‘What’s in a name?’ When it comes to a sarcoidosis diagnosis, quite a lot.

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other word would smell as sweet.” — Juliet in William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”

We’ve all heard those words before. Even those who slept through English lit class are familiar with one of the most famous lines from one of the most famous plays ever written. And we all know what it means. The name is not what matters; it’s what’s inside that makes us who we are.

In that instance, I agree, but it’s not always true. Sometimes, words matter. Names matter. Especially in the chronic illness community.

It’s a battle I’ve had with countless doctors over the past 15 years. When I started trying to find out what was wrong with me, doctors suggested that it was all in my head. They wouldn’t give my condition a name, and I was left lost, hurting, and hopeless.

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When a rheumatologist finally began to approach a diagnosis, I was elated, briefly. I finally knew that I had “some kind of arthritis, probably autoimmune.” The doctor explained that several conditions had similar symptoms, so it was just a matter of figuring out the name of mine.

After a few months, he no longer seemed concerned with naming my condition. We knew the family, and that was enough for him. I tried explaining to my boss what I was dealing with and that I might need to work from home or take time off when I had treatments or flares. But without a name for my condition, she was reluctant to make the accommodations I needed.

I decided to try another doctor, to see if she might be able to figure it out. Over the next few years, we went through myriad diagnoses. I didn’t quite fit the diagnostic criteria, but my presentation was close enough to suggest “atypical” rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, or psoriatic arthritis. Even without knowing for sure, my rheumatologist had to enter those names into my chart to prescribe the treatments that she thought might alleviate my symptoms.

What’s in a name?

A name often comes with expectations, though they might not align so well with reality. I’ve had fun with that discrepancy, especially since I got married.

From 2000-04, I taught English classes at the City University of New York. The first day of every semester was always my favorite. Without fail, I’d see at least a half-dozen students walk into my classroom, look at me, look at their academic programs, and walk out. They’d look at the room number on the door, back at their programs, and back at me. Sometimes they’d walk up and down the hall before coming back in, still perplexed. They just couldn’t understand how Professor Wong could be a young white woman.

But it’s not always so entertaining.

The names of our diseases often come with expectations, too, and they can create challenges when we don’t meet them. In the United States, sarcoidosis affects African Americans (especially African American women) far more than Caucasians, and 90% of sarcoidosis cases include lung involvement. Consequently, when I complained of muscle and joint pain, rashes, and severe fatigue, sarcoidosis wasn’t even on my doctors’ radar.

When I was finally diagnosed with sarcoidosis in 2015, everything changed quickly. We altered my treatments and added additional specialists to my team. I found information, organizations, and other people living with my disease. I quickly became a member of the sarcoidosis community.

That said, the name of a rare disease may not be quite as meaningful to the general public, or even some doctors. If they haven’t heard of sarcoidosis, they don’t understand that it can be a severe chronic illness that feels far worse than it looks. Too often, we’re told that we look good and “at least it’s not cancer,” then we’re dismissed without a second thought.

Sarcoidosis can also lead to another name, another word that carries a great deal of weight. Up to a third of patients require long-term treatment, and some, including myself, become disabled.

By the time I was forced to stop working and apply for Social Security disability payments, I’d been writing about my health in a personal blog for a few years. In one piece, I wrote explicitly about being sick and disabled, and about how I found ways to avoid saying it outright. Looking back, I realize how much internalized ableism I was fighting at the time, and I’m so glad I’ve outgrown that (mostly).

Names do matter, especially in the rare disease community. While we may want to consider the expectations that go along with a rare, often invisible, and sometimes disabling condition like sarcoidosis, we must keep in mind that we’re still individual snowflakes, and our disease presentation may be as unique as we are.

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