Welcome to our “Inspiring Hope” series. For the next several weeks, we’ll share patient stories from around the world that show what it’s like to live—and thrive—with pemphigus and pemphigoid. Our third story comes from Hannah Yale in California.
I was four years old when my dad got sick the first time. For six months he was undiagnosed, and during that time he went blind in his left eye. When he was finally diagnosed with mucous membrane pemphigoid (MMP), my dad got in touch with the IPPF. The IPPF helped him get in touch with other patients who were experiencing, or had already experienced, diagnosis and treatment. The Foundation also gave him a list of doctors who knew how to treat pemphigus and pemphigoid (P/P) to ensure that he received the care he needed. I went to the hospital with my dad every day for his rituximab and IVIG treatments.
In 2008, the IPPF held its annual Patient Education Conference in Dallas, Texas. I went with my mom and dad to meet other patients and families who had been affected by P/P. At the conference, we found a community. My entire family has been involved with the IPPF in some form ever since.
After my dad connected with other pemphigus and pemphigoid patients, he began sharing his own experiences with diagnosis, treatment, and dealing with the effects of his disease. When the IPPF created the Peer Health Coach program in 2018, my dad became one of the first coaches. Just as I was entering high school in 2016, he became the executive director. Around the same time, he had a relapse of his MMP, but was able to recover quickly with rituximab treatment.
Empowerment Through Community
I have often felt powerless when my dad has been sick. Three years ago though, I learned that I am not powerless to help him. In 2017, my dad took me to Rare Disease Week on Capitol Hill, an event organized by Rare Disease Legislative Advocates. We attended with a group of patients, caregivers, and doctors representing the IPPF, and our goal was to speak to members of Congress about legislation that would benefit people with all types of rare diseases. I was able to meet so many wonderful people who shared my feelings and experiences. Going to Rare Disease Week made me realize that even as a teenager, I could make a positive impact.
I now know that I can help people just like my dad always has, and that I am passionate about nonprofit work. I am proud to be able to represent the IPPF through my advocacy for accessible care and treatments. I know that my relationship with the IPPF will continue to grow as I do. The IPPF’s generous staff, compassionate volunteers, and inspiring programs have supported me throughout my life, and they have helped shape who I am today.
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Hannah is a 17-year-old California resident and a human rights activist. She is a member of the Young Adult Representatives of RDLA and has attended Rare Disease Week on Capitol Hill every year since 2017. Hannah is a first-year student at St. Mary’s College of Maryland, double-majoring in Public Policy Studies and English.
Rudy Soto with his family.
My name is Rudy Soto. I am from the great state of Texas and have lived there all of my life. I am married to a wonderful woman, Jennifer, who is my greatest supporter. We have four awesome children—two girls and two boys who range in age from 5 to 23. My motto is Can’t Grind Me Down, which I took on after I achieved remission in November of 2016. To me, it means that no matter how long my journey has been, this disease is not going to beat me. I am going to continue to live my life to the fullest and enjoy myself, my family, and my friends. This disease will not control me. I will control this disease.
My journey with pemphigus began almost eight years ago, and it has been a long one. One summer, as we were set to go on a cruise, I noticed a small lesion on my chest. I did not pay much attention to it, but I applied an antibiotic cream so as not to get infected. My wife and I went on our cruise, and I never thought twice about the lesion. After returning home, I noticed the lesion was still there and that I also was starting to get a few on my scalp. This got my attention because it was painful to get a haircut. I went to my family doctor who said it was a type of virus and prescribed a topical cream. I applied the cream daily as prescribed, but to no avail. After three weeks, I went back to my doctor. He said it was a staph infection and prescribed a steroid cream. All the while, I noticed blisters appearing on my arms and torso. I continued to apply the cream for a month or two. Still no improvement, and it was getting worse. I went back to my family doctor, and he prescribed a more potent steroid cream. After another two months, he finally said I needed to see a dermatologist. This was almost a year after I first noticed symptoms.
Can’t Grind Me Down: To me, it means that no matter how long my journey has been, this disease is not going to beat me. I am going to continue to live my life to the fullest and enjoy myself, my family, and my friends. This disease will not control me. I will control this disease.
The dermatologist ordered a biopsy and prescribed a topical steroid ointment. He said the results would take a few days to come back from the lab and that he would contact me. After four days, he said I needed to see him right away. Well, that brought fear and stress because the questions began: Is it cancer? What will I do? Is it treatable?
When we met, he said it was pemphigus vulgaris (PV). I asked him what that was and how I got it. He explained that it was not contagious, that it was an autoimmune disease, and it was treatable. He went into great detail, and we discussed the treatment options. We started with a high dose of prednisone—80mg per day—and also started methotrexate. I began using a series of different ointments, shampoos, soaps, and lotions to see what would help the healing.
The prednisone helped, but as we tapered down weekly, the lesions/blisters began to reappear. I also noticed new ones. With the new lesions came questions from family and friends because the disease activity had now appeared on my face. As I continued high doses of prednisone, I noticed that my moods changed. I became irritable, felt more stressed, even depressed at times. I began to shut myself off from everybody.
I also began to gain weight. At the beginning I weighed 165 pounds, but gained almost 40 pounds while on prednisone. My family also noticed the mood swings and the changes in my appearance. My dermatologist had warned me about the side effects of prednisone, but I didn’t believe him. I was wrong. Along with all of the side effects, I had weekly blood work to be sure my liver was functioning correctly.
Every few weeks, we would taper the prednisone. When I reached 30-40 mg, I had a flare up. We tried different types of oral medication—Imuran, dapsone, and methotrexate, to name a few. We would increase and decrease doses of prednisone to find a comfort zone, but that did not work. I stayed on this roller coaster ride for about four years. Different medications, ointments, lotions, etc. You name it, I’ve tried it.
The main concern for my dermatologist was that he wanted to beat this PV, or what he thought was PV, with oral medications. We finally began to discuss other options, including Rituxan infusion. I remember that visit clearly because we talked about the side effects. I asked him what the probability was for me to get one or multiple side effects from this treatment. He gave me a number that I do not remember, but I told him I needed to discuss it with my wife.
When I finally did find the IPPF, the amount of support, encouragement, and care I received was unbelievable.
I wasn’t the only one going through this. My family was confused, too. They asked questions, looked it up on the computer, and did their own research. My wife was a rock, telling me, “You will beat this, and you will get better.” She reassured me there was hope. We discussed the option of Rituxan, and at my next appointment, I asked questions: How would it be administered? Who would administer it? Is it chemotherapy? Would I lose my hair or get nauseous? My dermatologist answered all of my questions and more. He said he wanted me to see a specialist in Dallas who dealt more with pemphigus patients and get his opinion on treatment.
My wife and I drove three hours north to Dallas to see the specialist. We entered the exam room and answered the assistant’s questions. The assistant left the room and returned with the doctor, who looked at the lesions on my scalp, face, and torso and said, “You have pemphigus foliaceus.” I asked him what that was, and he explained to me in detail the difference between the two.
He asked if I would mind if he brought in some students. I said, “Sure, I don’t mind if it’s going to help others.” He stepped out of the room and brought back a team of at least six students! The doctor explained my symptoms and showed them the blisters and lesions. They all took notes. The doctor asked if he could take pictures, and I agreed. I was impressed—I actually had a team working on my case. We discussed Rituxan and treatment, and we made an appointment to for the infusion.
The day of my first infusion, my wife and I woke up early. I packed a bag with some reading material, snacks, and headphones. The oncologist said it would take eight hours to fully administer the treatment, and it would be done slowly to monitor for side effects. My wife stayed with me for a couple of hours and watched me sleep. I was exhausted after the treatment, but I still made the mistake of going to work the next day. I had a second treatment two weeks later, and it also lasted eight hours. This time, I did not go to work the next day.
I did not see any immediate results after my first two treatments. It took about two months after my second treatment to notice a change. My prednisone dosage was tapered again. This time, there was no flare. We tapered 5mg every two weeks until I reached 10mg per day, then we tapered 1mg every week until I reached 5mg per day. I was given a Rituxan treatment every 6 months for almost 3 years until I reached remission.
I have rambled on about my long journey through this ordeal. My experience has been been similar to many pemphigus patients, though we did not have the support many find after receiving a diagnosis. You see, my wife and I did not know about the IPPF and their support until two or three years after being diagnosed. When I finally did find the IPPF, the amount of support, encouragement, and care I received was unbelievable.
This is why I am so interested in helping others with this disease: so no one feels like they have to go through this journey alone. They are not alone. There is an entire family at the IPPF that will go through every step of this journey with them. Good, bad, ups, or downs, the IPPF staff and community is there.
When I was asked to join the team as a Peer Health Coach, I could not say no. It is an honor and a privilege to be working alongside Marc, Becky, Mei Ling, Jack, and all of the other staff members that make this foundation what it is. It means so much to me to be able to offer help to patients who may only speak Spanish. Knowing that there is someone to talk to who can relate to what their experiences is always a spirit-booster.