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Here goes...an abbreviated update, FitzPatrick style:) 12/13/2011
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Its been a long time, I know, since we sent out an update.  I appreciate your emails and phone calls and apologize to those that I haven’t responded to in a very timely mannerL  Always seems to be so much going on, that when I have time to call people back or respond to emails its just too late at night!

Abby had her IVIG infusion yesterday and today and it was not a good infusion.  Her port, which has been giving us some difficulty for the last 2 infusions has stopped working completely.  Yesterday it was sluggish, and the nurse called the Home Health supervisor to try and get some tpa orderd and put in it (which is a substance that can be put in the port and left there for a little bit to try and dissolve clots that could be forming in order to save the line – its like heavy duty heparin).  I had an appointment yesterday afternoon for a procedure to stop pain in my si joint.  When I left we were waiting for the call back from HH to get the tpa, which, silly me, I thought would be a priority.  But they did not respond and this morning when the nurse got here, we could not use the port at all.  We placed a peripheral IV (which took 5 sticks to finally get), I called the surgeon who said she wanted tpa put in the port (the first line of protocol in these situations, and which should have been handled last night) and then called home health to find out where the tpa was.  It was a day of battle with home health and with insurance over this and other constant problems, and infusion finally ended at 8 tonight.  We still have no tpa, and the port doesn’t work.  It was a very painful 2 days for Abby and she was in tears several times today, which doesn’t happen often.  She will need to have the port replaced before January 1st, and it will likely be next week.  Her skin is broken down and the port is really sore around it from being manipulated and from leaking.  We will talk to the surgeon tomorrow, but since it has not been heparanized to stop additional clotting, and since we cant flush it at all, we won’t be able to get tpa into it now, nor can we do a line study to try and save it.  The battle with the home health company today (who is owned by our pharmaceutical insurance company), as well as battles today with them over unrelated medication approvals and issues, along with the pain and discouragement that we watched Abby face today, has left me wrecked.  I hate this feeling of being emotionally tired – I would take physical fatigue over it any day.  But it also made me realize that by not taking the time, or more accurately wanting to dump all this stuff on our friends and family, that I was feeling really alone, because it was impossible to “catch anyone up” on all the goings on medically for the last several months to even begin to explain how frustrated and tired from the battle that I feel.  So, below is another FitzPatrick style abbreviated update – reader beware!

For the last year, Abby has had extremely high sed rates in all of her bloodwork but trips to countless specialists, that referred us to countless more specialists, revealed no cause for it.  (The sed rate is an indicator of inflammation, but is non specific, and doesn’t tell you where the inflammation is).  Along with the high sed rates, her fatigue levels increased over the last year + to a point where she had become very discouraged, and her quality of life had become significantly affected.  After seeing many different specialists, we went back to Dr. Vidya, who is Abby’s pediatrician and also a geneticist, at the middle of September.  We talked about the fatigue, the sed rates and other symptoms, and Abby shared with her how discouraged she was.  She was only pushing through a school day by sheer will and determination, and would crash as soon as she walked in the door.  She did not look well at all when we saw Dr. Vidya, and Dr. Vidya was concerned at her level of deterioration, both physically and emotionally.  About 4 or 5 days after our appointment, I got an email from Dr. Vidya with a HUGE file attached that she asked me to look over, all on the methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase process in the body (also known as MTHFR).  Turns out that after we left her office she started looking for possible causes of what was going on with Abby and thought this may fit.  Long story short, this cycle is responsible for converting B vitamins into the forms of B vitamins that the body utilizes, but people with this gene mutation are missing an enzyme or part of an enzyme so the process doesn’t work.  This can cause things like low serotonin levels and dopamine levels, cause increased homocysteine levels (which would account for the high sed rates) and for high levels of various toxins in the body because the cycle is responsible for breaking down toxins (metals, ammonia, etc) and taking them out.  The MTHFR defect is linked to autism, aneurysms, diabetes, chronic fatigue, chronic pain, depression, blood clots, heart disease, miscarriages and colon cancer and a plethora of other issues.  It appears as of right now to be totally unrelated and in addition to the mitochondrial disease.  Abby was tested for the MTHFR mutation and some other related tests and was found to have a form of the mutation.  There are about 10 more common forms, some of which are worse than others, and hers was about 4th down on the list.  This mutation would also inhibit her some of the medications given to her for mito from working properly.  By the time we got the testing done and back, and found out what was recommended to use to help treat it, it was the beginning of November.  She began taking a form of Folinic Acid, which is the active form of the B Vitamin Folic Acid.  We talked to the docs in Cleveland about all of this and they helped us find what to give her and prescribed the medication.  Their words to us were that “if this works, the results will be rather profound, and we should go back to GA and hug Dr. Vidya for ever thinking of looking for this.”  Well, we started her on the folinic acid on a Wednesday; by Friday morning, she was most definitely more like her old self.  On Saturday, for the first time in I think at least a year, she got up in the morning, did some chores and stayed up the entire day, into the evening!  I hadn’t realized how impacted she had become by the fatigue until it began to go back to more normal “mito” fatigue. 

Many of you know that I have struggled with health issues of my own for the last couple of years.  Seems like one thing after another.  We have talked about doing a biopsy or further testing for mito, its been ordered and I haven’t found the time or energy to move forward with it.  Dr. Vidya, knowing that I have been struggling too, ordered the same MTHFR testing for me.  The results came back and I too have the mutation, but unfortunately it’s the one at the top of the list for severity.  I began taking the folinic acid too, and although it has helped, I will need to do some other things as well, all of which will take time to work through (you begin with a couple of different active forms of b vitamins, and then do more bloodwork after about 3 months; if some areas have improved, then you move on to adding in different medications).  I am just learning about all of this and it’s a bit overwhelming – but basically the beginning of the cycle, as I understand it, is affected in Abby.  In my case, it’s the beginning and the end of the cycle.  Dr. Vidya recommended that I tell my family so that they too could be tested, since some of this can be helped with the proper medication.  As of now, two of my nieces have been tested, and both have the same mutation Abby has.   Apparently what happens is that when people who don’t have another underlying illness hit about 40 or 45, they begin to get sick much more than they ever did before, with things that are seemingly unrelated, and they stay sicker longer.  The theory is that the toxins that we all get from food, or environment or water or whatever build up in the body because the mutation doesn’t allow the cycle to work to remove the toxins.  As they build up, the body starts being overloaded with them and can’t function as its supposed to.  I had very high levels of ammonia, as did Abby, which causes fatigue and brain fog.  The newest addition to my B vitamin repertoire arrived today – Hydroxy B12, which is the active form of B12.  Hoping this gives me another boost and I begin feeling even better!

Also in September, the four of us made our annual trek to the eye doctor for exams.  It was discovered at that appointment that Abby was showing signs of color blindness, which had never been detected before.  The signs that she was showing is also an indicator of a neuropathy, or a deterioration of the nerves.  They told us we should mention it to the doctor, and come back in 3 months to have it re-checked.  I guess it probably sounds foolish to some, but I really wasn’t all that concerned about it – our plates were pretty full with the fatigue, and her feeling awful, and getting ready for a trip to Cleveland, and then the MTHFR stuff.  And since we discovered in the spring that she had lost all the feeling in the majority of her back indicating that the neuropathy had worsened, then it seemed logical that she would have signs of it in other places.  About 6 weeks ago, Abby started complaining every now and again about headaches in the back of her head, but it was just a few times and could have been anything, so we gave her ibuprofen and that was that.  A week and a half ago we went to see Dr. Vidya again to discuss the treatment plan for the MTHFR and do a catch up appointment on all that has gone on, and where we stand with all the specialists, etc.  At that appointment we told Dr. Vidya about the eye doctor, and Dr. Vidya asked if Abby had been having headaches.  Abby told her yes, in the back of her head.  This was concerning to her, and she ordered an MRI of the brain, which Abby had late last Friday.  We don’t have the results yet, because we haven’t had a chance to talk to Dr. V. in the last two days because of the infusion problems…But we are obviously anxious and would appreciate your thoughts as we await the results, as Abby comes to mind.

Last February Abby’s cecostomy tube was accidentally pulled out.  We went to the ER and a resident put in a temporary foley cath to hold the tract open until the tube could be permanently replaced.  Putting in the foley cath was very painful, and it was in for about a week, until the pain got so bad that she was readmitted to the hospital and the c tube was replaced surgically.  Apparently the foley cath that was used was bigger than the c tube (which is why it was painful) and opened the tract up larger than it should have been.  As a result, over the last 4 or 5 months, it began leaking and has become painful and difficult to manage.  We saw the surgeon last week and are making a last ditch effort to prop the c tube up so it doesn’t pull on the skin anymore, and hopefully allow the hole to close up around the c tube.  If it doesn’t work, then she will need to have the c tube replaced with a whole new tract, which means some invasive and painful abdominal surgery to place the c tube in a new spot as well as to mend the spot that it was in.  We planned to give it until mid January to decide what to do, as the skin around her tube is breaking down and becoming very painful, not to mention that the leaking is much worse and becoming more noticeable.  Given the port problems and the fact that its going to need to be replaced very soon, I am not sure if the surgeon will decide to go ahead and replace the c tube as well with a new tract, given that she would not want to put Abby under twice if it could be avoided, or if she will still wait and see if it can close up somewhat.

In the midst of the medical stuff, Abby started high school in August.  That has been quite an enlightening experience for her, and not all that pleasant.  I am amazed at the level of “mean” that some of these kids can aspire to.  Guess I was naïve in thinking that by the time kids get to high school, they have somewhat matured, but this for the most part is definitely not the case.  She has been too tired to get involved in anything, so has really not met or made any close friends, which has been tough for her.  Once we began to understand the level of how bad some days were, we gave her the option of finding another way to get her education, whether we did a home schooling coop, or changed high schools within the county.  Once again I have been blown away by her determination – she said that if she left then what would happen to other kids who faced the same thing?  She has stuck it out and is determined to find her niche.  All the while she has a straight A average.  Like many others, because Abby doesn’t really look ill, I can forget how she must be feeling given her symptoms and issues.  When we were in Cleveland in October, Dr. Mr. C. told Abby that the “first thing she needed to do was to reach around and pat herself on the back, because there are very few people suffering from the symptoms that she has that could get up and go to school almost daily.”  And then he described, based on her MTHFR related bloodwork and sed rates, etc. how her body must feel.  While I am not convinced that pushing through is always the best thing, I am in awe of her determination to not let this disease define her.  She really is an inspiration to me.

There are so many in our community of family and friends who are hurting now – you all know who you are – from cancer to heart surgeries, from chronically ill to terminally ill to loss of those that you loved dearly. Not a day goes by that you are not held close to our hearts.  Thank you for being there for us, and for continuing to hold our family close to your hearts.  It means more than you can ever know.

Praying that this Christmas time finds us all cherishing and treasuring all things that matter most.

Much love,

Lauren

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Time flies when you're having... 07/31/2011
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I cannot believe that so much time has gone by since I have been here.  I have thought about writing often, and yet the longer a stretch between posts, the more overwhelming it is to try and catch up...Where would I even begin?  Tonight I am determined to begin with this moment.....
Tomorrow, August 1, 2011, is the start of a new school year in Cherokee County, Georgia.  I have spent the evening completing paperwork for Abby to take to her new school, River Ridge High School,  tomorrow, where she will be a Freshman!  This last year has seen many challenges, and I continue to be amazed and inspired by her sheer tenacity and courage.  Here's to the start of a new journey Abby Jo FitzPatrick...for you as a high schooler...for your Dad and I as PARENTS of a high schooler!  Wow, I feel old already!
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 01/01/2011
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Daniel 08/12/2010
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Last January, Daniel Sims, a friend of ours from church, came to us and told us of his plan to hike the Appalachian Trail, and that he would like to do it in honor of Abby.  Honestly, I didn't really get it - -  Guess I just never thought about what that entailed, what kind of an undertaking hiking the AT actually was and truly, didn't even know where it started and stopped.  Life is crazy - before I knew it, 3 months had gone by and he was leaving to hike. 
I have thought of him, followed his progress, prayed for his safety in the time since he has been gone, and I have once again been amazed at the love showered upon Abby and our family.  He has not been far from my thoughts since he left, and his endeavor has raised more than $1800 to help defray the cost of medical bills - more specifically, the cost of travel to Cleveland.  It paid for almost all of our stay in May and most of air fare, and it will help us fund the trip for surgery again at the end of the year.

I have kept up with his progress, not only through his website and FB posts but through his Mom and Dad, who are dear friends and awesome parents :)  Today though, Daniel called and I got to hear his voice - I was totally unprepared for the emotion that has been with me all day since..  I am just at a loss for words at how what he has undertaken as a dream of his to be fulfilled as well as his desire to help Abby and raise awareness for all folks affected by this disease has impacted me.  I think that each of us has a dream - a goal or goals or something that we want to experience in life but are hampered by many things, the greatest of which I believe is fear - fear of failure, fear of realizing a dream that doesn't meet our expectations; fear of condemnation for doing something not worthwhile or frivolous - whatever it is - its all fear.  I was struck today at how proud I am to call Daniel my friend - it takes a great deal of courage to do what he is doing - - not to mention strength and stamina - its 2100 miles of walking! (not being the adventuresome sort -  -  I WILL say that I do not share his dream of that walk!)  Anyway, Daniel - I came away today with maybe a little moer courage to pursue my lifelong dream too  - you have inspired me and inspired Abby and impacted us both.  Thank you for being you, and for being willing to share your journey with us.  We love you more than you can ever know.  Safe travel, my friend.
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1500+ lbs of blueberries, 400+ Prayerz for Abby Shirts and ....700+ MILES HIKED ON THE APPALACHIAN TRAIL! 06/14/2010
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Actually, if you count both Daniel and Kooper's steps, its 1400+ miles along the AT.   That is incredible!  Thanks so very much to all who have donated, and all who are following Daniel and Kooper as they make the trek of a lifetime!

There are now more than 400 Prayerz for Abby shirts being worn.  Abby said its strange to see folks wearing them that she doesn't know - in a store, on the street, at the lake.  Pretty powerful - thanks Whitney, they are great!

Saturday was spent handing out blueberries.  The BigStufBlueberry Sale of 2010 was a huge success!  The blueberries are delicious, and it was a great way to raise funds for the teens for camp - Thanks to all who participated and A HUGE THANKS to Tracy Sims - she not only tirelessly organized the sale, spent all day in the heat working with the kids, but I am afraid that she even probably won the coveted spot of most BB sold:)  Had to have a separate delivery location in the Hampton area just for her sales!  The teens are so blessed to have her as one of their fearless leaders :)

Monday - back to reality.  4 doc appts this week, crazy week at work and infusion today and tomorrow.  Have been listening to a message series at church about Rest in the midst of Busyness.  Its been enlightening...but found myself laughing more than once today in the midst of not just busyness, but utter chaos, at the fact that God most definitely has a sense of humor......I think I have it under control - everyone where they are supposed to be ....schedule on course....and wham - it all falls apart.  Today I laugh at it...tomorrow It may not be so amusing :) 

Abby had a great weekend doing all fun summer normal 13 year old activities....lots of hanging out with friends at the pool; first trip on the boat and WOO HOO....very minimal nausea!  What a huge difference from the last 2 years!!!  Makes those Cleveland trips (even on United Air Lines!!) so worth it.  She was able to think about and concentrate on, of all things, a BRICK to take her mind off the nausea.  She said she chose a brick because there is nothing about a brick that can make her queasy.  Apparently her cousin, Chrissy, though, was able to come up with some kind of correlation between a brick and how it can be associated with something gross to cause nausea  - I wasn't privvy to that conversation but am thinking that Abby may need to come up with another inanimate object to think about on the next boat ride and NOT tell her cousin what it is!  Anyway, Abby made the about 10 min. ride to the cove to swim then back again later, mostly nausea free.   concentrate on...of all things...a brick



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June 7, 2010 06/07/2010
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 Abby and I got home from Cleveland on Saturday night about 7:30.  We really have the worst luck with travel!  Since the flight was cancelled Tuesday due to weather, we didn't arrive in Cleveland until Wednesday, so scopes were moved to Friday.  We were scheduled to fly out at 7 on Friday night which shouldn't have been a problem, but the operating room was running 3 hours behind, so Abby didn't even go back til 2:30.  Needless to say, we didn't make our flight, and United decided that we could take a later flight but would charge us $300 + in fees to change....even though they were the reason we didn't make it to our destination when we were supposed to!  Ended up renting a one way car and driving to Akron and flying out on Saturday on Air Tran, which was cheaper than the change fee on United, and a straight through flight too.

These docs are great and very sensitive to the fact that we fly to see them.  As a result, they pack as much in as possible which leads to information overload on my part.  But it was a good trip,and this is the quick synopsis:

Autonomic clinic was good on Thursday.  Made several med changes and changed/put in place protocol to increase when under stress or symptomatic.  Endoscopy and colonoscopy were good but stomCh very red and irritated.  Dr Mrs. C sent biopsies out.  Will have results by end oft this week.  Changed how and when we use C tube to see if we can have better control and stop tube from leaking from pressure of stool.  If biopsies are ok, then back in 4 months.. If not, then we will come back before school starts to handle stomach issues.  He also ordered PT or a trainer at gym. She had had significant muscle loss in legs.. Ordered coq10 levels as he is sure they are low as well.  They were drawn in OR w other labs.  We need to follow up with Dr. Vidya on the endocrine issues.  Lots of diet changes to smaller more frequent meals that I need to work on.  Both Dr. C's spoke at length with Abby about listening to her body and adjusting medications as needed when she is under stress or when she feels lightheade and weak from blood pressure changes and begins havng "episodes." 

There was a lot of information packed into a short window of time, with a good deal for us to think about, but it was a great visit, and much was accomplished.  Abby likes them both very, very much and trusts them.  Its a good relationship and even with the travel woes, she still says that she does not want to go anywhere else.

Thanks for the emails, phone calls, thoughts and prayers.  We appreciate them so much.  More later.

Love, Lauren
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June 7, 2010 06/07/2010
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36 hours without food....finally..a trip to Bob Evans!
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May 31, 2010 06/01/2010
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May 31, 2010 06/01/2010
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Ok, so I am not so great at keeping up with posts...or updates....Not sure where the last 3 months have gone, but they have flown by.  Happy Memorial Day to all.  It marks the start of summer; the end of another school year, looking forward to Seth and Abby moving on to the next grade.  It begins our favorite time of the year as a family - lake season.  We pack up the car and head to Cushing Park on Friday nights, and reluctantly come back home on Sunday afternoon.  Every Monday Seth begins asking how many nights we get to stay there and starts vying to eek another night out of it. He loves it there, has grown up there and so has Abby.  Many wonderful family memories have been made, many new friends, lots of smores, grilling on, yes, CHARCOAL!

We joined the park in 2002 - the year after Jack passed away.  Kevin and I agreed that we needed something new; something that we had not done before with Jack.  As Memorial Day weekend approaches each year, I find myself looking forward to the summer ahead with Seth, Abby and Kevin, but also drawn back to Memorial Day weekend, 2001.  As Memorial Day approached that year, Jack went into heart failure - was admitted to ICU...the shock and desperation floods back like it was yesterday.  I remember the spot I was standing outside of Egleston Hospital when I called my friend Anne to get Jack's mito doc's telephone number in Cleveland; telling her that he was critical  - - - and how surreal it sounded on the phone.  The days passed; family members arrived from all over the country; my dear friend Barbara arranging a Make a Wish Party and the local chapter pulling it together in 24 hours....the phone call from the Red Power Ranger.  Every summer since then, memories come throughout - the days marked by uncontrollable pain; the infections; the electric wheelchair that he HATED but Abby loved.....there are still knicks in the walls from that !  All the memories grow throughout each summer, and end when summer ends - Labor Day weekend, when he left us.  I get squirrelly every year at this time... I know its coming, and I can do little to stop it.  It's actually kind of frustrating - not being able to get a grip after all this time.  I have always hated conflicting emotions - I am ok being sad, or angry or joyful or happy - I am not ok being more than one of them at once.  And that is what happens each year - I am excited for Seth and Abby as they finish their school year and have their celebrations and look forward to their vacation, but I cannot reconcile the fact that they have both now surpassed in age their older brother.  This year, I have thought not only of Jack and those moments with him that I will forever cherish, as well as the ones that I wish I could banish forever, but of Dr. Patty.  She was with us through it all and I still cannot believe she is gone.  I really hope that she and Jack roasted some marshmallows and ate some smores together this weekend.

Tomorrow Abby and I leave for Cleveland again.  She will have some testing done on Wednesday, and see the autonomic docs on Thursday, and hopefully the surgeon too so that we can fix her C tube.  She is hoping that Dr. Mr. C can help her with her sleep issues again, and that the blood pressure that keeps dropping way too low can be dealt with, and that her favorite surgeon can stop her c-tube from leaking, so that when she starts her accelerated classes in 8th grade in August, she won't miss school.  Nothing makes her madder than when she has to miss school!  We were considering driving, but have decided to fly instead.  I was really not wanting to go; was feeling like it is a bit futile, then Tracy reminded me that last year at this time, we could not even have begun to consider driving to Cleveland because of the nausea and pain...and that is  SO much better now, and all we can contribute it to are our many trips to Cleveland.  So, I have a new perspective and travelling to Rainbow Babies doesn't seem so bad now!  Praying that these trips continue to improve the pain and nausea, which is much more sporadic now, and that they will help with the new symptoms that have arisen, and that we get to spend the next 2 months adding to the good summer memories, before beginning an 8th grade year of close to perfect attendance

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In search of the elusive Normal 02/24/2010
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In many ways its hard to believe that today marks 4 weeks since we returned from Cleveland, and 5 weeks since Abby’s surgery.  Seems like its lasted a lifetime, or at least its been filled with enough of a rollercoaster ride of emotions to last a lifetime. 

We were ecstatic at how the C tube worked when in Cleveland and even after we got home ... for a few days.  Then Abby got a nasty stomach bug that, coupled with the stress on her body of the travel and surgery (or that is what we thought anyway) knocked her for a loop.  She was exhausted - we have never seen her sleep like she has.  She perked up some, but is still not back to baseline.  After she got through the stomach virus, we started using the tube again.  The first night we used it and ran the fluid through it (not even 4 ounces), the pressure from the fluid pushed the tube out about 4 inches from her skin.  We woke the surgeon up at 1:30 in the morning that night, and he said that the tube was long and it would be ok, but that there must be pressure (or a blockage) causing a back pressure to push the tube out. ... so we should slow it down.  Since it was 4 oz. over a 3 hour period run by gravity, well, I am no rocket scientist, but how the heak much slower does it need to go in? He told us to call GI that Monday.  We called GI - they ordered an xray to make sure the tube was in place.  The tube was in place, but her colon had backed up with stool again.   She, and we, were discouraged.  They told us to try a run of golytely (colon prep that most people drink before surgery) through the tube to melt the stool.  It took us 5 days to get through the gallon because we couldn’t get it in there because of the blockage.  Since then, when we use the tube, it backs up still.

While we are still trying to figure out the tube, she began saying that her throat was sore - it would come and go; then complaining that she thought she had another UTI. And did we mention that she is absolutely exhausted?  She is sleeping 13 to 14 to sometimes 15 hours a day.  Last week was winter break and I was hoping she would “catch up” on some sleep and just regain some strength.  But, she went back to school on Monday (she left early to go see Dr. V. who confirmed the UTI) and by late Monday afternoon was asking if she could get fluids, but go to school with them because she is sick of feeling crappy and sick of missing school... The nurse came yesterday and we accessed her port and ran fluids until this morning.  It perked her up some, again, and she went to school today, but came home absolutely exhausted.  I asked her if she wanted to go pick Seth up with me from Tae kwon Do and go get dinner out and she said no, that she thought that she just needs to lay low until her IVIG infusion on Monday and Tuesday.

I have said before that I can somehow rationalize my “something is not quite right”  feelings when its only me that sees something wrong - I am able to minimize the concern as being reactionary (or over reactionary, I guess). I start to get more concerned when someone else mentions something that affirms my “something is not quite right” feelings; when Kevin mentions it along with someone else AND I have those uh oh feelings, I begin to take notice.  I wonder why that is?  After all these years, why do I constantly second guess myself when it comes to my childrens’ health?  Hindsight is 20/20, always, but it seems like I would learn that I do know Abby, and Jack, and Seth - that I am their Mom and minimizing what I see as over reacting on my part does them no good at all.  Well, over the weekend a friend,who had spent some time with Abby that day, texted me and asked if she was alright - she just wasn’t herself...very quiet, tired.  Since Abby has become the queen of hiding her symptoms and health issues when she is anywhere but at home, I took notice, as did Kevin and we became very concerned.

The only thing that we knew for sure is that IVIG does not carry the “punch” that it used to for her, and we have a new nurse and a new supplier.  When we started looking at the last several months, and especially since surgery (actually, right before surgery) her “mito” symptoms - fatigue, fogginess, muscle aches, reallllyyy slow motility - have all worsened significantly.  We could rationalize that the stress of the surgery had worsened everything, which is classic “mito,” but she had a UTI prior to the surgery, and has now been “sick” (stomach bug, sore throat, another UTI) more in the last 6 weeks than she has been in the total of the last 18 months.  I had checked and double checked that the manufacturer of the IVIG was the same when the supplier changed, and that the strength and volume was the same.  We have double checked and re-checked the rate with the flow chart that we have for the administration of the IVIG.  So, on Monday morning, I sat down with a calculator, knowing her weight (which home health also knows as they ask for it 2 times each infusion period - once by the nurse and once by the company when they call to confirm the next shipment), and knowing her dose is 2 grams per KG, and knowing what her rates of administration are per hour, to try and figure out if the medicine is being given too quickly, and to be sure, again, that the drug is the same as it has always been - brand, volume, manufacturer. 

The results were not good; after speaking with the pharmacist at the home health company at length, it appears that a mistake was made more than a year ago with her orders.  When Dr. Sladky (who is no longer at CHOA - we began seeing a new neuro in his office shortly before this debacle began) ordered the IVIG in May of 2008, he ordered it at 2 grams/KG, which is the dose that we discussed, and the highest normally given for IVIG.  The best that can be figured out by the pharmacist, is that when the IVIG was ordered at 2 g/kg, the hh company decided it was too difficult to figure out or something, and called the nurse in Dr. Sladky’s office for clarification.  Dr. Sladky’s office told hh that at her weight, she would get 35 grams per day, times 2 days.  Six months later, when we had to get the IVIG re-approved through insurance, the insurance person at the hh company decided to “help” the doctor out so that the orders could be put through quickly.  By this time, Dr. Patty had left the practice and was not Abby’s pediatrician anymore, and Dr. Sladky was gone.  The insurance person at the hh company re-wrote the orders, not at 2 grams per kg, but at 35 grams, which was based on a weight that was easily 10 lbs less than what Abby actually weighed at the time.  The new neurologist’s office obviously didn’t check the chart, signed off on the orders, and voila - Abby’s permanent dose of IVIG became significantly lower than the required dose.  In December of 2008, we saw Dr. Patty’s colleague and told him that the IVIG wasn’t working as well as it had been.  The administration of the IVIG was then moved from every 4 weeks to every 3 weeks.  No one - neurologist’s office, home health, pediatrician....or me, caught that it was not being given at 2 grams/kg.  In fact, I have never seen the IVIG orders since Dr. Sladky’s were written in May of 2008, which I have a copy of.  Another valuable lesson learned... at the expense of Abby.
By February and March of 2009, she was really having difficulties - horrible, chronic nausea - poor motility - she missed almost all of the 2nd half of her 6th grade year.  After being hospitalized in Atlanta, Dr. Vidya (thank goodness for her - I just love that woman!) contacted the Chelimsky’s in Cleveland and we were sent there in March of last year, which easily ranks up there with one of the best things that has happened - if we try and find a silver lining to all of this.  Then we left Cleveland, went to Boston - not once but twice, where it was determined that something was wrong (what a realization .....yes, that is sarcasm you hear...) but they weren’t quite sure what because it was variable (when I looked at the dates of the IVIG infusions that she had, compared to the dates that she was in Boston - well, that is the variable - just not enough of the IVIG).  The treatments put in place in Cleveland helped tremendously with the morning nausea, and over a period of time and with numerous adjustments, with the daily nausea, but motility continues to be a problem - and she never quite “feels” well - even after IVIG infusions.  She feels better - more “normal” she says, than at other times of the 3 week period, but it wears off quickly and never feels as good as she used to.  The poor motility, that had been “variable” in Boston, is now out of control and the only choice we have is to put in a C tube.  Interestingly enough, she gets her IVIG infusion (at Dr. V’s insistence) 5 days before her surgery.  She has surgery, and we use the C tube less than 1 week after her IVIG infusion and it works great; we use it every day and every day the tube has a little less success.  She has IVIG 2 weeks after we return from Cleveland, and within 24 hours, the tube is working again - but stops working (and still is not) a week after that infusion. She is due for her next IVIG on Monday and Tuesday.

The screw up in orders happened in September of 2008 - and I guess I maybe could understand it happening once - maybe.   We got authorization again in September of 2009.  Again, hh wrote the orders, sent them to the doctor, and again, they were signed off on...despite the fact that every 3 weeks we gave hh a list of meds that Abby takes, which included IVIG at 2g/kg; despite the fact that every time we saw our neuro (who signed off on the orders) we gave a new med list which listed IVIG at 2g/kg....despite the fact that since Sept. Of 2008 we have begged our neuro for help with Abby’s worsening symptoms; we have regularly updated the hh company with her situation, and no one looked.  Last December, when we changed insurance companies, we had conference call after conference call with home health, with the neuro’s office - we sent med lists, we gave weights - splashed across everything was IVIG - 2 grams a kg....Twice in the last year, Dr. Mr. C., Abby’s neuro/autonomic doc in Cleveland has specifically asked us if there has been a change in IVIG dosing or brand - we checked and double checked, and said “no.”

Dr. Vidya wrote orders on Monday, correctly.  Abby’s infusion on Monday will contain the correct amount of medication, which is now a full 35% more medication than she has been getting - I asked the hh company why they asked for weights twice every 3 weeks - their answer?  Just because we like to have it....I asked how it was possible that the orders were misinterpreted - that they weren’t double checked....the written order is 2grams a kg in May of 2008; a verbal conversation between a nurse in the doctor’s office and someone at home health translated the dose for that month to 35 grams - and the written order was never looked at again.

My head has gone to places that it need not go over the last 2 days.  The optimistic side of me has only 1 thing to offer - that at least now maybe she will feel better.  The other side of me has second guessed everything... absolutely everything.  How could I have missed this?  I have two friends that are moms of mito kids - over the years I read and read and read about how one of them knew about fluid overload and volume and diuretics and her child’s IVIG infusion and I never really understood how she figured it all out - and I guess I just thought I didn’t need to know as long as the brand or volume didn’t change.  My other friend took painstaking, amazing care of her two boys who required much more in the way of IV meds than Abby gets, and I have read her emails and listened to her for years too - and she always knew the dosing and what they were getting.  In hindsight, I am reasonably sure that neither one of these friends made the assumption when meds came into the home to be administered by a nurse or themselves via a central line, that the meds were correct without calculating it themselves,  which is exactly what I have done for the last 18 months.  I think about the cost to Abby - the moments of sadness and desperation that she has had in the last 18 months - how upset she was about the school she missed; how disconnected she has felt from friends and life. I think about this C tube and I wonder if she ever would have needed it had she gotten the medicine she was supposed to.  The image of her screaming in pain and nausea while we waited for an ambulance to come while pulled off to the side of the road in Roswell because we couldn’t get home - and watching her tear clumps of her hair out because of the pain. Then being admitted to the hospital here, having the episode pass, and listening to the cocky gi doc on service tell me that its not that bad and that I am “projecting Jack’s disease severity and outcome onto Abby” - and the helplessness we all felt.  And no, the darkness doesn’t stop there - in my head, its kept going...what did I miss with Jack?  Would he still be here if I had caught that one thing that could’ve saved him?  Months of stress and desperation are culminating here - I have watched Abby steadily lose ground - when she hurts, I hurt - I have learned to hate this disease - how it subtly worms its way in and its so subtle that you almost don’t realize how different, how much deterioration there has been, until you see a picture from “before” or have a flicker of a memory of a time when there was no need for IV D5 on standing order, or a nightly regimen of c tube cleanout or when it wasn’t a 10 minute ordeal for her to swallow her 18 different meds at night - or when she was tired it was because she played hard, and we didn’t run for the bp cuff and sugar meter, or when partial tpn feeds weren’t looming on the horizon.  I think about how managing this disease from a financial /insurance standpoint has taken so much time and effort that I feel robbed of being her mom and Seth’s mom and how the “business” of healthcare has totally overshadowed day to day medical care - when an insurance person at a home health agency can write an order and that can be acceptable...and a physician will sign it and that can be acceptable...and all the med lists and reviews are never looked at by the pharmacist...because why?  Because they are too busy getting insurance approvals and referrals and seeing a patient every 20 minutes to meet their quota...and how no one is ever accountable.  I think about the pharmacist at Humana who “decided” - against the physician’s recommendation, that the quantity limit on nausea medicaiton should not be lifted in Abby’s situation, and how my friend is in the exact same situation today and is suffering because a pharmacist is making that same decision for her for the same reason - and I wonder if there will ever be room again in the health care system as a whole for a doctor to be a doctor and for a patient and their physician to have a care plan that isn’t reliant on and driven by the insurance industry.  Someone told me recently that, in this world, there is a cost for everything - each decision we make with respect to the use of our time, or where we work or how we parent, has a cost.  For example, if I take a job that pays more, but is 20 minutes further away, I make more money but lose 40 minutes with my family; if I feel like Seth needs more time with friends or in an organized activity, then I give up that time in some other area - Most families make those decisions on a daily basis without much thought.  Today I have thought about the cost of healthcare - not in numbers, but in time - the time I have wasted on claims and letters and appeals trying to coerce the system into taking the best care possible of my children - fighting the mountain of red tape and paperwork, and what is left to give to those I love is not quality time, but time when I am exhausted, frustrated - and all that energy has been so misplaced.  Necessary, I guess, but misplaced.  The point my friend was making to me about everything having a “cost” was that rather than letting circumstances drive me, that if I could somehow decide what is important, put into words what matters - a mission statement kind of, then maybe we could turn it around and let everything align with what we believe the most strongly in - let that drive the circumstances, then maybe we could have more of a say in the cost of those decisions for our lives.  Not sure how well I am explaining this, but it made sense when I heard it and today it makes much more sense.  I know longer choose to be driven by insurance and claims and approvals and appeals, and instead choose to spend time - precious, unpredictable time - with the people that matter, watching out for things that matter to me - and letting the other stuff fall below in the priority of things, where it all belongs.

And, because I am many things, but pessimistic by nature is not one of them, all of my dark thoughts and anger and self analysis and second guessing slowly turns toward the 180 degree mark, and I realize that I believe in a sovereign God - who knew before the dawn of time that on 9/2/01, He would call Jack home; who knew that Abby would suffer, and that she would receive the wrong dose of medication, and that I wouldn’t catch it, and that He chose me to be their mom anyway.  Many would argue that this is a cop out - that God doesn’t cause these things to happen and we have control and responsibility.  Not sure where I fall in that argument, but I do know what I believe and although I do not understand it, and although I would most likely try and do it differently if I were God, He is able to stop it and has chosen for whatever reason not to - He has chosen up until now anyway, not to rid Abby of this disease, or heal Jack on earth, or spare Seth the pain that he is dealing with now, and that whether or not I catch the medication mistake or parent perfectly really has not all that much to do with me and a lot to do with Him.  Nothing that I can explain or put into words, but I know He is in control and when the day is over, I am grateful that He is and I am not and that I trust that His heart is good - - - - and that he loves Jack and Abby and Seth at least as much as I do and probably, since He is not limited by a human brain like mine, a lot more. 

I have wasted a good deal of time trying to capture some normalcy in our lives - to try and take our home’s craziness and fit it into someone else’s definition of normal (which is actually probably craziness as well, they just don’t know its not normal :)Tracy told me the other day that “normal is a setting on the clothes dryer...”  Tonight I heard her voice in my head, saying those words, as I was putting a load of laundry from the washer into the dryer and I started laughing, by myself, in my kitchen because when I put my dryer (which is on its very last leg...) on the normal setting and start it, it squeals horribly.  It struck me that she is right - normal is a setting on the dryer, and even that is different for each of us.  When I try and get “normal” on my dryer, the noise is so unbearable that I have to shut it off - like fingernails on a chalkboard x 50.  When I put it on the gentle/delicate setting, it still squeaks but not nearly as loudly or offensively.  On the gentle setting, it takes much much longer to get dry clothes but in the end they have a lot less wrinkles....Since I hate to iron, I have decided anew tonight to not worry about how long it takes for the clothes to dry and to find something awesome to do with the extra time I have while waiting for the dryer to finish - Since Abby is not feeling well, she is up - since the dryer is still drying, we are going to work on a puzzle together - a cool 1500 piece one we found in Cleveland.  When its done, we have decided to glue it and frame it and hang it downstairs on the wall.  I am assuming that “normal” families 12 year olds are asleep now  -its almost midnight on a school night.  In the home where our normal is the gentle cycle on the dryer - my 12 year old isn’t asleep on a school night, we will both start our days tomorrow sleep deprived and tired, but we get to enjoy some precious time talking, putting together a puzzle while listening to the squeak of the dryer :) On Monday, she will have her infusion, with the correct dose of medication.  I pray that once she has it, she will feel incredible and sleep wonderfully once again - then I get to add the not so normal midnight puzzle making session to the treasure trove of unexpected beautiful memories that have been created in our not so normal life - moments that have been given us in which to create memories and moments that are all the sweeter as we realize that there are things that this disease cannot take away.

Thanks for listening to me ramble  - thanks for your kindness, friendship and for walking this road with us.  And thanks for not expecting normal...you most definitely won’t find it here.

Love, Lauren

The song playing when you get to this page is by Chris Rice - lyrics are below - Hope you enjoy it.

Life Means So Much  
Every day is a journal page
Every man holds a quill and ink
And there's plenty of room for writing in
All we do is believe and think
So will you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessing
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketching
Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much


Every day is a bank account
And time is our currency
So nobody's rich, nobody's poor
We get 24 hours each
So how are you gonna spend
Will you invest, or squander
Try to get ahead
Or help someone who's under


Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much
Life means so much
Life means so much


Has anybody ever lived who knew the value of a life
And don't you think giving is all
What proves the worth of yours and mine


Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much


Every day is a gift you've been given
Make the most of the time every minute you're living


 

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