Sunday, January 29, 2012

Hope

HOPE

As defined by Dictionary.com:

Hope: the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.

As written by Barbara Gill in “Changed by a Child”:

Hope is the thing that is willing to take a chance on the future. Hope is the capacity to see something on the horizon that we are willing to move toward. If our hope gets us from today to tomorrow, and in that new day we are ready or able to deal with something we thought we couldn’t face, then hope has done its job.

To quote my friend Christy:

 “Hope is a funny thing”. 

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As parents, we all have hopes and dreams for our children.  As the parent of a medically complex and disabled child, hope is a powerful thing. It is what drives us, carries us and comforts us in the darkest of times. 

In the beginning of Jack’s journey, there was so much hope. Despite being a 33- weeker, Jack’s course was uncomplicated and he came home six weeks after he was born - eating and breathing on his own and requiring only a small amount of supplemental oxygen.  My hope was simply for Jack to wean off the oxygen. Shortly after he came home, Jack suffered an apneic event (he stopped breathing) and ended up in the PICU.  It was discovered that Jack was born with a cardiac anomaly – a vascular ring that was compressing his airway and esophagus.  Jack had surgery to divide the vascular ring without complication and when he was discharged from the PICU following surgery, I don’t think anyone expected to ever see us again. I hoped the worst was behind us. Two days after discharge, Jack was readmitted to the PICU in respiratory distress. Jack was ultimately intubated and over the course of three months, multiple attempts were made to extubate him.  Each attempt at extubation, I hoped with all my heart that he would make it off the vent so that we could just go home. To no avail.  Five months after his first PICU admission, Jack was discharged sporting a trach, ventilator, g-tube and no diagnosis, but with the hope (and expectation) of everyone involved that all the medical intervention was temporary.  When I signed off consenting to the trach, I honestly never contemplated that it would be permanent.  In the first months of his life, Jack did not present as a child with a progressive neuromuscular disease.  In fact, engraved in my memory is a comment made by a neurology fellow during rounds one morning.  He looked at Jack and said, “Here is a neurologically healthy child.”

From the moment of Jack’s discharge, my mission – and hope – was to get rid of it all.  Occupational, physical and speech therapists invaded our house daily to work with Jack to get him to sit independently, eat by mouth and communicate.  I pushed Jack relentlessly and mercilessly.  Months passed and the first year quickly faded into the second year. Jack made little progress on all fronts.  I was forced to temper my hopes.  I went from hoping Jack would get rid of it all to just hoping he would get rid of the ventilator.  Couldn’t he at least just get off the damn vent? I literally begged Jack to breathe on his own.

When Jack was three years old, one of his doctors gently suggested that I “needed to make peace with the ventilator.” It was clear to everyone by then that Jack had more going on than initially thought. We still didn’t have a diagnosis, primarily because I refused to follow-up with Jack’s neurologist after Jack’s discharge from the hospital.  Whatever she had to say, I wasn’t prepared to hear it at that time. Letting go of the hope that Jack would be able to live without the ventilator was by far one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do.  It was the ultimate defeat for me because it was what I had so fervently hoped for, for so many years.  Losing the g-tube and wheelchair were secondary hopes that could be tackled after we got past the ventilator.  When Jack couldn’t get past the ventilator, what was left to hope for?

On Jack’s 5th birthday, I penned out my “new” hopes for Jack in the first of what has since become an annual birthday letter:

I hope that every morning when he wakes up and every night before he closes his eyes, he feels safe and knows that he is loved. I hope that his days on this earth are lived without pain. I hope he achieves a way to communicate his feelings and desires to others. I hope he stays healthy. I hope he accomplishes all that he is capable of.”

Despite my apparent acceptance of Jack’s limitations and my new hopes for Jack, they were short lived. I wanted more. When Jack started school, I had every hope that he would thrive and be able to show everyone how smart he was.  I hoped that his teachers and therapists would find a way for him to express what was going on in his head.  Jack got a power wheelchair and I hoped that he would be able to maneuver it on his own and have some control over his life.  Jack was beginning to make progress with his schooling, his communication and his wheelchair until one fateful day in 2004 when he disconnected himself from his ventilator and suffered an anoxic event – an event that stole so much from him. It was devastating and I was, once again, forced to temper my hopes for Jack. 

My hopes were renewed when Jack got his state of the art eye gaze computer system. I hoped with everything I had (almost as much as I had hoped he would ditch the vent) that he would finally be able to communicate with us. I imagined him using his eyes to write us a letter, sharing all the thoughts that had been held captive in his head all these years.  I really, really hoped we’d found the key to “unlocking” Jack. Despite all my hopes, Jack is unable to effectively communicate using his eye gaze system. 

I have since learned through my involvement with Cure CMD that Jack’s subtype of muscular dystrophy can cause cognitive impairment that affects the ability to communicate.  The reality is, Jack will never be able to communicate in the way I had hoped because of his disease.  Jack will never talk, walk, eat or breathe on his own.  Not one single hope that I had in the beginning of this journey will ever come to be. 

Imagine what it’s like when your child is living the worse case scenario for someone with his disease.  Much of Cure CMD’s mission is to find ways to slow down the progression of the disease. The hope is to help individuals NOT end up like Jack.  How’s that for a hope buster?

It’s difficult to know what to hope for anymore. I certainly no longer hope that what I want can be had.  Some might tell me to go back to the hopes that I had on Jack’s 5th birthday – that those hopes are good enough. Some days, those hopes are good enough.  Other days, it feels like giving up.

I continue to allow teachers and therapists to come into my home. I continue to sit Jack in front of his eye gaze system.  Because, the fact is, hope is a funny thing. Hope is what allows you to take a chance on the future.  Hope is what gives you the strength to get up each day and “keep on keeping on”. 

For those reasons, I continue to Hope.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Sabbatical

Okay, I'm back.  I decided to take a blogging sabbatical - I guess I should have told you ahead of time.  Actually, it wasn't a planned sabbatical in that I felt like I needed a break from blogging, I just didn't have anything interesting to share.  However, it appears that my blogging absence has some of my readers worried.  I received several phone calls asking if everything is okay and a text from Mary telling me "Mother you need to update your blog!"  I just figured Facebook was keeping everyone updated.  Now I know that there are a few regular readers out there who aren't on FB (and who don't leave comments - so I don't know you read!)

In any event, I feel the love and it's much appreciated.

Since my last update, the only significant item of interest is Team Cure CMD's participation in the Phoenix half marathon.  My beautiful friend Jenny and her adorable daughter Gigi flew in from St. Louis for the race and stayed a few extra days to visit with us.  I forgot what it was like to have a baby in the house, but was quickly reminded that babies control the show.  Gigi was great - her only issue was not being able to sleep well in a strange environment.  I don't think Jenny got much sleep while she was here.  Despite the lack of sleep - Jenny still managed to complete her very first half marathon in under 3 hours.  She is awesome!  I won't share my time because, well ... it's not noteworthy.  The Phoenix course seemed tougher than the Los Angeles course and I was definitely feeling it more this time.  But, (for Christy) - my foot didn't hurt during or after the walk this time.  

The founder of Cure CMD - Dr. Anne Rutkowski also came over from California with her husband, Joe and daughter, Maia (who has the same form of CMD as Jack).  Anne is one of the smartest people I know and has seemingly endless energy.  My sister described Anne as "captivating".  She is so passionate about Cure CMD and its mission that she "sucks you in" and you can't help but want to be part of the "team" and support her in any way you can.  I can't say enough how remarkable a person Anne is and what a privilege it is to be able to spend time with her.

Below is a picture of Anne working with Jack on his eye-gaze system.  She sat right down with Jack and knew how to work the thing without any hesitation.  I feel like a total loser because I never spend any time with him on it.  Anne suggests we spend at least a half hour a day with Jack using his device.  She's right of course, but my brain doesn't feel like learning new things and I don't find navigating a communication board to be an easy task.


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Race day

Team Cure CMD




Anne and Jenny


Clearly, we were more interested in photo opps than our finish time!
(my sister, Maureen)



I have now participated in 3 - count them - THREE half marathons for Cure CMD.  Definitely not something I thought I would ever do.  I've already signed up for number 4 - the Disney Half Marathon over Labor Day weekend.  This one should be fun -- running through Disneyland.  The time limit for the Disney half is shorter than the other halfs, so running will be involved in this next one.  Let the training begin! (I'm actually quite scared that I can't do it -- the running thing.)

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Our original plans were to drive to Sedona the Monday after the race. But, given our sore bodies and a baby who was very vocal about her dislike of the car seat, we decided to forgo the two hour drive to Sedona and visit the Desert Botanical Gardens instead.  Sedona would have been nicer (and cheaper), but what kid doesn't want her picture taken next to a giant cactus, right?




Is she cute or what?!


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Gigi and Jack enjoying some TV time


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That's the update my friends!  I've got another blog thought floating around in my head that was sparked by my time with Anne and by something my friend Christy mentioned in her recent post.  It's about "Hope".   It won't be a feel good post, but it will be honest.  

Stay tuned.