I’m sitting on a small rock beach at Wangetti, between Cairns and Port Douglas in Australia.
There’s balancing rocks everywhere. Allowed by the council. The insta-famous Gatz balancing rocks.
There’s a foreboding, for me.
Others would see it differently. I can see how it might be considered fun, and the challenge of creating your own rock stack exciting. There’s a family to my left busy creating rock stacks. Smiles litter their faces. Fingers point. Hands rest on hips once they have accomplished their mission.
But to me, the rocks are all shades of darkness, mirroring my Meniere’s journey and the destruction of my balance cells. My Meniere’s journey that has scarred my heart and mind. And my inner ear. My journey that I pray that nobody ever has to travel. Cure for Meniere’s disease, please come soon.
I study the balancing rocks with more focus.
Rocks of black.
Rocks of brown.
Grey rocks. So many grey rocks with an “e” like the rain clouds – melancholy, but an enjoyable melancholy that builds up until it releases, like petrichor, the smell of the rain after warm, dry weather. Satisfying. The grey with an “e” of deep thought, philosophy and ponderings. The grey with an “e” that helps you to discover parts of yourself that you never knew existed, and can vanish without leaving a bitter aftertaste.
Gray rocks. So many gray rocks with an “a”. Never enjoyable. A very dark gray. It’s self-judgement, doom and gloom, forever hanging around and within. It wants to drag you into the dark abyss of the colour black, that absorbs all colours … the colour of self-condemnation, the colour of depression.
The rocks first caught my gaze as my husband and I travelled to Port Douglas to catch the Quicksilver boat out to the Great Barrier Reef the day before.
‘I want to go back to the rocks tomorrow,’ I had said to him.
Memories of my journey with Meniere’s disease flood my mind and my throat tightens. Vertigo. I so hate vertigo! I could cope with the ear fullness, hearing loss and tinnitus. But not the abhorrent, unpredictable vertigo.
Balance. I chose to have my balance cells destroyed in 2004 to stop the violent, horrendous, soul-destroying vertigo that would last up to 4 hours at a time. I would be hit with episodes of vertigo at least 40 times a year. I was totally debilitated, unable to move. I would stare at one spot of the wall for the entire time trying to gain some sort of control over the vertigo. I never could. My husband would selflessly empty my vomit bucket numerous times, and take me to emergency at the hospital for an injection of Stemetil and a bag of IV fluids. I was exhausted for days afterward.
I looked to my right. And there was my husband creating his own rock stack.
Tears pooled in my eyes. I felt like he was making the balancing rocks for me, for the journey I have been through, relearning my new balance using my eyesight. Successfully.
In reality, I know that he is creating a rock stack because it is fun.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and place the final rock on top of my husband’s rock stack. Joy fills me and I smile.
And there it is. We have created a rock stack for my Meniere’s family, and for others who have vertigo caused by diseases and traumas.
I lift my gaze to the ocean and inhale deeply. What a journey I have been on. What an awesome family I have where I receive support, always, and who deal with my lack of balance with humour to make me laugh.
I am beyond thankful that I no longer have vertigo. An answered prayer.
I walk to my left and move amongst the balancing rocks with care. The ground is uneven and … rocky. Any normal person could easily lose their balance here. But I’d hate to be the reason some rock stacks are knocked over due to me losing my balance.
I laugh to myself at the irony.
I take one final gaze at the works of rock art. Ephemeral art. I know that researchers are working on devices and gene therapies to cure vertigo.
I look down and find a heart shaped rock. Good things are coming.
Julieann Wallace is a multi-published author and artist. When she is not disappearing into her imaginary worlds as Julieann Wallace – children’s author, or as Amelia Grace – fiction novelist, she is working as a secondary teacher. Julieann’s 7th novel with a main character with Meniere’s disease—‘The Colour of Broken’—written under her pen name of Amelia Grace, was #1 on Amazon in its category a number of times, and was longlisted in 2021 and 2022, to be made into a movie or TV series by Screen Queensland, Australia. She donates profits from her books to Macquarie University, where they are researching Meniere’s disease to find a cure. Julieann is a self-confessed tea ninja and Cadbury chocoholic, has a passion for music and art, and tries not to scare her cat, Claude Monet, with her terrible cello playing.
1. an even distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady.
‘I fell,’ I said. I wanted to sob. Loudly. Aftershock from my fall. I caught the sob in my throat. ‘I fell and I couldn’t stop it.’
My husband’s eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t leak down his cheek like mine. I always hate seeing his eyes that way. He was following me as we walked, to catch me if I fell. He always does that for me. My protector. And when it happened, there was no way he could stop it. I remember the panic in his voice as he leaned over me, asking if I was okay, looking over me, again and again. ‘Did you hurt yourself?’ he had asked.
All I could say was, ‘My phone is under the bush, over there.’ I had no idea how I saw it slide under the bush. When I fall (which is rare), I have no idea where to put my hands to stop me, or protect me – inside my head as I’m falling, I see myself as a body but no arms or legs. That’s what destroying my balance cells did to me. I just have to wait for impact and suffer the consequences.
‘I don’t care about your phone. Are you okay?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ I said. It was a lie. I was hurt. But I wanted to get up to save face. There were many people on the walking track at Dove Lake, Cradle Mountain, Tasmania. 5.7kn. 3 hours.
I HATE YOU MENIERE’S!
My husband pulled me up off the ground. My daughter picked up my phone. She was too quiet. How many times had she witnessed Meniere’s bring me to my knees with vertigo, deafness, depression? And now falling, this first time, only because I tripped over a step.
I blew out a long breath between my lips. Then set a rock in my sights to sit on for a moment to assess my injuries, then walked there, my husband holding onto my arm to support me. I wanted to yell at him, “LET GO OF ME. I’M NOT AN INVALID!” But I didn’t. He was trying to help.
I sat on the rock, looked over the lake and focussed on where I hurt – my wrist, my arm, my ankle and my back. Hold yourself together, I thought, people fall all the time. Put on your “I’m okay mask”.
‘Are you alright, Ma?’ my daughter asked.
Hold yourself together. The emotion of “I want to fall to pieces” rolled through me. Hold it together. Breathe.
‘It could be worse,’ I said, ‘I could have broken something.’ I was hoping that I didn’t break anything. My wrist, arm and ankle were throbbing. Not to mention my back spasms. ‘Thanks for picking up my phone,’ I added.
She nodded, looking at me with concern in my eyes.
‘I’m sorry for falling,’ I say to her. I don’t want her to be embarrassed by me.
I HATE YOU MENIERE’S!
And of course, she’s not. She never is. She’s always one of the first to help. It is my own self-judgement that betrays me.
I stand. In pain. But I can walk to finish the last hour of the 3 hour track.
My daughter is in front of me, glancing back at me every once and a while, and my husband behind me. I’m glad. He can’t see me wriggling my fingers to check my wrist, and feeling where my right arm hurts, nor the wince on my face when my ankle hurts more than I want it to, or my back spasms. All I can think of is when my son would roll his ankle at elite triathlon training, and his coach would tell him to walk normally on it. So that is what I do, despite the pain.
After the walk we entered a cafeteria for a drink.
Without warning, tears filled my eyes. In public. ‘I could have died if I fell in a different part of the walk,’ I say. It was true. Parts of the track were on a boardwalk above the ground that fell steeply, scattered with rocks and trees below. No rails to stop a tumble.
‘I know,’ my husband whispered. I watch his watery eyes and see him swallow harder than usual. ‘What do you want to drink? Do you want an ice-cream?’ He was using the distraction method. He knows me well.
Claire and I find a table away from most of the people. My wrist and arm throb. My back was spasming and my ankle twinging. Swelling was setting in. I ate my ice-cream, flicking tears from my eyes when they dropped. At least I don’t have vertigo, I thought. It was a good day, after all. Any day without vertigo is a good day. Suck it up, I tell myself, it could be worse.
In 2004, nine years after my Meniere’s started, I made a conscious decision to have my balance cells destroyed. I couldn’t do the horrendous, unpredictable, debilitating, violent, torturous, four-five hours of insane vertiginous spinning and nausea and vomiting and staring at one focus spot on the wall for the entire four-five hours anymore. I was more than done. I didn’t want to be here anymore. So when my ENT offered to inject gentamicin into my middle ear to kill off the balance cells, halting the vertigo, I didn’t think twice.
Imagine for one moment, having to make the choice about destroying your balance cells. Balance. Yeah – that thing. Something you never even think about. Your body just does it for you.
The vertigo of Meniere’s disease for me, was the most abhorrent, violent, room spinning.
Totally debilitating.
It was “hold on to the floor or the bed even though you are already on lying on the floor or bed”. I had to stare at one spot on the wall for four or five hours until the spinning subsided. And whatever you do, DON’T move your head. It will make the spinning one hundred times worse.
Beyond exhausting. Soul destroying.
And let’s not forget the relentless, vicious puking that feels like you’re about to turn inside-out, dehydrating the body so much you need to be transported to emergency at the hospital.
If you ever want to know how vertigo of Meniere’s feels, sit on an office swivel chair and get someone to spin you around and around and around as fast as they can.
Now, imagine not being able to stop it. Not being able to get off that office chair for hours and hours and hours.
Then imagine, never being able to predict when vertigo will hit – and when it does, you are stuck wherever you are, and you absolutely cannot move as it will make the spinning impossibly worse. This is the vertigo of Meniere’s. Hell.
Was the gentamicin my first port of call? Absolutely not. I had already had Meniere’s disease for nine years and tried:
* Low salt diet
* Diet elimination
* Stemetil
* Diuretic
* Serc
* Sound therapy
* Acupuncture
* Prednisone
* Grommet
Gentamicin was next. If that didn’t work, I was going to have a Vestibular Nerve Section where the balance nerve to your ear is severed.
The gentamicin worked – an answered prayer. One full strength shot injected in through my grommet with some bicarbonate of soda and sterile water mixed with it to make it penetrate better.
Image: Polyclinique Centre-Ville
The procedure took place at my ENT’s procedure room in the city. I lied on my right side while he injected the concoction in through my grommet in my left ear.
‘Isn’t that hurting?’ he had asked me as he infused the mixture into my middle ear.
‘Yes,’ I had said, ‘but I am envisaging it destroying the Meniere’s in my middle ear. It’s a mind visualisation technique I taught myself when I was young, when I had growing pains in my knees.’
I remained on my right side, left ear facing the ceiling for 20 minutes after the procedure, then went home, where I went to bed and rolled onto my right side to keep my left ear up. I slept for two hours.
The next day I had bouncy vision when I walked. It has a term – oscillopsia. Oscillopsia is a vision problem in which objects seem to jump, jiggle, or vibrate when they’re actually still. It stems from a problem with the alignment of your eyes, or with the systems in your brain and inner ears that control your body alignment and balance. It was a side effect of having my balance cells destroyed. It was a good sign that the gentamicin was working, my ENT had said.
Three weeks later I was back teaching full-time, learning to trust that I wouldn’t have any more vertigo attacks. I relearned to walk using my eyesight. The neuroplasticity of the brain is beyond words. Since 2004, I have been vertigo free. So thankful for God’s mercy and grace.
15 year later, before I had my cochlear implant, I had balance rehabilitation. Finally. I wish I had discovered it earlier in my journey. My balance improved far beyond what I every thought it would. My life is pretty normal balance-wise now. I do have limitations, like climbing ladders and fences. I just make sure that I hold on for stability.
It’s Balance Awareness Week. Many people do not know that your inner ear plays a significant roll in your balance. The inner ear is home to the cochlea and the main parts of the vestibular system. The vestibular system is one of the sensory systems that provides your brain with information about balance, motion, and the location of your head and body in relation to your surroundings. There are three loops in your inner ear, called semicircular canals. The first canal senses up-and-down movement. The second canal senses side-to-side movement. The third canal senses tilting movement. Each canal has hair cells and fluid inside, which move when your head or body moves. The hair cells send messages to your brain through the acoustic nerve. These messages tell your brain about how you are moving. Are you moving straight, like in a car, or up and down, like in an elevator? Or maybe you are not moving at all. This information (along with what you see, hear, and sense with your body) helps you keep your balance. A problem in your inner ear is just one of many factors that can lead to balance difficulties, dizziness, and vertigo.
Signs and Symptoms
Balance disorders come with different symptoms. Symptoms may happen all the time or just occasionally. They may come about suddenly or may be triggered by something (e.g., position change, head movement, visual or sound stimulation). Symptoms of balance problems include:
difficulty walking and moving around
dizziness
falling
headaches
light-headedness
motion sickness
nausea
unsteadiness
vertigo (e.g., a feeling that the room is spinning) and
A balance problem may cause you to feel nervous or afraid. You may change the way you walk and move around. For example, you may walk more slowly or move your head less.
Causes
It is important to find out the cause of your dizziness and balance problems. A variety of underlying conditions or issues may cause balance problems and dizziness, including:
I learned to use my vision to help with balance, and balance rehabilitation did wonders.
Life is good.
Julieann Wallace is a multi-published author and artist. When she is not disappearing into her imaginary worlds as Julieann Wallace – children’s author, or as Amelia Grace – fiction novelist, she is working as a secondary teacher. Julieann’s 7th novel with a main character with Meniere’s disease—‘The Colour of Broken’—written under her pen name of Amelia Grace, was #1 on Amazon in its category a number of times, and was longlisted to be made into a movie or TV series by Screen Queensland, Australia, twice. She donates profits from her books to Macquarie University, where they are researching Meniere’s disease to find a cure. Julieann is a self-confessed tea ninja and Cadbury chocoholic, has a passion for music and art, and tries not to scare her cat, Claude Monet, with her terrible cello playing.
It’s early in the morning and I’m buzzing with excess energy. I’m restless, and failing at trying to focus on getting ready to go to work to teach secondary students. My thoughts are all over the place and I’m filled with an ocean of hope for the future of Meniere’s disease. It’s also the day after I flew to Sydney to attend the Macquarie University for a tour of the School of Engineering and Hearing Hub. Yes, I wagged school to fly interstate. It’s for a Cochlear appointment, I told my employer, leaving out the fact that the appointment was a 1hr 35min flight to Sydney.
Yesterday, I was up at 4:30am to start my day. After the flight to Sydney I caught three trains to Macquarie University Station. Anne said she would meet us here. I looked around. No Anne. Maybe she meant not right here, but at the entrance of the station. I looked up at the exit. Two massive escalators, around 100 steps each. How far underground were we?
I reached the top of the stations and stepped out into the daylight and looked up. It was such a beautiful day in Sydney.
‘Julieann?’ I shifted my gaze, expecting to see Anne. But it wasn’t her. ‘Yes,’ I said, assuming it was one of the thirteen Meniere’s people who were gathering at the Macquarie University today. ‘I’m Eleanor*. I recognise you from the Zoom sessions.’ I smiled then remembered I was a Meniere’s guest speaker at one of Sydney Meniere’s Group Zoom sessions. Technology connects us globally. ‘Hi, Eleanor.’
And then our conversation started. Eleanor told me her Meniere’s story and I asked her questions. At once her Meniere’s traits appeared, those traits that people with Meniere’s know so well. That turn of the head to the better hearing ear. The ‘Can you say that again?’ request. The stop in the conversation when the traffic noise became too loud. What a terrible place to share stories. I watched once again as she turned her good ear toward me to hear what I was saying. My heart cracked. That was me once, trying to listen, trying to lip read, trying to fill in the missing or misheard words to make sense of what was being said. The nodding and smiling when I should have been answering a question. Eleanor needs a Cochlear Implant. Like me. It would make her life so much easier. Dear, dear Eleanor. I wanted to hug her so tightly that all her broken bits from Meniere’s would be pushed back together. Her life story … I took a deep breath, what a strong woman she is. I was in awe of her.
And then another person arrived. ‘Julieann,’ she said. ‘I’m Amy*.’ She knew my name before I could say anything. She told me her Meniere’s story. It was her neck that was out, and once she had it worked on, she hadn’t had vertigo since, but she still has the other symptoms.
Then Anne appeared. The shaker and mover, Dizzy Anne. The Anne who started the Sydney Meniere’s Support Group . Anne who organises regular Zoom meetings with guest speakers to educate, support and help people with Meniere’s disease: Meniere’s Support Group – Dizzy Anne – YouTube. Legendary Anne with a heart of gold.
More people appeared as if from nowhere. A head count. Two people were missing. They couldn’t make it. We all understood perfectly. That horrid beast of Meniere’s disease. You can make plans, but it is the Meniere’s Monster that destroys them for you. My heart sank for them and I started to slip into that dark, dark place of long ago when that was me. When Meniere’s had taken so much away from my life and I was on my hands and knees trying to find the missing pieces of me. I lifted my face to the sunshine, thankful for my Meniere’s journey, thankful that I was able to be a voice for sufferers, and thankful that I was here today to meet the researchers working to find a cure for us. It must be coming soon. Hope.
After finding our bearings we were on the move, headed toward the Macquarie University Hearing Hub Café where our day of insight would begin.
Cochlear Australia’s global headquartersMacquarie University Hearing Hub
10:30 – 11:00
Piccolo Me MQ Hearing Hub Café
We entered the café I looked for our people. Our Meniere’s researchers. They belonged to us. A noble type of HumanKIND filled with a passion to help others, or perhaps because they loved the academic challenge to find missing pieces to solve medical problems, maybe a mix of both. What is their story? What is their motivation? These were the bravest of brave researchers, tackling a terribly difficult disease to find solutions for, with the ultimate goal of finding a cure. They are my Meniere’s Superheroes.
They stood together with an easy confidence. Smiling. Their Clark Kent personas hid their superhero status. In my curious and imaginative mind I gave them each a superhero cape. Then I joined the line to order a chai latte.
I turned to see who was behind me. ‘Julieann. I recognise you from our Meniere’s Facebook group. I’m Mark*.’ I smiled. ‘Hi, Mark. How are you?’ And then we fell into an easy conversation. He told me he had a small spin while driving to the university. He shared his Meniere’s story with me. I understood completely. He also told me how he had lost his hearing in his right ear when he was young, most probably due to the measles. I knew he needed a Cochlear Implant. It would change his life.
I discovered how at ease I was in the group of Menierian’s. I’ve only met two very small groups of people with Meniere’s twice in my 26 years of this awful disease. We all suffered the same symptoms. We had been through the same journey. We were friends, instantly. No judgement. Only sincere compassion and empathy…
The Meniere’s researchers approached us and mingled while we sipped on our barista made tea, coffees, chai lattes, cappuccinos and hot chocolates, gifted to us, all paid for like we were the superheroes, and they were visiting us. I was taken back by their kindness.
11:00 – 11:30am
We walked to the Lecture Theatre on Level 1. The door opened to the impressive lecture room. I gazed up at the pitched floor with rows and rows of seats. It took me back to my own university days, and indeed of a teaching room at the school where I taught. I eased myself into the seat with a quiet confidence, keen to hear about their research.
Professor David McAlpine, Academic Director of Macquarie University Hearing at the Macquarie University Australian Hearing Hub, awardee of the prestigious Einstein Fellowship, welcomed us to the Macquarie University and walked us through our program today.
Then he introduced us to the Meniere’s research team, who are building a pipeline to cure Meniere’s, bringing together a global-leading team: Dr Chris Pastras (Director of Meniere’s Disease Research), Associate Professor Mohsen Asadnia, Associate Professor Payal Mukherjee ENT (who was unable to attend today), and then he added … you.
He spoke of the importance of listening to people with Meniere’s disease. They want to help us, and they can’t do it without our involvement. Future tours and information sharing will continue with open invitations, as today’s was.
I sat there in awe as he drew us into his world of research, our world of Meniere’s. My memory cells are bursting with Meniere’s information, soaking in every single word, enraptured by the Professors McAlpine’s passion for research and trying to cure, or at the very least, find solutions to symptoms so Meniere’s people can live a quality life again.
And then came the words that had me in a spin. He told us about an implantable device that will allow us to turn off the vertigo and restore our balance. I couldn’t stop myself from mouthing “WOW!” I held my breath and shifted in my seat as my eyes pooled with tears. Then I inhaled deeply to calm myself. This … is what we have been waiting for: to be able to control our vertigo without the destructive intervention, without sac decompression, without the use of gentamicin, without having a vestibular nerve section, but to just have an implantable device that acts like a switch to turn off the vertigo … mind officially blown. An answered prayer. This is a life changer. This is a life giver. This means finding our self again, the one before the physical, social, emotional and psychological broken pieces of us, after Meniere’ Disease entered our lives uninvited, shattering our sense of self – who we were, our self-worth, taking our happiness, our confidence, our friends, our social lives, our enjoyment of being able to eat whatever we wanted, our ability to take part in any physical activity offered to us.
Develop devices to monitor potassium and formation of endolymph hydrops which would warn the patient of an impending MD attack, allow activation of smart drug delivery systems and help to understand the progress and severity of the disease
Artificial endolymphatic sac to replenish and ionically modulate endolymph.
Innovation: ENGINEERING NOVEL MICRONANO DEVICES
Development of highly sensitive potassium sensor
Inner ear fluid – make an implantable sensor to change the ion concentrate – potassium
Make an artificial sac to eliminate Meniere’s – has been tested and published.
They have made a membrane that only lets potassium pass through.
Professor David McAlpine thanked our presenters and we applauded. His passion for everything that had been spoken about today and about Macquarie University and their cutting edge science applied to Meniere’s was eagerly absorbed by me, and my imaginary bucket I brought along to fill with hope from today was already full. Wagging school for the day was totally worth the guilt of missing class with my students, but also knowing that they were in good hands with another teacher who would follow the plans I had left them.
11:30 AM-12:30 PM- Australian Hearing Hub’s lab visit
We left the lecture room and followed Professor David to our next stop on the tour. It was the Australian Hearing Hub Lab. The door opened and we entered the lab room of Cochlear Implant innovation and ground breaking research.
This room was named after Professor Bill Gibson who is a renowned ear, nose and throat (ENT) surgeon and world leader in cochlear implantation and Menière’s disease. My heart glowed. It was Professor Bill Gibson, whom my own ENT phoned to ask for advice before he administered my gentamicin back in 2004. It was Professor Bill Gibson, who read my Meniere’s novel, The Colour of Broken in 2018, and invited me to the Meniere’s Symposium in Sydney, 2018. It was Professor Bill Gibson, whom I emailed to apologise for curing Meniere’s in my new novel, All the Colours Above (2021), to which he replied, ‘I am interested in using nanorobotics to deliver medication to the endolymphatic sac. Mohsen Asadnia is an engineer who is very interested in Meniere’s Disease and is a leader in nanorobotics. You can google him. He is also building models to explain the cause of the vertigo.’
Two researchers spoke. My biggest apologies that I can’t acknowledge them by name, but I was in system overload with being present in a laboratory where the technology for my own Cochlear Implant was created once. The Cochlear Implant that changed my life. After looking around at the equipment, and the very place where Cochlear Implant Surgeons from all around the world come to learn how to perform Cochlear Implant Surgery, or where they watch live demonstrations on donated body parts from people who kindly give their physical body over to medical science after death, my eyes found the researchers again. More superheroes.
We saw the inner cochlear implant device that is placed under the skin on your scalp, and watched how the 22 electrodes were inserted via their ear prototype used for surgery instruction.
And then we were able to ask questions.
One of the people on our tour group asked about the part of the Cochlear Implant you wear on your head. The processor. I spoke up and showed them my Kanso 2, and how it attached to my head. I also told them about the year 2019, at Sports Day at school, when I saw a Year 7 boy who had cochlear implants on both ears. I spoke to him and was blown away by his perfect speech when answering my questions. He never once asked me to repeat what I was saying. He also happened to be Dux of Year Seven that year. He was the person who finally helped me to decide to get a Cochlear Implant. He’s in Year 10 now, and we always smile at each other and share CI information. He’s an amazing young man.
After a group photo we were lead into another room.
More Cochlear Implant research.
They are in the midst of human trials, applying hearing cell growth stimulator solution (gene therapy) into the cochlear with the electrodes at the time of the Cochlear Implant surgery. The hearing cells are stimulated to grow and attach to the electrodes to improve cochlear implant hearing even further.
We were also shown the half a million dollar medical robot that will be used by Cochlear Implant surgeons in the near future. It’s an effective tool to overcome the surgeon’s limitations such as tremor, drift and accurate force. They joked about how good the upcoming generation of surgeons will be at controlling the joystick of the robot with all their experience in playing video games and online gaming during their youth.
We proceeded onto the next room. On shelves were rows and rows of medical equipment and three large industrial fridges. ‘Donated totally intact vestibular systems,’ I was told. ‘We don’t want to scare you with the contents.’ I wanted to tell her that’s what I planned to do with my ears – to donate them to medical research to help people with Meniere’s disease. I also wanted to tell her that I love biology and anatomy and the sciences, and seeing body parts like that wouldn’t phase me. We moved into a long room next. If was filled with equipment for surgeons to practise Cochlear Implants. Impressive. We are in good hands. Onward bound, we entered the Anechoic Chamber – the quietest place on earth. The purpose of this room is to test sound, and to test hearing devices. The walls and ceiling was lined with fiberglass wedges. Beneath us, we stood on mesh that covered an open two floor drop below, where again the floor was covered with fibreglass wedges. This anechoic chamber at Macquarie University is the only one in the Southern Hemisphere. Explore the anechoic chamber here: https://my.matterport.com/show/?m=wPTdUHH5PNV
I was thrilled to be inside this space. I had read about these rooms. Inside the room it’s silent. So silent that noise is measured in negative decibels. It’s a challenge for people to be in the chamber. But your ears adapt. In the absence of external sounds, you will hear your heart beating, sometimes you can hear your lungs, even hear your stomach gurgling loudly. You become the sound. If you are in the room for 30 minutes, you have to be in a chair, as people have trouble orienting themselves and even standing. It is said that the longest anybody has been able to bear it is 45 minutes. I wondered about us Menierians. With our loud tinnitus, many with multiple unbearably loud tinnitus sounds, would we last longer than 45minutes? Those of us Menierians who have had their balance cells destroyed, would will still be able to orient ourselves and stand due to the fact that we have relearned to walk with the absence of our vestibular balance senses? I’d be open to the challenge to be in the chamber as a person with Meniere’s disease. Fascinating. You can read more about anechoic chambers here: https://www.scienceabc.com/innovation/anechoic-chambers-quietest-most-silent-rooms-work-made.html
12:30 PM – 1 PM Lunch
I approached the long table of prepacked lunches as a person with Meniere’s disease. You know what we do, we look at the food and categorize whether it is safe for us to eat – how much salt content would be in the foods; would it give me brain fog, ear fullness, or increase the sound level of my tinnitus, would it be enough to throw me into a vertigo episode? I wondered what would be offered for lunch by the Meniere’s specialists, knowing our reaction and limitations with salt. I was well pleased to find that the packaged lunch was well thought-out with our diet restrictions in mind, and so very thankful for their kindness once again. But still, when I opened the box of food, I deconstructed the Turkish bread (other types of bread were available as well) to see exactly what was on the roll (chicken, lettuce, tomato) with a side salad of carrot, celery etc, plus a chocolate roll. I ate what I knew wouldn’t affect me.
1 PM- 2 PM (Discussion and planning)
With our bellies full and Meniere’s stories shared over lunch in the glorious winter sunshine (20 degrees Celsius), we headed to another room of grouped tables and chairs for discussion and planning. This is the part of the day I was unsure about. It even made me feel a little nervous. How could we, the Meniere’s sufferers, be part of planning? What could we possibly provide the highly intelligent doctors, professors and engineers, that could help them?
That carpet – I know what you are thinking …
This session opened and we heard about funding for Meniere’s research. Dr Romaric Bouveret – Director of Operations and Strategies spoke, as well as another guest speaker (I apologise for not recording her name). We heard that funding for Meniere’s is hard to obtain, and they are actively applying for grants, once again. We also heard that Meniere’s comes under the umbrella of “Hearing” at the University, and so they have access to some funds through there. The sigh of relief in the room was palpable. We were also assured that any donations sent to the Macquarie University for Meniere’s (which can be chosen from the drop down menu on the donation page) would be totally committed to Meniere’s research.
And then we were given the chance to speak. At first, some of us spoke about how they may be able to find ways to donate money – this is a hard thing to do when Meniere’s has stolen your means on income.
I too, joined this thread. I spoke about my two Meniere’s novels (The Colour of Broken and All the Colours Above) that I have donated a substantial amount of money to research from sales. I spoke about the impact of having a story with a main character with Meniere’s, and that a young girl in the US gave her mum a copy of The Colour of Broken … afterward, her mum came back to her begging for forgiveness, as she thought her daughter had been faking the symptoms. I also told the researchers that The Colour of Broken had been long listed, twice, to be made into a movie. Awareness for us. For Meniere’s. Professor David McAlpine stated the importance of the Arts (writing, art, drama, music, dance, movies, film and television) for helping to raise awareness and funds. And that collaboration across fields was important. That connection to people was important, and the Arts helps us to do that.
Then with tears, I spoke about how I’ve talked Meniere’s sufferers online, out of suiciding. I don’t know if they wanted to hear that. But they needed to hear that. They need to know how Meniere’s affects the lives and hearts and souls of people. They need to know how destructive it is. We want our lives back.
Dr Matthieu Recugnat spoke to us next. He talked about tinnitus. He talked about hearing research, and he talked about a program they have created called Tinnibot, the world’s first virtual coach (an app) that provides tinnitus support anytime, anywhere.
Professor Dave McAlpine asked, what else do we need?
I suggested they build a website that keeps people up-to-date with the latest research. I think it’s important to keep in touch with the researchers. Making connections is about hearing the stories of real people, including the Meniere’s research team stories.
2 PM -2:30 PM (Cochlear building visit)
Unfortunately we had gone overtime with the discussion and planning. And yet there was so much more to say. It was decided that the Cochlear building visit would have to be included in the next tour. I’ll definitely be attending that tour.
2:30 PM – End of the visit
I think I can speak for all of the Menierians present today – we are in awe of you, and so, so, so thankful.
My request for tours in the future: To the Macquarie University – • Record the tour sessions so they can be shared globally (with captions) – every word and every bit of added humour was precious. To Anne – • That the gathering is a day and night event, so after the tour, we can have a Meniere’s get together (and perhaps raise some money for research), and where we can share our stories, our tragedies and triumphs, and lift each other up.
As I catch my flight back to Brisbane, finally I slow down. My heart is breaking, and yet, it is full of joy. How can it be in two states at once? It’s breaking because people are still suffering terribly with Meniere’s disease. And yet it is full of joy. The future for us is looking bright. I know our cure, or resolutions of our symptoms, is coming soon.
I tuck into my ‘traditional flight home Krispy Kremes – original glazing’ and reflect on my insanely amazing day, and I hope that, while Dr David McAlpine and Dr Mohsen Asadnia are at the 2nd Inner Ear Disorders Therapeutics Summit in Boston in two weeks to share their research and findings, and to listen to other researchers on their discoveries, all the pieces of the Meniere’s jigsaw puzzle will be found.
The spark of hope can never be extinguished.
If you would like to suggest something for discussion and planning for the Meniere’s research team, please add it in the comment section, and I will pass it on to the researchers for you.
* Some names of Meniere’s people have been changed for the purpose of this blog
XX Julieann
Julieann Wallace is a multi-published author and artist. When she is not disappearing into her imaginary worlds as Julieann Wallace – children’s author, or as Amelia Grace – fiction novelist, she is working as a secondary teacher. Julieann’s 7th novel with a main character with Meniere’s disease—‘The Colour of Broken’—written under her pen name of Amelia Grace, was #1 on Amazon in its category a number of times, and was longlisted to be made into a movie or TV series by Screen Queensland, Australia. She donates profits from her books to Macquarie University, where they are researching Meniere’s disease to find a cure. Julieann is a self-confessed tea ninja and Cadbury chocoholic, has a passion for music and art, and tries not to scare her cat, Claude Monet, with her terrible cello playing.
To welcome in the new year for my Meniere’s family and friends, here’s a free PDF of the Daily Meniere’s Journal I created in 2020. It’s for those who haven’t seen it before, are new to Meniere’s (i.m so sorry), or just need something like this to keep track of their day to day Meniere’s.
It’s a valuable tool to take to your doctor to show them your symptoms and how you are feeling everyday. I know there are people who bought the journal in 2020, and have already purchased another one for 2021.
Print the PDF out day by day, or month by month – however you want to use it. And you have permission to share it with others. I hope it helps you to find patterns or triggers so you can manage the horrendous Meniere’s disease a little better.
Julieann is a multi-published author and artist. When she is not disappearing into her imaginary worlds as Julieann Wallace – children’s author, or as Amelia Grace – fiction novelist, she is working as a secondary teacher, editor, book designer, and book magician for other authors. Julieann’s 7th novel with a main character with Meniere’s disease—‘The Colour of Broken’—written under her pen name of Amelia Grace, hit #1 on Amazon in its category twice. Julieann is a self-confessed tea ninja and Cadbury chocoholic, has a passion for music and art, and tries not to scare her cat, Claude Monet, with her terrible cello playing.
I die a little inside each time I hear someone with Meniere’s disease pleading for help, saying they can’t do it anymore, and when I hear the callout for prayer for someone who is suicidal from the insidious incurable disease … I’ve been there. I know exactly how it feels. I wish I had a magic wand to heal every one of us. Right now.
I get angry when I read Meniere’s patients being told by their doctors, ‘I’m sorry. There is nothing more we can do.’
Don’t accept it. There is more that can be done.
But … it also depends on what you are willing to do.
Let me tell you the short story of my journey.
1995 …
‘I’m sorry. There is no cure.’
‘No cure?’
‘No … no cure; no cause. But you’re not going to die from it.’ My ear specialist eyed me with caution. The bitterness of my diagnosis after five hours of testing was painful to acknowledge.
‘Let’s wait and see how your symptoms go,’ he said.
I stepped out of the ENT’s office, trailed by a very dark shadow: Meniere’s disease. It was so large it cast a darkness over me like a heavy, storm cloud, ready to erupt into the strong spiralling wind of a hurricane or cyclone at any moment. I knew the symptoms of my diagnosis well. I lived them with every breath that I took, mixed with fear and anxiety: aural fullness, hearing loss, tinnitus, and vertigo – the abhorrent violent vertigo – a life changer.
I felt like I was given a prison sentence.
Where was the key to escape from Meniere’s disease?
Wait and see how my symptoms go? Why? It could be a mild form that had little impact on my life, or it could go into remission.
But mine didn’t.
Thank you to the creator of this list.
After return visits to my ENT I was given a diuretic and Stemetil. That was it. And that was all they had in 1996. End of story.
But was it?
As my Meniere’s disease kicked into overdrive, destroying every bit of happiness I had in my life, the worst my ENT had seen, I got up to fight. Life was brutally unfair. Why was Meniere’s disease even a thing? It’s so cruel.
I was angry. I wasn’t going to accept “there’s no more we can do”. So I took control.
1. I started journaling my lifestyle vertigo attacks – what I did, ate, or drank beforehand an episode, trying to find a trigger or a pattern – and I discovered one – every two months I would have four hours of violent vertigo for nine days in a fortnight. Sometimes ending up in hospital.
2. I started my own research online when we finally had a home computer.
3. I researched and tried natural therapies.
4. I tried acupuncture.
5. I had my jaw alignment checked for TMJ (temporomandibular joint).
6. I listened to sound therapy for months on end – the Tomatis effect.
7. I took my research to my ENT, every visit. I’m sure he let out a sigh every time he saw my name on his patient list for the day. And when I found a Japanese doctor who claimed that the anti-viral Acyclovir cured people of their Meniere’s disease, my ENT was doubtful, but told me to give it a go. It cost me around $375 for each script from my GP – and that’s another story. It didn’t work.
8. I tried Serc.
But still, the debilitating vertigo rendered me defenceless. Incapacitated. And mentally, I found myself at the bottom of the darkest abyss with no hope, wearing a mask with a smile, covering up my very, very deep and dark depression.
2004 …
9. I tried prednisone. For one day I felt like a normal person. And then my vertigo returned.
10. I had a grommet inserted into my eardrum. It did nothing.
The doctor’s words were full of apology. And frustration. ‘I’m sorry. There is nothing more we can do.’
‘Nothing more?’ My heart sunk. There was no horizon of hope, like the sun’s rays projecting onto the twilight canvas. It had disappeared into the darkness. Like me.
Just me and the beast: Meniere’s.
My ENT looked gutted. ‘Well … we could try gentamicin injected into your middle ear, and if that doesn’t work, I can do a vestibular nerve section.’
‘I’ll take the gentamicin.’
‘It will destroy your balance cells. You will also lose some hearing.’
‘Does it stop the vertigo?’
‘It can. Yes.’
‘Then I’ll take the gentamicin.’ I didn’t care about losing more hearing. I couldn’t live with the vertigo. I was done …
2020 …
I’ve been vertigo free since 2004. But the gentamicin injected into my middle ear was not the low dose gentamicin offered now, it was the full strength, and I remember my ENT saying that he added bi-carbonate of soda and sterile water to the mix to make the toxic antibiotic penetrate better. I now have my life back. And my shadow, Meniere’s, is a small thing that follows me around, a reminder that I am a survivor and a fighter.
I have to admit, I’m a little jealous of newly diagnosed Meniere’s people now. You have so much more HOPE than I did when I started my Meniere’s journey 25 years ago. There are far more medications and treatment options and success stories, and support groups and people who have started blogs and websites for MD people.
You have so much more.
And remember, you can choose. Like I did. Make sure you have a supportive ENT. I’m eternally thankful to my ENT and his care and compassion. And now my new ENT for his skill with my Cochlear Implant that has allowed me to hear again after 15 years.
Meniere’s Warriors:
This is your weapon—Research—scour the internet for everything about Meniere’s disease and treatment options. Present them to your ENT. You are your best advocate. It’s your life. You take control.
This is your plan—Trial—approaches and treatments that people are having successes with (after researching – there’s a lot of scammers/snake oil salespeople/quacks out there trying to make money out of our suffering).
This is your mantra—Never give up and reach out. We’ve got this, together.
Doctors, this is our plea: please let us choose our steps to wellness, to a better life where we can find joy again, where we can take back what Meniere’s disease has taken from us. Please don’t say “there is nothing more you can do”. We have suffered more than enough.
I’m looking forward to the day when I hear: ‘Here’s the bad news. You have Meniere’s disease. Here’s the good news—we can fix it!’’
To help you out in your MD journey, I have a two freebies you can download:
The spark of hope can never be extinguished. A cure for Meniere’s disease is coming …
I write this blog with the knowledge of the great diversity of experiences of people with Meniere’s disease in mind. Some suffer greatly. Some little. Some people respond to medications. Some don’t. Some can still function with little disruption to their daily lives. Some don’t.
I also write acknowledge that there are many debilitating incurable illnesses, and I am in not in any way discrediting or minimalizing another person’s illness.
Julieann Wallace is a best-selling author, artist and teacher. She is continually inspired by the gift of imagination, the power of words and the creative arts. She is a self-confessed tea ninja, Cadbury chocoholic, and has a passion for music and art. She raises money to help find a cure for Meniere’s disease, and tries not to scare her cat, Claude Monet, with her terrible cello playing. playing.
The Colour of Broken is my best-selling novel (written under my pen name) that has a character with Meniere’s disease. It hit #1 on Amazon in it’s category a more than once. It can be bought at any online bookstore, including Amazon.
The Daily Meniere’s Journal is a 365 day print book to record your MD symptoms to find triggers and patterns. It can be bought on any online bookstore, including Amazon.
All profits from these books are donated to Meniere’s research to help find a cure.
I am mindful of those who also have incurable diseases or are walking the path of a diagnosis that is life changing. My blog never aims to undermine the severity of anyone else’s illness, disability or journey. We all deal with life with different tolerances, attitudes and thresholds. ‘My Shadow -Meniere’s’ is my journey. It is my hope that it can help others with Meniere’s disease, or hearing loss, or simply when life has a plot twist.
I also acknowledge those before me, who have Meniere’s Disease or a Cochlear Implant. Your experiences, advice and suggestions are welcome.
My Shadow - Meniere's 