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The Devastating Effects of Mitochondrial Disease That Run Through My Family


This year, the week of September 15th marks Mitochondrial Disease Awareness Week, but the members of my family and I will continue to fight this battle for the rest of our lives.

For the most part, we are medically unsupported because of a lack of mitochondrial disease symptom awareness and education in the medical field. As with many rare conditions, doctors are only trained to recognize the most obvious cases. Most of us “don’t look sick,” and our standard work-ups look “normal.”

My story is similar to so many living with mitochondrial diseases. I became totally debilitated by it in the prime of my life, at the age of 33. In the 27 years since then, instead of living, potentially, the most productive, fulfilling years of my life, I have struggled to just keep living.

I vacillate between being nearly totally bedridden and being housebound. From the age of 11 on, I periodically dealt with prolonged bouts of unexplained fatigue, malaise and vague illnesses that were always attributed to a virus, the catchall diagnosis of the time. I missed a lot of school — so much so that for a couple of years of high school, I was threatened with failing, despite keeping honor roll grades, because of the number of days I was absent from school.

As I finished high school, then entered college and the workforce, somehow I was able to push through and graduate both high school and college with honors. I was able to excel at my job as a medical laboratory technologist. I guess most of it was just drive, but perhaps some of my symptoms had abated to a degree.

The symptoms that were eventually diagnosed as mitochondrial disease – failure of my adrenal glands, thyroid, and pituitary gland — led to my collapse in 1992. It would take eight years to be diagnosed with mitochondrial disease.

In addition to profound, debilitating fatigue, muscle weakness and pain, and frequent episodes of lactic acidosis, I have also developed heart failure and breathing problems due to weak breathing muscles and diaphragm weakness. I have been told by my doctors that I could end up on a ventilator.

In late June of 1992, my life changed almost overnight. I went from being a dancer who danced and taught classes three or four hours a day three to four days a week, and a medical laboratory technologist working in a busy hospital that supported my “dance habit” (as my workmates liked to joke), to not being able to get out of bed and go to work. I remember the exact day I couldn’t get up. I had been on vacation for a week that was mostly spent in bed. On Monday, I did not know what was wrong, but something dreadfully was. I had never felt so profoundly fatigued and fearful in my life. My body just wouldn’t work.

Mitochondrial disease can destroy lives and families. It is multigenerational. When this happens, those who are sick are often left caring for the sick, as in my mother’s and my case. My maternal grandmother suffered greatly, dealing with extreme GI problems and heart problems. My uncle spent the last 25 years of his life bedridden and died from it. My mother’s life and energy have been severely compromised by it. I started having intermittent symptoms at age 11. I thought since I had no children, this life-destroying illness would end with me. However, that may not be the case. My siblings carry the genetic defect from my mother. Their children could be affected, and at least one seems to be.

People remain undiagnosed in large part because of the lack of awareness among doctors, and the lack of specialists in mitochondrial medicine. They remain undiagnosed because of the inadequacies in diagnostics.

While I don’t think help will come for me in my lifetime, I continue to advocate and take the fight for awareness to whomever I can, to try and help the next generations in my family.

I do not want anyone else in my family to become a statistic. There are dozens of children and young adults who die every day from this disease, along with those of us who are living such poor quality of lives, expecting long and agonizing journeys towards the end.

I am working to fight and advocate for all of us, and I hope others will take the time to learn about mitochondrial disease as well.

Image Credits: Getty Images via mbolina