The Amyloidosis Strongman
By Clint Gaskin
In November 2013 I found myself on the 10th floor or the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead London; great view of the Heath and surroundings, but if I am honest it didn’t count for much, as I was stuck on a Heart failure ward and had been told I may have as little as 2 Weeks to live. See I had been diagnosed with AL Amyloidosis a rare but extremely deadly disease that had managed to attack most of my internal organs, at the time I was unable to walk as I my blood was not clotting and I was bleeding into my muscle sacks, my liver was about twice the size of what it should be, by kidneys working at thirty odd percent, and my heart on the brink of failure with really thick walls and constantly in a dangerous arrhythmia.
My stay at the Royal Free wasn’t the start of my troubles, my diagnosis was a long time coming, my symptoms were classic looking back, I was having trouble with my heart and arrhythmias for just under a year, my spleen ruptured for no reason ending up with its removal and being in a induced coma for 4 days in my local hospital, then I had the most severe pains in my legs which meant I was pretty much wheelchair bound for 6 months, Doctors seemingly at a loss as to what was wrong.
My care teams at the Royal Free have all said they really didn’t think I was getting out of hospital, but equipped with an ICD, I did exactly that a day before Christmas, that was spent at home with my Family, my wife Sharon, and four Children certainly a gift for us all. The following 6 months were incredibly hard, but I responded well to the treatment and by August I was off most the harsh drugs and recovery could begin. Sharon pushed me to go for walks; I had no fitness found it hard to breathe and had no strength at all.
As much as I didn’t want to do anything the walks continued, we live on the North Downs and our walk included one face of the Hill, at first I could walk about a third before having to go back, but as the weeks passed I managed to get to the top, I still remember the feeling its was just like the film Rocky when he ran to the top of the steps. (today on our walks we walk over the downs 3 times covering 7 miles and its not me wishing for it to finish anymore)
In January 2015 I was told my bleeding issue was also back in check and that I could go to the gym and train. The disease had really taken its toll I was so so weak but I knew how to train so started on a progressive training system and after about 3 months I had enough strength to start training properly. I then enlisted the help of a former Power lifter at a well know gym that has many champions training with them. I have now been training with them for 4 months and can now see that not only will it be possible for me to regain the strength I once had and compete in a local novice strongman competition.
My focus now is to reach the strength and fitness levels required to compete by mid 2016. I will be keeping a diary on here so you can all see how I am getting on.
I hope this helps some of you by giving a little hope to survivors of this illness.
I can’t thank enough my family and all the lovely staff at the Royal Free Hospital and the NAC for putting up with me for so long ☺