Author Archives: Karen Del Vecchio

I’m not good at accepting my limitations. While I’ve gotten better about it over the years, I’m stubborn, and if EDS says I shouldn’t do something, my usual response is to find a way around it. I’m active, athletic, and love being outside. Anything that gets in the way…

Back in December I started Pilates. Wow. Seriously, I love it. I never imagined that I’d enjoy working out in the traditional sense, but this is different. In November I took a fall off my horse Spotty (before his injury), badly spraining my right ankle and my left MCL.

It’s been a few weeks since Spotty received his diagnosis. My vet came out to look at my horse and go over ultrasound images taken by my orthopedic specialist at the referral hospital. We came up with a game plan. Although the doctor who diagnosed him advised six to…

Some days simply suck. There’s no way around it. You get bad news, things don’t go your way, you just have a generally bad day. One particular day a few weeks ago would definitely qualify. I took my current competition horse, Spotty, to an equine veterinary specialist for an evaluation…

One way of managing a chronic disorder, particularly one that affects physical mobility and causes constant pain, is figuring out what treatment works for you. What helps me may not benefit you, and vice versa. I believe that sometimes a little trial and error…

Sometimes, we may have so many levels of embedded issues that it can be difficult to know where to start. For my horse Arti and me, massage and acupressure were critical to physical recovery. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon my first massage therapist, but I’m thankful…

To know me, it’s important that you know a bit about my past and the journey to my current style of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) management. So, in my next few columns, I’ll cover my history and how various experiences helped me learn the ways I manage EDS. One…

Ten years ago, at age 22, I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndromes (EDS). I’d known there was something “wrong” with me long before I was 22, but despite having a doctor in the family who had been trying to figure out the mystery with several colleagues since I was…