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Leonard wrote:
Zamboni treated 120 patients.
All of them must have had expectations, and I guess most of them improved.
After a while, some got worse.
Tests then revealed that they had restenosed.
They were treated again and improved (e.g. the heart surgeon from Northern Ireland).
What else do "they" want?
This is not a test of the effectiveness of one or the other molecule.
The rules for mechanical surgery are at least here in Europe very different.
Treat a person with a broken leg through sham surgery?
Hope that the placebo effect will then heal his leg?
They ought to be deeply ashame.
It is unethical and I can only hope that doctors will not cooperate.
Apart from that, what if the patient later on finds out that he was not helped and has detoriated further? Who can be held liable?
Will "they" let you sign a declaration with so many small letters, cleverly drafted by lawfirm?
This is unfiar, unethical etc.
The practices for testing MS medication can not be simply carried over like that.
They should think first and then speak.
I can agree with this post. The truth is, this is an unsolved ethical dilemma along similar lines to the problem of euthanasia. The difference is, a lot of 'MS' patients, and a lot of doctors, do not understand or have sympathy for people with progressive 'MS'. I know, because I used to be one of these. It is very hard (it was impossible for me) for a person who is able-bodied and healthy to even suspect what life wiould be like when they have lost all their health, all their dignity, and even their abilites to think.
This whatever it is, this problem with what we have circulating in our brains, will not go away. There are always those who will promise you health. But after a while you get very cynical about such offers. Especially because they never seem to get the success you know they would if they were any good. Eventually, even
your life will fall apart. Because the promise is, that most RRMS becomes SPMS.
I did not admit it to myself for a long time. When I safely held down a high-paying job, I even interviewed for a job at a similar high level. At the time, I still had my driver's license, could still play the guitar, and still walk reasonably well. The guy might even have been able to do the job, somewhat. But he had SPMS. I could see that unlike myself, then only RRMS, he was not a very good risk. In a few years' time, I was punished for that crime. But I cannot even convince you with that. All I can do is say: remember the day you found out about your MS. SPMS may surprise you like that. SPMS may sneak up on you.
Or you may deny it, like I did. Denial is good. Keeps you in shape. But accepting bruises, gooseggs, hematomas, etcetera, will be necessary, if you are lucky.
I used to tell myself this was all hogwash, it's not a different disease, I just won't let myself get so sick. I had always succeeded, more or less. I was unable to put myself into the shoes of the disabled. I had no empathy. But that is a perilous state for a person who is RRMS. Because the odds are not with you. You may think you have everything under control, but the day you realize you are not going to get any mor remissions..
It's sometimes, still, less gradual. Sometimes it attacks, but much less frequently. Like the day I realized I couldn't play guitar anymore. Oh I still play with the piano, because I was never any good anyway, so I can't disappoint myself. But the guitar, I could never compromise with. Now it's nothing but. So I don't go near it.
But eventually, though you can't imagine it now, you will only have progression. Like getting old, but faster. Because there are limits to the number of times and ways your systems can fail. But symptoms which seem tolerable now, can sometimes get much worse. After a while, even if you have saved some money and would like to use it, for example for an elevator because you can't use stairs, you just can't get your mind around taking even more of a footprint and denying your family what they need to be successful and happy in this world. Stuff like art supplies; skateboards, trips. You can't take trips much because they are so much work. For you and even more for your companions.
I'm not trying to give you a sob story. Nor am I trying to be negative, though I know this can be, especially to those who have not yet had to live it. You cannot possibly imagine. You can wander around YouTube but you will not see MS at it's worst, or even close.
I guess I am saying don't play lightly with the idea of placebo, because this disease can be not very pardoning. During placebo, especially with progressive MS, you may lose something that never comes back. Or you may cross the line and realize you can't do something anymore. Like react quickly enough to drive. Or like be legally sighted. You won't really care that you have less lesions on your MRI. Or you may only have slow progression, which just takes you closer to those nadirs, on a track you are well familiar with.
Notice nowhere above did I mention despair or desperation. If you did not have hope, you would not be in a trial. But pity the poor soul who's on the cusp of both major new disability, and going on placebo. Sure, they can always withdraw. Some consolation. Just don't tell them that they were better off on placebo than no treatment at all. You're not likely to stay friendly that way. Then again maybe you'll see what a fool all this voodoo pseudo-science has made you, and the world will be a slightly older but wiser place.