Failed Diagnoses

By the time I finally got Carmichael diagnosed, my spleen was between 12 and 15 pounds. Here are the before and after pictures I took.

From Before and After

As you can imagine, I was happy to get that weight off. All it took was some chemotherapy, and my spleen shrank back to the slightly larger-than-normal size in the picture on the right. To give you some perspective, I lost at least 10 pounds in a week.

That being said, you might wonder how I came to have such a large spleen without realizing that something was wrong. Part of it was certainly denial. I had symptoms for such a long time, but I never really felt sick, and I wasn't really sure how serious the symptoms were or if I was just imagining them.

My symptoms began nearly two years ago. It started as a constant cough that wouldn't go away. After three months, and after my next paper deadline, I went to the doctor to find out what the problem was, and she told me it was allergies. I tried some allergy medication, which obviously did nothing. A few months later, I tried again, and they said allergies. They also checked for asthma and decided it wasn't that. After two more "second" opinions, I finally got a referral to a specialist. He looked at me for less than a minute and told me that it was asthma, and gave me a bunch of medication, which again did nothing.

I never could figure out what it was... until yesterday. I just realized that I haven't had to cough the way I used to even once since I left the hospital. My best guess is that it was due to the splenomegaly, that my spleen was pushing on my lungs, or something. So it took many attempts at diagnosis to discover Carmichael.

As for my other symptoms, there was the splenomegaly; I just thought I was putting on weight! I exercised a lot and even dieted a little to avoid it (which explains why I'm too thin now). There were also some swollen lymph nodes around my groin; this is what eventually prompted me to visit the doctor again, even though I have had swollen lymph nodes before that went away on their own. But really, other than that, I've felt very healthy! I was floored when I discovered how serious my condition was.

I also noticed a slight drop in my workout performance, and I had a lot of difficulty with my public speaking (I presented some of my work right before getting diagnosed), but I just chalked these things up to getting older and nerves respectively. It's just so easy to explain away each individual symptom when you can't see that they all relate in one big picture.

There were two other factors that delayed my diagnosis. The first I can only blame on myself. I have been so busy with work and research for the past two years that I neglected to take care of myself. I really hope that others will listen to me when I say that no matter how important your work seems, it is never more important than your health.

The second annoys me much more. Apparently Carmichael is typically identified through routine blood tests. This makes sense in general; it's much more common in older people who are probably more likely to be getting routine blood tests. But another way that it could be discovered would be through ordinary blood screening through a donation to the Red Cross. And I would love to donate to the Red Cross, but they don't want my blood. Well, to be fair, they shouldn't have wanted my blood... but they didn't want my blood for the wrong reason, because I'm a gay man. When I think of what could have happened because they are unwilling to take blood from gay people, it really makes me angry.

Well, despite everything, I DID get diagnosed, and I am still in the chronic (earliest and most treatable) stage of Carmichael. Things could be worse, but I also worry for others who might not be as fortunate to be diagnosed in time.