Saturday, January 16, 2016

Medical Mysteries

January 15, 2015

Don't go into shock with 2 posts in a month ;)  I figured it was time I gave a full update on my monkeys and their crazy medical happenings the past few months... since that was long overdue and so many of my faithful family and friends have continued to cover the 5 of us in prayers.  It's been a wild and wearisome past few months to say the least.  I will backtrack a bit... and start with Peyton for a change.  A few months ago, Peyton started having consistent episodes of dizziness.  I honestly am not a worry wart, so I told her she was fine and just to sit down for a bit and drink water if she felt dizzy.  Well this mama probably should have worried a bit more... in November, Peyton went off to school one morning, complaining of feeling dizzy (and again I told her to chill and drink water)... only for me to get a call from the school a few hours later saying she "was sick" and I needed to come get her.  I arrived at the school to get called into the office where the school admin told me to come sit down.  She then explained... Peyton had been lining up after recess, and suddenly collapsed.  When the teacher had called her name, she hadn't responded.  She was only "out" for a few seconds, but when she "came to", she had started to vomit.  She was dizzy and confused and still vomiting when I arrived to get her just a few minutes after the school called.  They were concerned about a possible seizure.  For some reason, I stayed fairly calm.  I got her in the car and immediately called her neurologist.  See she had 2 similar episodes (minus the puking) in the prior year, so we had already seen a neurologist and had an EEG (brain scan) done to check for seizures then.  The neurologist was concerned and set an appointment to have another EEG done.  So thus began another series of tests for my little monkey.  The EEG came back with no visible abnormalities, so after spending an hour with her neurologist, he decided to refer her to a pediatric cardiologist.  We're getting to know ALL of the Duke specialty departments now :)  So I took Peyton to see the cardiologist.  He was AWESOME!  He ran more tests, and did an EKG (heart scan) right there in the office.  He diagnosed Peyton with Vaso Depressor Syncope... the exact same heart condition both my mom and I have, which causes your blood pressure and heart rate to suddenly bottom out and cause you to get crazy dizzy, and often even black out.  The blessing is that often if it's diagnosed in children this young, they will grow out of it by puberty when their hormones fully change, so I'm praying for that!  Also, just having answers and knowing what to expect daily definitely helps both her and I deal with it!  The down side is that in a child as young and small as she is, she can black out for up to 20 minutes at a time!!!  CRAZY.  Treatment wise, there's not much they can do for her.  There's a med they can put her on, but the doctor and I met again together with Peyton this week, and we decided to wait until late spring to see if she really needs to go on it or if we can try to keep it at a manageable level with over hydration.  See for this disease, hydration is KEY, so in the winter, with the cooler temps, it's a bit easier to stay hydrated, where this summer, it'll definitely be more challenging and she may experience black outs more frequently and for longer durations.  So for now... we'll wait... drink lots (water that is...at least for her... lol!)... and pray she grows out of it quickly!



So my little dude Kai... the journey continues.  He continues to be a fighter... a trooper... my little man who faces more challenges daily than anyone else I know.  He now has an electric wheelchair that he can use at his own discretion when he feels so wobbly and fatigued that simple walking is too much of a challenge. He still has 3 therapies per week, and we are blessed with some of THE most incredible therapists who are constantly researching his disease and trying to keep things fun and challenging for my preteen who thinks everything these days is just "stupid".  :)  I've been incredibly blessed to have a super nurse who has been helping me with his needs after school as she has time (she's in nursing school so her time is limited, but I will take her help any time possible!).  Kai is still trying to be very independent, but that's definitely becoming more and more of a daily challenge.  Prayers are appreciated as I struggle to know how to best support and help my little man as there's so many questions that just cannot be answered as his disease is just too rare and unknown.  He's an inspiration in his fight!  Trust me, he's no angel... he's full blown preteen with the attitude and all... but it's his stubborn fight that's gotten him this far so for that I'm thankful.  Prayers are appreciated for sure ... this journey is an incredibly emotional one for both Kai, his siblings, and myself.  Kai knows fully that his body doesn't do what his brain tells it to do.  That makes it incredibly tough.  There's been a lot of tears shed by all.  Kalia, Peyton and Thayne are incredibly perceptive, and they see their brother struggle, and it's not easy.  They've watched him use the wheelchair at home more and more often, and they know the day is fast approaching where he'll need it at school too.  I will keep some of his other struggles private as I would never want to embarrass my little man, but suffice to say they are not easy to deal with day in and day out.  It's an exhausting journey.  One that I know God chose me to walk thru and fight thru with my oldest son, and his siblings who have a whole different first hand view of life with special needs, but one that I question God often about as well.  I have learned to be pretty raw and open, with the prayer that my journey can give another weary mama strength, just knowing someone else is out there who can relate and is in her corner.  Or maybe another extra special child out there who needs to know they have a fellow fighter in their corner and climbing an uphill road too.  It's a fight... a daily and hourly fight.  But just like training for my Ironman... each hour makes you stronger.  It's exhausting, and most days not pretty, but it's worth it ... because at the end of the day, every evening, I kneel by my kiddos beds and pray with and for them, and I hear their hearts as they share on their day, and I know I wouldn't have it any other way.  I don't understand the "why" God chose me for this particular journey... but I do know that I have my 4 amazing monkeys to walk the road with, and I have a Heavenly Father who has given me strength for each hour of the journey, and I'm confident He will continue to do so.




As for Kalia and Thayne, praise God their health has been great, so that's a huge blessing!
Me... well we'll just suffice to say that autoimmune diseases (Systemic Lupus to be specific) don't like a lot of stress and a little bit of sleep, so it's been a bit of a struggle with pain management lately to say the least, but I'm still able to move and groove as needed with my monkeys and work and daily routine, so I can't complain.  :)
So in a nutshell... prayers appreciated especially for my little dude Kai, and for his siblings and I as we continue to process his struggles along side of him and adjust daily to the ever present needs of our crazy schedule called life!




Thursday, January 7, 2016

Mini reflections from a wandering mind

January 7, 2016
Wow... A new year.  I think I'm still a little shocked it's already another year to be honest.  SO much has happened in just a year's time.  Sometimes it seems like just yesterday I was sitting with 2 of my dear friends at Durham Performing Arts Center for their Christmas Eve service, barely able to breathe as I was sobbing gut wrenching sobs.  I had just been served divorce papers as I had walked out the door to meet my friends for church that evening (well 2014 actually... I keep forgetting it's not 2015 anymore!).  The following week I had found out he had filed the papers wrong, so he had to go correct his errors and re-file, only to have them served to me on Valentines Day 2015.  January of this past year we had a massive court hearing... only to have my patience worked on again as we didn't get a ruling on that hearing until the end of March!  February, I was finally officially divorced with correct papers in hand.  April was Kai's Make-A-Wish Gala... one of the most treasured memories of my year to date!  May and June were a whirlwind, trying to help the kids finish up their school years strong, and me adding yet another job to my resume... coaching and managing at TriLife (a local triathlon store near my house).  July started the kids to new schools with a bang... now 2 in middle school (grades 6 and 8), and 2 in elementary (grades 1 and 4).  August I got to take my monkeys on our all time favorite annual trip... Ohio to see all the cousins, then on to Canada to Muskoka cottage country for a week in paradise with my parents!  September was a tough month.  (yep... honesty at it's finest from me).  The x had announced a few weeks after our divorce was final that he was engaged to one of my former closest friends.  September was their wedding.  The brokenness of my sweet babies nearly crushed me.  But again, were it not for their torn and raw hearts, I wouldn't have had the incredible chance to treasure hours upon hours of each of the 4 of them in my arms, drying their tears (along with mine... we should have bought stock in Kleenex Plus Lotion I'm pretty sure!) and reading His promises over and over about our Heavenly Father who promises to bottle our tears and forever and always be Faithful.  If it weren't for those long and sleepless nights from March through into late October, I wouldn't have the incredible raw and honest relationship that I do now with my babies, so for that I'm eternally grateful!  To see my children learn to cling to Jesus and seek Truth in their pain has been a painful yet priceless journey.  You see, their Jesus, my Jesus... He's real.  He's faithful.  He's our Comforter.  He's The best Father a broken child could ever dream of having.  And my monkeys have learned to see Him as our Provider too.  There were days we would pray together that God would somehow provide enough money to get food for that week... and He ALWAYS did!  HE never failed!  My kids saw their sweet innocent prayers answered as tangible "angels" as we call them, would out of the blue drop off a meal saying, put a card in the mail with $ to get us thru that month, or even arrive in person to hand me a grocery gift card or money they felt "God laid on their hearts to drop off", in the EXACT amount of a past due medical bill that they knew nothing about!  I'm telling you... God showed up!!!!  It was an incredible year of learning to trust all over again!!  See when you've walked thru years upon years of physical, verbal, and emotional abuse, you get really good at putting up walls.  Giant walls.  Made of cement, so that nobody can hurt you again.  If you never trust and never love, it's easier to "be strong" that way.  But you miss out.  Man do I wish I could tell you how much you miss out on!  And as those walls have been broken down (I would say brick by brick, but it's more like cinder block by cinder block because I'm pretty sure I just went ahead and built a fortress!), I've seen and felt love like I've never experienced in my adult life.  I'm learning (no I haven't quite mastered) to trust.  And it's freeing!  It's beyond words... like this giant bar full of rusty, old, heavy, 45# weights, has been lifted off my back... and my body can dance again (no... you don't want to really see me dance!  I have 2 left feet ... ;) but I love to dance anyways! ).



So today was a day of reflection for me.  If I'm honest, it's been the past few weeks really, but especially today.  See today would have been my 16th wedding anniversary.  Let me stop you before you start pitying me and saying you're sorry... it's ok.  I'm ok.  Really!  I'm actually AWESOME!  I won't pretend (for those who know me well, you know I'm honest, to a fault.  I say it like it is... without too much sugar coating!).  It was a bittersweet day.  With my close friends and family, it was sort of like that elephant in the room... 99% of them afraid to say a word about it so just said nothing instead.  IF it had been a marriage with God at the center, it would have been a great day to celebrate.  But that was far from the case.  So instead of looking back today with regret, I've spent my "looking back" moments today thinking of how thankful I am that even though there were years upon years of hell I walked thru, there were also moments I'm incredibly thankful for.  If it weren't for those years, I wouldn't have my 4 incredible kiddos (aka my monkeys) who are my joy and strength (and challenge!) daily.  If it wasn't for the pain I walked thru, I would have never discovered who God really made me to be, complete with my intense passions and strength I never knew I had that could only come from God.  If it weren't for those years, I would have never learned to say sorry, to own my faults and failures, and to forgive like I never thought was possible (I'm still daily learning the forgiveness part).  I would have never really known the genuine love (and tough love at times too!) of friends and family who loved me enough to speak truth, challenge me, dry my weary and teary eyes, and cover me in prayers when my feeble groans couldn't begin to put into words the deep brokenness of my soul. And if it weren't for those painful and sometimes terrifying and deeply lonely years, I would have never truly seen and felt the love of my Heavenly Groom like I've been able to experience.  Honestly, I wouldn't trade the nightmare for the peace I've found on the other side of the cocoon.  God's given me these incredible wings to fly this past year!
So all this rambling and reflections to say... my precious friends who are struggling, hang on.  Hang on tight to Jesus.  He's a big God and He can handle your anger, your hurt, your pain of betrayal, your brokenness, your shame.  Trust me... He can handle your words too.  There have been days upon days I've ran or cycled, sobbing, cussing, asking God "why".  But He can handle it.  I've been reading in Job recently, and have been challenged by his words... how can we possibly accept good from God but then think life's unfair if we face pain?  This jacked up world is full of sinners with a human nature.  God didn't promise no pain.  In fact He says we WILL have pain.  BUT in that pain... He's still there.  He's still God.  And He's got a plan far bigger and WAY more incredible than we could ever imagine.  Shoot, it's God after all!  If He can breathe a world full of color, creativity, life, and beauty, into existence with just a word, why do I ever doubt His ability to handle my daily drama?!
And give thanks... find things, even the tiniest thing like the smell of your toothpaste, to give thanks for.  :)
So I'm signing off from my ramblings... I can't wait for this year to unfold!  I pray God continues to grow and strengthen me (although I've told Him He's welcome to back off on the lessons in patience for a little bit if He'd so choose! ;) )... and I pray that with the brave wings He's given me, that I soar to new heights of knowing Him this year.  In the blessings and the pain... I pray both my kids and I see Jesus in our daily walks of life.  And I pray we have to courage to be a tangible Jesus to the ones in our paths.  Change is incredibly painful at times.... but SO beautiful too.


Valleys and Victories

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