Battle scars: 4 failed arterial line attempts and 12 failed IV attempts. I have no veins left and my radial arteries are so scarred up from previous insertions, that it’s virtually impossible to get access unless they put a central line in. Very frustrating for the doctors and very painful for me.

I’d been having vague flu like symptoms, such as stomach bloating and chills for about a week before my lungs started to act up. Less than 3 weeks earlier I had received the H1H1 vaccine as well as the regular annual flu shot, so the last thing on my mind is that I might actually be coming down with the flu.

By New Years Eve afternoon my peak flows started to trend downward, and by that evening they had dropped from 340 to 200. My sats fell from 97 to 89%. I was requiring neb treatments almost every hour and had considered going to the ER right then and there, but had decided against it because of it being New Years eve and all. I figured the hospitals would be jammed with New Years revelers , so I decided I would just try to tough it out till morning and then re-assess. Maybe by then I would feel better. After a horribly breathless and sleepless night spent next to the nebulizer machine, I figured I had had enough, bit the bullet and went to the ER.

As is usual for me, rather than being carted in or delivered by ambulance, I strolled into ER on foot. I told the triage Nurse what the problem was. She took down my name and asked if I was in serious distress at the moment ( since I never really look sick) , I said I was OK at the moment . She had me take a seat in the waiting room ( which by the way, was pretty much emptied at 11am). 5 minutes had past, then 10 minutes, and 30 , and still they had not called me in. By now it had been almost an hour since I had a breathing treatment and I was really starting to close up. I hate making a scene , but I thought I was going to pass out, so I stood up and walked back over the triage window. The Nurse took one look at me and said ” OH MY GOD .. You haven’t been seen yet??? I said no, and I think I’m going to pass out. Within 30 seconds I was on a gurney on my way to the resuscitation room . I didn’t actually pass out, but I sure prompted a lot of people into action. Before I knew it, I was on a continuous albuterol neb with people whirling around me trying to get IVs in. They asked the usual questions.. Have you ever been intubated? Before I could answer, one of the ER doctors recognized me and said “He’s a bad one….he’s been intubated a dozen times”
Within a record 30 minutes, the ICU team had completed their evaluation and I was on my way to the unit.

In the ICU they put me on the usual Bipap setting of 12/5 with 15mg/hr of Albuterol piped in. Because of my flu symptoms, they swabbed my nose with the rapid flu test, put me on droplet precautions and placed me in isolation, which means anyone coming in contact with me had to wear a mask and eye shields. Im sure the staff weren’t too please about that ( I know from personal experience what a pain it can be to work with a patient who is in isolation, especially a ventilator patient.)

For the first few hours, the bipap seemed like it was helping, my Sats had increased to 98% with an FIO2 of just 40%. Although I was saturating well, I was starting to feel that all familiar ache that I feel when my CO2 starts to climb. After several unsuccessful attempts at placing an Arterial-line ( which hurt like hell), they finally gave up and resorted to doing individual ABG draws.

(My Hannibal Lecter look before Intubation)

I had now been on bipap for about 4 hours and my PCo2 was starting to climb. The first PCO2 came back at 43, but I was on bipap and my resp rate was in 50s ( this is not a good sign). An hour later my PCO2 was 60. A half hour after that, it was 66 and my Ph 7.29 . It was time for the intubation talk. Rather than himming and hawing about how long to wait, this time I told them straight up, just intubate when you think Ive had enough. They agreed, and 30 minutes later it was lights out for me. 14 hours later I woke up with a tube down my windpipe.

Here’s a clip my camera-happy partner took. They were in the process of weaning me off the ventilator and just about to take the ET tube out.

About 1 hour after that video was taken, I was extubated and talking up a storm …or should I say cuzzing up a storm. Why was I not kept down longer? Why didn’t they use propofol to sedate me. Why were the RTs being so rude to me this time?

The anesthesiologist had promised me that they were going to use propofol and keep me asleep for at least 48 hours, but it turns out that I had the same weird reaction to propofol as I did during the previous intubation. Something called “infusion syndrome“,so they had to stop giving it to me. They thought it was strange, because propofol infusion syndrome usually occurs in people who are sedated for several days.
For that reason they had to use Versed and Fentanyl instead of propofol to keep me sedated, making it much harder to keep me asleep. At one point I actually remember walking up “paralyzed” and unable to move or communicate. Apparently they had not sedated me enough and I woke up before the paralytic agent (a drug they use when they insert the tube) wore off. Talk about a horrible experience. Nothing like being a zombie. In total, I was on the ventilator for less than 2 days.

After being extubated the RT gave me the choice of using the continuous neb or the bipap…. of course I chose the neb. I did Ok for about an hour , but then once again ,my PCO2 started to climb. Not happy with my recent ABGs, the RT comes into the room accusing me of causing this spike in my CO2, because of not following her instructions of using the bipap. WHAT THE F!
Since when is the patient suppose to decide what type of therapy he gets? Even an RT/ patient deserves someone else to call the shots when he’s sick. I didn’t like her attitude and I told her. The next thing I know, she sends in her supervisor who starts patronizing me. He says to me…” your Ph is 7.30 and your CO2 is climbing again. If you want , I can help you correct it. If you’re not willing to help,then there’s nothing I can do for you. WHAT THE F AGAIN? What’s with the all the attitude. Eveyone was nice to me before I got exubated. What did I do?

I was so pissed off I wanted to scream, but I figured that they would treat me better if I did what they wanted. So I just sucked it up and did what they asked. The male RT set me up on what they call “non-Invasive” ventilation. It’s basically where they hook you up to a ventilator with a mask instead of an endotracheal tube. Its just a fancy way to give Bipap. He also encouraged me to play with the ventilator settings , so that I could adjust it the way I wanted. ( Remember, I’m an RT. I know how to operate ventilators). At this point I couldn’t figure out if he was making fun of me, or if he appreciated the fact that I was trying to play ball with him and cooperate. In any case, his act of showing a little kindness paid off, and within a short time my ABGs were stabilized and everyone was happy, including myself.

12 hours later I was strong enough to breath on my own and they were able to discontinue the breathing machine entirely. So, what was up with all the attitude they were directing my way? ( more about that later)

I have now been in the hospital for 3 days, been on and off the ventilator, and was starting to breath a little better. The Rapid flu antigen test came back negative, but because the test is only 50% accurate, they decided to do the more sensitive test for swine flu. That test takes 6 days and had to be send the to state for processing. What this basically meant, is that even if the test was negative, I would be spending the rest of my hospital stay in isolation. I really didn’t mind because it assured me a private room my entire hospital stay.

On Day 4 I was deemed stable enough to be transferred to the step down unit, where I stayed until my discharge 3 days later. While there , I was placed back on a continuous albuterol neb, but this time the dose was decreased to 5 mg per hour.I did fine on that , but began coughing much more than I usually do. My biggest complaint was the congested nose and the unrelenting chills from whatever virus I had. Eventually , my chest became congested as well. I was able to cough up some gunk , which they analyzed in the lab. Seems on top of this virus from hell, I also had a bacterial infection brewing and now had bronchitis. The next morning they started me on Doxycycline and decided to keep me in the hospital an extra day. On Friday I still felt like crap, but was home sick and convinced them that I felt well enough to go home.

So, what was all this rudeness and attitude I was detecting from some of the RTs and some of the doctors? Well , it turns out that some of the ICU doctors were concerned about my tolerance for opiates. The fact that I was requesting Fentanyl and Dilaudid to ease my breathlessness was apparently a red-flag to them. Despite the fact that my personal pulmonlogist’s condone the use of opiates to treat severe breathlessness, it’s still not a widely accepted practice in the ICU. For many critical care doctors and respiratory therapists, if you’re taking opiates, you either have an addiction to them, or you have psychosomatic illness. In either case, you are definitely treated differently. You’re basically treated like a psych patient instead of a medical patient. In my case , neither of their assumptions were true. The fact is, I only take opiates ( or request them) when the work of breathing becomes overwhelming to me. The breathlessness that I experience is caused by my narrowing airways during an attack. It’s this breathlessness that causes my anxiety, not the other other way around. And that’s the part that people have a hard time accepting.

I am not an anxious person, unless I’m suffocating to death. I can see now though, that my requests for painkillers to make my breathing easier, would probably account for why some of the doctors were acting weird around me. On more than one occasion, I has some of the doctors trying to convince me that I should try some long acting anti depressants and/or anti -anxiety meds, instead of opiates to manage my dyspnea. They also gave me a list of referral to various specialists who supposedly deal with dyspnea management ( all of whom, Id seen in the past without success). I reminded her, that I was taking opiates on the recommendation of one of UCSFs own highly acclaimed palliative care doctors.
In the end, I basically told her that we had been down this road many times before, and I that I refuse to discuss the matter any further. It’s my life, and if I choose to take opiates during bouts of severe breathlessness, that’s my choice, and it should in no way, change how I am treated during an active severe asthma exacerbation. Case closed!

Dont get me wrong, I’m grateful, and for the most part , satisfied with the medical care I received during this hospital stay. There were a lot of good things that happened as well. For example, for the first time ever, the doctors actually granted my request to not exceed 60 mg per day of Solumedrol or prednisone, which really helped. I’m am however, not too happy with the way I was spoken to by some of the other staff, especially the RTs . There seems to be this weird vibe I get from other Respiratory Therapists when they find out that I’m a Therapist myself. Either they like me right off the bat or they are intimidated by me… I’m not sure what’s up with that. I was also made to feel by some of the physicians, that I somehow brought this exacerbation on myself by over -reacting to my own dyspnea. That simply wasn’t the case. I’m pretty sure it was the flu that triggered this event, not anxiety. Besides, I think it would be pretty hard to go into full blown clinical respiratory failure, just from anxiety alone.

Bottom line…Much like credit report, incorrect statements or diagnosis that end up in your chart , can have a negative effect on the type of medical care you receive for years to come. I think this is especially true when it comes to medically complex patients (such as severe asthmatics.) A lot of this misinformation could be avoided if physicians were allowed to follow their patients in the hospital. Of course, that’s not going to happen. Evidence based medicine is here to stay.

On asthma severity scale of 1-10, this probably only ranks a 6 or 7, though having the flu at the same made it feel like a 10. Number 97 is behind me now, but I still have a long recovery ahead. It will take me weeks to regain the strength I lost in just one week of illness. As Ive said before, the aftermath of a severe asthma exacerbation is often more difficult to deal with than the actual attack itself.
It often takes several days after the hospitalization before you start feeling the trauma of what your body has been through. Being jabbed dozens of time with needles and catheters. Lack of sleep, sensory overload, having a hose shoved down your windpipe, being place on artificial life support. And then of course , there’s all those potent drugs. All these catch up with you. Yes, the recovery is often the worse than the treatment.

If there are any bright spots to this other wise crappy week, it would be the wonderful Nurses I encountered in both the ICU and Step down units who have taken care of me many times. They are angels.

And finally, a special thank you and hug for Kerri and Dr Wenzel who took the time to check up on me everyday while I was in the hospital via telephone. Dr Wenzel recommended that they do a PFT on me for discharging me,..and they actually did it! Now, that’s what I call clout!

PS…In all fairness, the RTs in question were new to me . I had never worked with them before. Maybe they weren’t aware of my little quirks, but it still doesn’t give them the right to treat me like a 2 year old. As far as some of the physicians concerns, I suppose they were justified, I just wish they would talk to me before rushing to conclusions.

Last week after finding out just how damaged my lungs really are, the only thing going through my head was..WHY? All of the assumptions I had made about my asthma throughout the years, suddenly didn’t seem to make sense anymore. I was beginning to wonder if I really ever had asthma at all? Maybe I just thought it was asthma, when it was actually something totally different? These are the crazy things that were going through my head. I had a ton of questions I desperately needed answered , and since she knows my lungs inside out ( literally) , who better to ask than Dr Wenzel.

Well, not only did she take the time to answer all of my questions, but the answers she gave ….made total sense.
I’m posting some of that discussion here, because I think it might help others out there who are in a similar situation. At the very least, it makes a great refresher course for the RT’s out there.

[Steve ] Because my larger airways are so scarred and stiff, does that mean that they ‘re incapable of clamping up spasming or narrowing? [Sally]  No, not completely, but certainly will be harder to spasm.

[Steve] If that’s the case, and my larger airways are not clamping down, when I have an exacerbation, is it the smaller airways that are reacting? [Sally] Yes, they most certainly are likely to be and because it is also likely that they are narrower to begin with, just a little spasm COULD effect it a lot.

[Steve] I thought there was no smooth muscle in the smaller airways? [Sally] There IS smooth muscle in your small airways. But, you probably ALSO have “Scarring”/fibrosis in those airways which probably leaves them normally much narrower than normal small airways. Just a little mucus or spasm and they will close.

[Steve] You mentioned earlier that I might not actually have chronic inflammation of my airways.  If there’s no inflammatory process going on, or no smooth muscle spasm going on, what causes the obstruction or air flow limitation when I flare-up? [Sally]  See answers above. In addition, you likely have “loss of alveolar-airway attachments”. The alveolar septae attach to the outside of the small airways and actually help to “tether” the airway open. When those get destroyed, as we think they do in SEVERE asthma, that tendency to PULL the airway open from the outside is lost.

If my airways are non twitchy or non-reactive because they are so stiff,  how is it that I can have severe asthma exacerbations that land me in the hospital and sometimes even on a ventilator? [Sally] Your lungs (I think) are very stiff and when you have an attack your work of breathing becomes VERY BIG. That is why your CO2 increases. In addition, you did have a couple of attacks where your lactate levels did increase… that also goes along with your breathing VERY HARD and causing your muscles to start breaking down.

[Steve] If my airways are so damaged, why do I respond, and even partially reverse, with certain bronchodilators and steroids.[Sally] Although you likely don’t have much inflammation, the little that is there (plus some edema) reverses with the steroids. The bronchodilators likely just relax your smooth muscle enough to have an effect, albeit not a big one!

[Steve] Do I have any elements of COPD or Emphysema? [Sally] NO you don’t have COPD OR EMPHYSEMA!!!!

[Steve]Isn’t that generally the course that asthma takes over the long term? [Sally] NO!!! ASTHMA ALMOST NEVER BECOMES EMPHYSEMA…unless you smoke!

[Steve] Regarding my FEV1s, I think the reason I got a 50% reading that one time, was because I exhaled less forcefully during that particular manover ( I was still sleepy from the bronchoscopy). For some reason, when I blast out as hard and as fast as I can, I get slightly lower numbers. ( I think because my airways are narrowing too fast?) [Sally] YES, that is most certainly the case. There is a FORCED vital capacity and a SLOW vital capacity (meaning just that, that you exhale SLOWLY from Total lung capacity to residual volume) It IS likely that your SMALL AIRWAYS do collapse when you exhale fast due to the external force on the airway being greater than the force holding them open during expiration (when you have negative pressures in the airways themselves) .

And finally, there was this….
[Steve] BTW…..The wager we had regarding me being able to ever blow a 50% FEV1 as a result of using Qvar , was that you would get a new set of golf clubs. [Sally]  hee-heee… I expect only the finest clubs when I get you there!

(I just noticed what it says on the pillow)

First , the good news…..

I finally got to meet Dr. Sally Wenzel (up close and personal you might say, considering she analyzed my DNA and probed around inside my lungs). It’s difficult for me to find just the right adjectives to describe how I feel about her, so I’ll just say … I love this women! She’s like my pulmonary physician soul mate. I admire her, not only because she’s an awesome Pulmonologist and research scientist, but mainly because of her fiery personality and the passion she has in trying to understand asthmatics and what makes us tick. And get this….she’s a good listener too! She actually cares enough about what you have to say, that she takes the time to listen. Imagine that.

I think Sally (Dr Wenzel) probably knows more about asthma pathology and the personalities of asthmatics in general, than any non-asthmatic person Ive ever met. It’s absolutely uncanny the things she knows about our disease and how we behave and live. She understands things about asthmatics that they don’t teach you in medical school. Things that you would only know by interviewing thousands of us and immersing yourself in the severe asthma culture. I could spend literally days just talking with her about this subject. We seem to teach each other. I am so lucky that I was given the opportunity to hook up with her. I think we will be friends for a long time.

The accolades don’t stop with Dr Wenzel, there were dozens of other wonderful people involved in this study as well. Here are just a few that Id like to mention by name and position.

Erin———–SARP research coordinator extraordinaire.
Cathrine RN—-Dr Wenzel’s assistant and other right hand
Mat tech——Very cool PFT tech.
Celo tech—–Just one of many super cool people on the bronch team
Trish RN——-A special Nurse. She actually called in on her day off to see how I was doing.
Lindsey RN—–Probably the sweetest Nurse Ive had the pleasure of meeting
Chuck RN——They don’t get better than this “young man”.
Rose RN——-Kind, Kind, Kind!
Michelle RN—-A Super Nurse.

To the above people , Id just like to say Thank You!
In all the years that Ive been in and out of various hospitals and clinics, Ive never come a cross a better team of compassionate and caring medical professionals like those associated with the SARP study, especially the people who took care of me in the Translational Research Care Unit at UMPC after my bronchoscopy. Kudo’s to you guys!

As for the SARP study itself, well, it’s probably the best coordinated and well thought out research experience Ive ever been a part of. With so many ancillary departments involved, like Nuclear Medicine, Pulmonary Functions and Diagnostics , it’s amazing how smooth the whole system runs. Everything is coordinated and timed down to the minute. In the bronchoscopy room, they actually had a group of lab personnel standing by in their running shoes, so that they could literally run the tissue samples over to the lab the moment they they were removed from my body. This method ensures that the samples will be ultra fresh. (I think).

Btw, if you’re not familiar with this part of the Country, the University of Pittsburgh and it’s affiliated medical schools ,hospitals and clinics, is massive in size. More like a small city, I counted at least 4 city blocks of medical buildings 2 and 3 deep. Some the size of mini skyscrapers, all connected through a series of enclosed pedestrian bridges. Pretty neat since it snows here in the winter.

Here’s an abbreviated version of my actual testing itinerary:

Wednesday Afternoon: Completed a ton questionnaires,did a verbal interview, and did pre&post bronchodilator spirometry, sputum induction attempt.
Thursday: Allergy skin testing (scratch test, not sub q), Full PFT ( lung volumes) pre&post bronchodilator.
Friday: Bronchoscopy prep, ( ie pre-medications and neb treatments), then nasal brushing, then the actual bronchoscopy with brushings and biopsy, but no lavage because of the potential side effects, more pfts
Friday Evening-Saturday,:Monitored in the hospital overnight.

As with any long distance trip , I didn’t eat or sleep very well and I’m totally worn out, but the effort of getting here to Pittsburgh to do this study was totally worth it. Definitively a positive experience and I would gladly return again if asked.

(Matthew, myself and Erin in the PFT lab)

(Chuck and Trish, two of the best nurses in the world)

Look at all the blood they took from me

(And check out this reaction I had to Grass allergen compared to tree allergen,which is the little dot to the left.)

Now for the not so good news….

Because this was the first time Ive ever had a bronchoscopy, it’s really the first time anyone has ever gotten a close-up look at the inside of my lungs. And what Dr Wenzel saw down there, wasn’t good. What she saw was lung anatomy that had undergone extensive remodeling. My airways appeared very scarred, stiff and fibrotic in nature…. seems my disease is much more advanced than previously thought. She actually found it quite amazing that I was still able to function as well as I do, let alone still alive. What was baffling to me, is that she couldn’t find any physical evidence of air-trapping or any of the other tell tale signs of COPD or emphysema that I often thought I had. It will be a few more weeks before they’ll have a final report, as they sent bits and pieces of my lung tissue and blood samples to various university labs for analysis, but suffice it to say, my long term survival isn’t looking too rosy right now.

They recommended that I seriously consider lung transplant surgery somewhere down the road. We all agreed that I’m not even close to that point right now, but that when the time comes, I shouldn’t procrastinate, as the waiting time for new lungs can take up to 3 years (asthmatics are usually put at the bottom of the list.) My one saving grace so far, is that my blood oxygenation is still relatively good(probably from all the aerobic exercise I do), and I’m still able to exercise, though that probably won’t be the case for very much longer.

Who knows, maybe someday I’ll be able to RUN the Boston marathon someday… instead of walking it!

Update as of 12-15-2009: Results from the computerized quantitative lung scans, did indeed show significant air trapping.

Ever notice the time stamp on many of my blog entries? I usually compose and publish them in the early morning hours…sometimes way before dawn. You know why? Because I’m usually awake at 3 or 4 in the morning. And why am I up that early? Because Ive usually had a bad night of breathing and have to get out of bed just so I can breath.

I lead a double life. A mild to moderate asthmatic by day and a severe one by night . Starting around 6pm everyday, almost like clockwork, it’s as if someone came along and turned my bad breathing switch to the “on” position. Out of the blue, my peak flows will drop by as much as 1/3 , and as the evening progresses, so will my breathing discomfort. By the time 9 pm rolls around, I’m usually so uncomfortable, that I’ll have to down a little Ativan just to take the edge off. The drug doesn’t do anything for your breathing per se, it works by mellowing you out to the point where you basically don’t give a s**t that you’re short of breath. If the ativan doesn’t cut it , sometimes I’ll call on the big boys for help….the opiates. I hate taking narcotics for my breathing, because while they sometimes help, they also have a lot of side effects and can be very addictive.

I don’t wanna wave any red flags or sound overly dramatic, but there are times, especially during the evening hours, that my breathing gets so uncomfortable, I just want it all to end. I try to remain as calm as possible and do all the things that you’re supposed to do when your dyspnea gets outta control, but most of these stress relieving techniques, rarely work for me when my lungs get extra tight. Instead, I’ll usually go outside and sit on the front porch where there’s sometimes a breeze, and just tough it out the best I can. It’s during times like this , when all I can think of….. is not wanting to suffer with this disease anymore. It changes my personality and puts me in foul angry mood.

So why the huge daytime- to- nighttime swings? At first I thought it might have something to do with the time of day that I take my asthma meds. But thats unlikely, because I divide all of my meds into equal doses throughout the day to ensure more uniform coverage. My doctors thought that maybe I was having some sort of obstructive sleep apnea thing , but my sleep studies all came back totally negative. Then there’s the exercise issue, could too much exercise during the day make me feel like crap at night? Possibly, but again, the findings aren’t consistent. On the weekends when I generally don’t exercise, I still have the same nighttime breathing problems that I do on the days where I do exercise…sometimes even worse.

A lot of people will read this , assume that my asthma is simply not well controlled , and will recommend that I increase my bronchodilator use and/or steroid intake. The problem is, I’m already on maximal dosages of everything! , except for steroids in pill form, which for me, is not an option. My primary care doc recently recommended that I start taking a mild opiate, like vicodin, just before bedtime to see if that would quell my dyspnea enough to catch some sleep. Unfortunately, vicodin wires me.

Whether it’s full on bronchospasm or just air-trapping that brings on this distress, these bouts happen with such regularity now, that I don’t look forward to nice relaxing evenings anymore. In fact, I dread them. And except for an occasional night time stroll to take my mind off it, you’ll never see me out in public after dark.

I found this interesting article in the Chest Journal about this very same phenomena, titled “The Diurnal Rhythm of Asthma“.

OK, We can’t always have cheerful posts. I try my best to poke fun and put a positive spin on all things asthma, but lets face it, this disease sucks and can really dampen your spirits. Next week I have an appt with the Palliative care dept at UCSF, to see if they have any NEW advice to offer me, in dealing with my chronic dyspnea.

In the interest of being a responsible blogger, I must point out, that the use of opiates to treat dyspnea is usually reserved for people with terminal or end stage disease. It’s primary use is to end suffering.  Many pulmonologists would strongly discourage their asthmatic patients from taking such drugs, as they can also dangerously slow your breathing.

Had a great time and a stronger than expected finish at yesterday race. My final race results aren’t in yet due to a technical glitch, but I think I finished in about 3:07 , which is much faster than I anticipated and probably why I’m having problems today.

I felt fine immediately after the race, but as I was driving home, I could feel myself getting increasingly tighter and short of breath. By the time I made it home 2 hours later, my peak flows had fallen from 350 to 190 and I was tight as a drum.
I ended up staying awake all last night taking nebs treatments every hour with only minimal relief. Earlier this morning I bumped up my pred to 60mg, but they haven’t kicked in yet, or I’m not reacting to them

My doctor wants me to go to the hospital, but I’m really not in the mood to be tortured right now. I’m sore enough as it is..I can barely walk. I did however, promise her that I’d go in if things didn’t turn around by later today.

Bottom line, I might have exacerbated myself by over-doing it at yesterdays race. I shouldn’t have tried to racewalk the entire 13 mile distance , but I was feeling pretty good at the time and just couldn’t resist. It could have been that I had an exacerbation brewing and didn’t know it ( happens all the time to me). Exerting myself hard for 3 hours my have pushed me over the edge..Who know really knows what the trigger was.

I’ll have a proper race report up in a few days ( if I’m not in the hospital). Hope everyone else did well at their respective races!

PS…Check this out…what an amazing runner!

California’s fastest half-marathon lived up to its billing Sunday as American Meb Keflezighi set a new U.S. 20k record and bettered his personal best by 25 seconds winning the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon in a time of 1:01:00. Keflezighi’s 20k split of 57:52 broke Ryan Hall’s standing 20K record of 57:54 set in 2006.

As I eluded to in my last post, Dr. Wenzel along with the folks at the University of Pittsburgh’s Asthma Institute, have taken an interest in my case and have invited me to participate as a research subject in the Severe Asthma Research Program. The SARP is one of the most comprehensive studies of severe asthmatics ever undertaken. My study is scheduled for the 3rd week in November.

The project I’ll be involved in is titled : Inflammation, Myofibroblasts and Loss of Elastic Recoil in Severe Asthma.The Severe Asthma Research Program ( SARP for short), is a collaborative research effort involving 4 different Universities, each adding their own research specialties to the mix. The basic goal of the SARP is to determine what make “severe” asthma different than the moderate of mild forms of the disease. The information they gain by studying people like me, is added to their already extensive asthma database, which is available to lung researchers worldwide.

It’s an exhaustive study, involving several days of testing which includes; full pulmonary function testing and spirometry, allergy testing, spiral CT imaging, blood, sputum and DNA analysis…etc etc. They’re also going to do a bronchoscopy on me to look around inside my lungs and take tissue samples. The only part of the study I’m not too crazy about, is having to spending a night in the hospital following the bronchoscopy. They do this of course, just to be safe and to make sure that my asthma doesn’t worsened after being bronched.

I’m paying for all of my own travel expenses to Pennsylvania, but in return, the research program will be spending 10’s of thousands of dollars in the name of science to see what makes me tick, which I think is pretty cool. And though I probably wont benefit directly from the research, it gives me great satisfaction knowing I can contribute in someway to developing a better understanding of this awful disease.

I think the study is through invitation only, but if anyone out there with severe asthma is interested in volunteering , and can travel to one of the test sites, I’m sure the researchers would appreciate it. Here’s a link to the consent form , which includes many more details of the study.

PS……Remember this one?