tell me about the biopsy.
in my case, it was a bicep muscle that was weak, so they took a chunk of the muscle cells from my bicep to examine. before the procedure, the nurse asks, ‘is there anything you’d like to hear in the way of mood music as this goes on?’ and so i suggested some mongolian throat singing tunes by a group called huun huur tu which i really enjoy. so i had an operation while listening to throat singing.
like i say, i like to enjoy every minute.
what went through your mind when you heard the diagnosis?
sort of a dull hum, because i’ve never heard of it. it’s a disease that only affects somewhere between three and 30 people per million, so it’s not exactly a discussion for the dinner table with anybody i know. even my doctor hadn’t even considered it because it was so rare.
so you have this very rare disease that a lot of doctors don’t know much about. how did that feel?
well, the doctor i was seeing was, i think, one of the top specialists in this type of disease in the city. it wasn’t so encouraging, because he said, ‘tom, this disease, we don’t know what caused it. we don’t have any treatment for it and we sure don’t have any cure for it.’
i did a lot of internet research. sibm doesn’t seem to be hereditary, although when i check back in my family history, my father and his father both had what appears to be a similar disease. but since nobody knew about it before 1970, they wouldn’t get a diagnosis. it was just ‘well, they are getting older.’ if anything, the disease does closely mimic the effects of getting older — you get feeble and you fall more often.