone on the book thread said, their blocking out of evidence is a psychologial phenomenon in itself.

The Countess of Mar has written a stonkingly good letter to O'Sullivan and copied it to her publisher Chatto and Windus (and also to Simon W's seemingly joined-at-the-hip friend David Aaronovitch). It is just so dispiriting that Suzanne's publisher saw no harm in her framing of ME as psychosomatic. I guess they just see £ signs (ooh, controversial, edgy science).

The truth is, of course, that O'Sullivan has indulged herself at our expense, and her publishers have indulged her too, by including a neuroimmune illness in a book of 'all in your head' disorders.  It goes without saying that no one in the ME patient/research community had heard of her until a few weeks ago, and yet readers - frighteningly gullible - are willing to bestow authority on her.

Dearie me.

Happily, the Annals of Internal Medicine have just put this very fine NIH  report online: National Institutes of Health Pathways to Prevention Workshop: Advancing the Research on Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

I have decided not to blog about ME any more, not unless there is good news to report,  advances in research, positive events. I have educated others as much as I can,  but it is simply too draining, physically and emotionally to challenge nonsense.

Science is winning, it always has been.

But in the meantime, I have banished the oafs.


Tuesday, 2 June 2015

Do No Harm by Henry Marsh; & another doctor turned writer (Suzanne O'Sullivan, who believes ME is psychosomatic) *updated

I'd read a couple of chapters of Do No Harm before I realised that Henry Marsh is the subject of Geoffrey Smith's 2007 award-winning documentary The English Surgeon, which I saw four or five years ago. The film first came to my attention because at that time a production company was planning to use my novel as the scaffolding of a documentary about ME and Geoffrey Smith was the director (it fell through, as these things do, and the film seems now to have halted). I warmed very much to Henry Marsh in the documentary and I love him again in Do No Harm: his humility and self-deprecation shine through his brilliance as a surgeon, he is honest about his faults - he can be short-tempered and vain. He mocks himself for getting annoyed at having to queue at a supermarket check-out when he is an important neurosurgeon. His gorgeous, pared down prose reflects a surgical precision, he says what has to be said, no more, no less. The details of the neurosurgery he practices can be hard to read, I grimaced more than once, and while the technicalities are fascinating,  it is Marsh's humanity and wry humour that makes the book so readable. A doctor who admits wholeheartedly to the luck that is involved in a complicated operation succeeding or failing, a doctor who admits to his own mistakes and can't bear to think of the patients who have suffered at his hands. My favourite line is when he describes how important it is for doctors themselves to experience the anguish of being an angry or anxious relative (or patient) - his baby son had a, thankfully, treatable brain tumour: Doctors, I tell my trainees with a laugh, can't suffer enough.

I often think that doctors who have experienced illness themselves  make better doctors.

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Not all doctors can write although the publishing world seems awestruck when they do. A new book came to my attention at the weekend by Suzanne O'Sullivan, she has been at Hay promoting It's All in your Head: 'True stories of Imaginary Illness', and the papers have had interviews and extracts. The Sunday Times reported that she controversially thinks ME is psychosomatic. So there you go, a doctor I've never heard of, her opinion slips in like a wee sharp knife - I'm hardly going to warm to her. Still, I can admire good writing even if I dislike the writer's opinions, but the extract in the Guardian is plodding and dull, this happened and then that happened, clichés sprinkled here and there, my interest flagged. And the subject seems derivative, a mix of Oliver Sacks (whose writing I loved) and Elaine Showalter (the horror, the horror!).

Just imagine for a moment you had ME and you were referred to this neurologist, what would she say to you, that it is all in your mind? My consultant neurologist ordered a muscle biopsy and EMG in order to confirm suspected abnormalities, but this of course was pre-'CFS' days (nowadays, you can apparently google 'chronic fatigue', pop down to your local fatigue clinic to get a diagnosis of ME, then get better in a few hours after the Lightning Process, this is one journalist's experience - and he actually confirms O'Sullivan's suggestion that some patients are ill because they google symptoms, he refers to himself as a prolific 'cyberchondriac'. This, of course, is not the experience of patients who have actual ME).

These doctors, such as O'Sullivan, who continue to deny that ME is a physical illness are making a choice not to listen, to ignore the research and abundance of literature, it is very worrying. Their position is  untenable, but still they hang on.  Who benefits? - not patients with ME, that's for sure. The ME Association has just published a report on the harms of CBT and GET as primary treatments for ME, I wonder if it will make a blind bit of difference.

First, do no harm...

Precisely.
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*Update 

Suzanne O'Sullivan's book does indeed include a chapter on 'ME/CFS' - 'Rachel'.  It is,  unsurprisingly, manipulative and incoherent. In Suzanne's world, you google ME and decide it matches your symptoms and that is what you have got.  (She also patronisingly said on Radio 4: 'I don't think the internet has been so much of a problem for doctors as such, I think it is a problem for patients and people.')

And this may, in fact, be the most revealing passage in the chapter:
'In my early years training in neurology I encountered many patients with CFS, but more recently neurologists have distanced themselves from this disorder and patients are more likely to seek help from immunologists or endocrinologists. I do not currently see patients for the purpose of diagnosing or treating ME/CFS, but many of my patients with dissociative seizures have a history of ME/CFS, and there is something very interesting in that fact alone.'

There is something very interesting in the fact that Suzanne does not seem to have actually met (m)any patients with classic Ramsay-ME (in 1990s when she was training the Wessely/CFS school was just taking root). Rachel, the girl in her book with ME/CFS is, to my mind, an artificial construct, a composite character with the 'behaviours' of ME patients - internet diagnosis, increasingly helpless, 'over-helpful' parents - that the Wessely school adores. Rachel rejects the psychiatric treatment offered her. We never find out what happens to her, though Suzanne says: 'The impact of our emotional well-being on our health is not a trifling problem. I only wish I could convince Rachel of this'.

Her apparent lack of contact with patients who actually have ME - coupled with not following the science - would perhaps explain why she felt that including ME in a book of imaginary illnesses was acceptable. But hallelujah! Suzanne is still at pains to tell us that she does believe we are ill, honestly, she believes us, but we just have to be good and understand that it is all in our heads.

I have reviewed the chapter on Goodreads (and Amazon).

The ME Association has complained to the Times about David Aaronovitch's review of the book - and his re-assertions - yawn yawn - that ME is probably psychosomatic. Invest in ME has also complained to The Times. How many hundreds of hours have we had to waste challenging these oafs?

How many hours?

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

12 May: ME Awareness Day; and people who think they are made of glass (updated 17 May)

Today, 12 May, is ME Awareness Day. I have nothing new to say, nothing that I haven't said a million times before. My friend Catherine has written a brilliant post for mumsnet blog about life with ME, I urge you to read this if you want to understand more.

I also want to thank the ME Association for all they do for us.

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Yesterday, I came across an article about people who think they are made of glass, it fascinated me, this exceedingly rare mental illness. I imagined 'glass delusion' sufferers - almost mythical, fairytale creatures - perhaps being prescribed CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) and graded exercise (GET). I thought of them protesting: But we can't do graded exercise, our legs will break! I thought of them being told, your legs won't break, there's nothing wrong with you, it's in your head that you're made of glass. In the case of believing you are made of glass, this would indeed be true, that it's in your head. In the case of the neuroimmune illness ME, our legs do indeed break when we are *forced* to do exercise. Our muscles cannot cope and we might as well be made of glass, so fragile do we feel. But the PACE brigade continue to support the insupportable theory that ME is perpetuated by false illness beliefs. GET and CBT as a primary treatment for sufferers of ME is a grotesque fairytale, the PACE trial, an evil stepmother.

***Update 17 May: Have just listened to 'The Glass Delusion' programme on Radio 4, v interesting, though tainted somewhat by the appearance approx 20 mins in of  Prof Edward Shorter, a medical historian in Toronto, who has been in the past extremely hostile towards ME sufferers. He wrote this article in February in response to the USA's Institute of Medicine proposing new criteria for and naming - Systemic Exercise Intolerance Disease (SEID) - of  CFS. He seems to have edited the original article to make it slightly less unpalatable.  I see Shorter is actually mentioned in the original BBC article I posted above, but I didn't notice, is very far down, near end. This is what comes of not reading the whole article...seems anyway that my blog post was prescient. Also, good to see Dr Enlander challenge Shorter when his nasty article came out. 

Still, 'The Glass Delusion' is very worth listening to.  I liked the novelist's comment that Cinderella's slippers would be much less fascinating were they made of velvet.