Being educated about Livia's syndrome is something I am confident to say, we are educated. We have prepared ourselves in knowing what to expect. Or, what the books say will happen to her. This knowledge is stored away, and not focused upon. One of the things that gave me some peace when we received her diagnosis was, we were told that when "changes" occur with Liv, or life altering situations arise, they won't just all of a sudden happen and we will have to make big adjustments. They will be gradual, and we will be able to be prepared. I thought I was prepared. I mean, I knew and had mentally gave myself pep talk after pep talk that we can do this, and we will do what it takes to give her the best care and keep her comfortable and safe.
I must have needed one more pep talk.
Two weeks ago I received a phone call from Livia's school. I missed the call but heard the voice mail. I needed to call the school as soon as possible, and that Livia was ok, they just needed to talk. I called back right away and got her teacher. She explained to me, calmly, that she was pretty sure she had just witnessed Livia having 2 seizures back to back. She described them like a "pee shiver" all over her body with about 15 seconds of unresponsiveness afterwards. Twice. No pep talk could prepare me to actually hear those words. The rug was pulled out from under me and my mind started to race. What is she feeling, how long have these really been going on, is she in pain, is it really true, is this causing faster digression, I need to get to her, I don't know anything about seizures, call the Dr., and pray. I felt completely out of control and nervous. The teacher, Thank GOD, was so calm and knew what she was dealing with. She is educated in special needs and has dealt with seizures. I trust her 100%. The school nurse was involved at this time, and she was a previous ER nurse. I still needed to get my girl. After our phone call ended I immediately called Livia's geneticist. I explained what was going on. I had to wait for a phone call back from them as to what we needed to do. In the mean time I called Jake and told him what was going on. He left his school and went and picked Liv up and brought her home. We just needed to be together. Calls to family were made. Liv was fine that afternoon, and thank goodness for a random trip to the grocery store and running into amazing friends that told us to just come over. The kids played, we were distracted, and they fed us. It was just what we needed. To be taken care of.
The next day, Jake and I decided to send Livia to school. We both felt like she was in better hands with her teacher and school nurse. They knew seizures better than we did, and knew what to do. I needed to keep our schedule as routine as possible. That morning, I heard back from the geneticist that Livia needed to be seen by a neurologist, but can't be seen until 6/17. Not cool. That afternoon I got another call from Livia's teacher that she saw 2 more seizures. This was Thursday, Monday was a holiday. I knew nothing more was going to get done in regards to getting her seen in Chicago right away. I had to have faith and just be calm. Livia's nurse practitioner, here, had given me her personal cell phone. She told me awhile ago to just call her if I needed anything, or just to talk. I decided to call her on Friday to tell her what was going on. She agreed that waiting until 6/17 was uncalled for and she would be making phone calls first thing Tuesday morning. Sure enough, I heard back from Liv's NP late Tuesday morning and she got an EEG scheduled for Liv on Thursday. If the EEG showed something, the thought was, her appointment would be moved up. However, the neurologist in Chicago heard what was going on and called me on Wednesday that he wanted to see Livia after her EEG and he would squeeze us in. THANK YOU!!!!!!! We had to keep Livia up until midnight on Wed. evening, and wake her at 4am. They wanted her sleep deprived for the EEG. Ideally, they want a child to fall asleep, but Liv did not. Really not a big deal, she was relaxed and calm during the test.
Sure enough........
The EEG did not show a seizure while we were there, but it did show something called "slowing." This is what occurs after you have a seizure. So, with Livia's teacher's description of what she had seen 2 days in a row, and with the "slowing." The conclusion is that Livia is having seizures. The neurologist gave me 3 different options for medication. I was so nervous about this. 2 of the medications cause irritability. This immediately sent me into a tail spin of emotions, and the tears flowed. I expressed to him how I didn't want a medication to change who Livia is. I explained to him that children with MPS are typically not happy kids. Behavior is usually an issue. I then, through my tears, told him that Livia does not have this typical MPS behavior. I told him that Liv is so loving, laid back, and social. I didn't want that to change. Then something amazing happened. He shared a personal story with me that I will forever remember and find so much comfort in.
He started to tear up.
He said "I can see that Livia is a very pleasant child. I can see your concern about these medications and agree that, by your reaction, these medications are not the right choice. Let's try this other very safe, low side effect med. I want to share something with you about a former colleague. This women was a neurologist that contracted something that changed her cognitive function in a severe way. She lost the ability to pretty much do anything. She could not practice medicine anymore and depended heavily on others for care. She was in attendance at a review of her peers. She was asked to draw a simple picture of a bicycle. She could not perform the task. Here, a women with her Ph.D in physics, could simply not do it. However, she was still pleasant to be around. Her soul remained, who she was did not change. Livia's soul will never change."
Amazing.
I wanted to jump out of my chair and hug him right then and there, but I didn't seeing as this was only our first time meeting. I did thank him for sharing that story with me. Learning that your child is having seizures is scary, but receiving an assurance that who she is will always remain, that is peace.
Don't forget to read part 2~
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
I don't believe in coincidence, I believe in God {part 2}
My very good friend Ed asked me yesterday if I'd ever heard the saying "coincidence is an insult to God."? I hadn't, but it makes perfect sense.
“Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.”
― Albert Einstein
This post is for you, Ed. God knew exactly what He was doing when He put you in my life. Thank you for all you do, the guidance you provide, the miles, and the friendship you show me!
God keeps showing up. He's showing up in friendships, finances, marriage, my kids, and situations. I'm at a point where I know I have responsibility, but I also believe so much in God' will. Things happen for a reason. Here's a great example of God showing up.
We've known for about a year and a half that Livia needs hearing aids. Every natural history visit we made to the University of Minnesota, they did a test called an ABR (automated brainstem response). This is the most accurate way of testing hearing, because it's done under anesthesia and they test her brainstem which is where the nerves are that react to sound. Each visit, the test's results got a little worse. Hearing aids will help keep her brain stimulated which will improve her quality of life. I inquired a long time ago with our local audiologist about hearing aids and the cost. I knew it was going to cost thousands of dollars and I was overwhelmed about this. After the last visit to MN, I called the audiology dept again to try to get more info (maybe the cost had gone down). I had to leave a message, and it turned into a phone tag type situation. To be completely honest, it was me not being diligent returning the calls due to my hesitation about the cost. Pretty selfish on my part. The Friday after Livia's neurologist apt in Chicago, I decided to keep her home from school. It was her last day, anyway, and she needed to catch up on sleep. She did sleep in, and she ate a late breakfast. During her breakfast, we were sitting at the table and the house was quiet. She was so happy and so engaged with me. We were talking, singing, and just being in the moment together. All of a sudden, something came over me that I needed to just do everything I could to give her the best life possible. I truly believe this was God telling me to just go with it, and He will provide. Right then and there, I picked up the phone and called the audiology dept. I got right through to the audiology office coordinator and explained who I was and that my daughter is Livia Hubert. She said "oh yeah, I know you." Really! She explained that she was the one I was playing phone tag with, and that I had sent her an email with previous ABR results of Liv's. In my signature of my emails I include our website and blog. She had gone to the website and read up on my blog. She knew about Livia's situation and enjoyed reading this blog. I thanked her for taking the time to read. I explained that I really needed to get the process started for hearing aids, and what do I need to do.
God showed up.
She said, "Well, you really couldn't have called at a better time. One of the Dr.'s in our office is in the process of changing hear aid companies and she has one spot left in a trial, and the children that participate in this trial get FREE hearing aids." NO WAY........I think my heart stopped for a moment and of course my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. I had hesitated so much in making that phone call. Jake would gently remind me that I really needed to call. He would ask me randomly if I'd ever made that connection with audiology. I always came up with an excuse.
Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
God is showing up and I'm gaining so much peace and strength from that. I don't understand why Livia has such a terrible disorder, but God is showing up in her. Having Livia has saved my life. I pray for her healing all the time. I want so bad to have a conversation with her. I never ever want her to hurt. This journey is going to be hard and sad, but because of her, I'm the one getting healed. I'm LIVing life because of her, and it really is good.
“Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.”
― Albert Einstein
This post is for you, Ed. God knew exactly what He was doing when He put you in my life. Thank you for all you do, the guidance you provide, the miles, and the friendship you show me!
God keeps showing up. He's showing up in friendships, finances, marriage, my kids, and situations. I'm at a point where I know I have responsibility, but I also believe so much in God' will. Things happen for a reason. Here's a great example of God showing up.
We've known for about a year and a half that Livia needs hearing aids. Every natural history visit we made to the University of Minnesota, they did a test called an ABR (automated brainstem response). This is the most accurate way of testing hearing, because it's done under anesthesia and they test her brainstem which is where the nerves are that react to sound. Each visit, the test's results got a little worse. Hearing aids will help keep her brain stimulated which will improve her quality of life. I inquired a long time ago with our local audiologist about hearing aids and the cost. I knew it was going to cost thousands of dollars and I was overwhelmed about this. After the last visit to MN, I called the audiology dept again to try to get more info (maybe the cost had gone down). I had to leave a message, and it turned into a phone tag type situation. To be completely honest, it was me not being diligent returning the calls due to my hesitation about the cost. Pretty selfish on my part. The Friday after Livia's neurologist apt in Chicago, I decided to keep her home from school. It was her last day, anyway, and she needed to catch up on sleep. She did sleep in, and she ate a late breakfast. During her breakfast, we were sitting at the table and the house was quiet. She was so happy and so engaged with me. We were talking, singing, and just being in the moment together. All of a sudden, something came over me that I needed to just do everything I could to give her the best life possible. I truly believe this was God telling me to just go with it, and He will provide. Right then and there, I picked up the phone and called the audiology dept. I got right through to the audiology office coordinator and explained who I was and that my daughter is Livia Hubert. She said "oh yeah, I know you." Really! She explained that she was the one I was playing phone tag with, and that I had sent her an email with previous ABR results of Liv's. In my signature of my emails I include our website and blog. She had gone to the website and read up on my blog. She knew about Livia's situation and enjoyed reading this blog. I thanked her for taking the time to read. I explained that I really needed to get the process started for hearing aids, and what do I need to do.
God showed up.
She said, "Well, you really couldn't have called at a better time. One of the Dr.'s in our office is in the process of changing hear aid companies and she has one spot left in a trial, and the children that participate in this trial get FREE hearing aids." NO WAY........I think my heart stopped for a moment and of course my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. I had hesitated so much in making that phone call. Jake would gently remind me that I really needed to call. He would ask me randomly if I'd ever made that connection with audiology. I always came up with an excuse.
Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
God is showing up and I'm gaining so much peace and strength from that. I don't understand why Livia has such a terrible disorder, but God is showing up in her. Having Livia has saved my life. I pray for her healing all the time. I want so bad to have a conversation with her. I never ever want her to hurt. This journey is going to be hard and sad, but because of her, I'm the one getting healed. I'm LIVing life because of her, and it really is good.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Dig in.
My house is calm and quiet this afternoon. Finley is asleep on the couch, which rarely happens. It's been a fun and busy week of birthday celebrations, special days at school, field trips, and warm days to play outside. Today, we went on a field trip with Livia's class to a zoo in Madison, WI.
Returning home, I carefully placed sleeping Finley on the couch. My 4 year old curly-girly, quiet and still. I watched her sleep for a moment. I immediately thanked Him for this child. She is everything. She is my heart.
Livia and I went upstairs, and she pranced into Finley's room. I had a few things to do, but then joined her on Finley's bed. This is her favorite place to just be. I laid down next to her, seeing that she was growing tired. The angles of our bodies fit perfectly together. I was starring into her eyes, quietly singing and talking to her. She says nothing, but stares into my eyes and smiles. Her eye lids grow heavy and she falls asleep. I hold my breath as to not move, and quietly take in this moment. My heart grows heavy, and a lump raises in the back of my throat. I desperately try to hold the tears back, but they start falling in a steady stream. I sniffle, and she wakes. We were in that spot for maybe 10 minutes, but each second felt like a gift.
There is a peace in our home. "Stress" is not a word I find myself using a lot. Livia's care has increased, and there are times I feel overwhelmed, but it does not last. Jake and I have found a balance and are able to support each other in most every situation. We have both grown, a lot! This growth and peace is such a comfort. I'm content, and this feels so good. I'm not trying to make light of our situation with Livia, I guess what I'm trying to confess is that although I'm still (scared, sad, worried, heart-broken) you insert the adjective, I've come to a place in this journey where I'm comfortable and confident. More on a personal level. I'm confident in the quality of life I'm giving my family along with the knowledge of what time, sacrifice, love, truth, WILL, hope, and grace really REALLY look like. A part of me mourn's every day. I'm sure for the rest of my life, something inside of me will be reminded of this season. I'm ok with that. I don't ever want to lose this insight of what really matters. Being ok with; who I am, what we own, what we don't own, who our (beautiful and wonderful) friends are, feeling proud of my children, family, and being ok with those who have chosen not to be there. I'll take it.
I'm anchored in; awake and aware that what Livia is teaching me.....all of us......really is simple. It's to be happy, love each other, and dig in for what we've been given the grace to handle. I don't have it all figured out, and I pray that the day's I have here on earth are filled with intention and purpose. I'm in love with these moments. All of them. Even the hard one's are filled with promise and knowledge.
Dig in, it's worth it!
Returning home, I carefully placed sleeping Finley on the couch. My 4 year old curly-girly, quiet and still. I watched her sleep for a moment. I immediately thanked Him for this child. She is everything. She is my heart.
Livia and I went upstairs, and she pranced into Finley's room. I had a few things to do, but then joined her on Finley's bed. This is her favorite place to just be. I laid down next to her, seeing that she was growing tired. The angles of our bodies fit perfectly together. I was starring into her eyes, quietly singing and talking to her. She says nothing, but stares into my eyes and smiles. Her eye lids grow heavy and she falls asleep. I hold my breath as to not move, and quietly take in this moment. My heart grows heavy, and a lump raises in the back of my throat. I desperately try to hold the tears back, but they start falling in a steady stream. I sniffle, and she wakes. We were in that spot for maybe 10 minutes, but each second felt like a gift.
There is a peace in our home. "Stress" is not a word I find myself using a lot. Livia's care has increased, and there are times I feel overwhelmed, but it does not last. Jake and I have found a balance and are able to support each other in most every situation. We have both grown, a lot! This growth and peace is such a comfort. I'm content, and this feels so good. I'm not trying to make light of our situation with Livia, I guess what I'm trying to confess is that although I'm still (scared, sad, worried, heart-broken) you insert the adjective, I've come to a place in this journey where I'm comfortable and confident. More on a personal level. I'm confident in the quality of life I'm giving my family along with the knowledge of what time, sacrifice, love, truth, WILL, hope, and grace really REALLY look like. A part of me mourn's every day. I'm sure for the rest of my life, something inside of me will be reminded of this season. I'm ok with that. I don't ever want to lose this insight of what really matters. Being ok with; who I am, what we own, what we don't own, who our (beautiful and wonderful) friends are, feeling proud of my children, family, and being ok with those who have chosen not to be there. I'll take it.
I'm anchored in; awake and aware that what Livia is teaching me.....all of us......really is simple. It's to be happy, love each other, and dig in for what we've been given the grace to handle. I don't have it all figured out, and I pray that the day's I have here on earth are filled with intention and purpose. I'm in love with these moments. All of them. Even the hard one's are filled with promise and knowledge.
Dig in, it's worth it!
Thursday, May 2, 2013
My core. My actions.
Love.
"Love is, without a doubt, the basis of everything. Not some abstract, hard-to-fathom kind of love but the day-to-day kind
that everyone knows-the kind of love we feel when we look at our spouse and children,
or even our animals. In its purest and most powerful form,
this love is not jealous or selfish, but unconditional. This is the reality of realities, the incomprehensibly glorious truth of truths that lives and breathes at the core of everything that exists or that will ever exist,
and no remotely accurate understanding of who and what we are can
be achieved by anyone who does not know it,
and embody it in all of their actions."
"Proof of Heaven"
Eben Alexander, M.D.
Friday, April 19, 2013
I have a reason to smile, everyday.
I gave myself permission, the other night, to hold a pity party for one. I was going through a pile of paperwork; sorting junk, mail, file, and other. I came across a piece of paper that came from our last Minnesota visit. Jake and I took Livia the first week in April for her last Natural History Study at the University of Minnesota. This piece of paper came from the developmental portion of the study. It charted each visit giving Livia "an age of function" in each column. Gross motor skills, fine motor skills, language, etc. etc. Each column, each visit, the numbers have declined. These numbers are not what caught my attention. The piece of paper included her diagnosis age, in months. Diagnosis: 29 months of age. This sent me into a downward spiral of sadness mixed with and ounce of anger. I felt sorry for myself that I only got 29 months of a "typical" family. 29 months before my worst nightmare became forever etched in my soul. I was angry that Livia's diagnosis included "terminal." Angry that unbeknownst and unexpectedly, at any moment, looking at my blonde haired beauty, the thought of her funeral flashes through my mind. It makes me physically nauseated and emotionally beaten.
The news we received in Minnesota was very unwelcome. We have educated ourselves about MPS and what Liv may face. Because of this, we are not naive to what we are facing, it's just hearing it out loud. Knowing that these facts are really true to our child's life. Hearing that Livia is digressing faster than what we expected, it's horrifying.
45 months, that's how long we've known these "facts." Just shy of 4 years. We've settled into our "typical." Our life. In the beginning months, I mourned what I wasn't going to have with Livia. I dreamed of softball, girl scouts, music lessons, graduation, her wedding, her children. The majority of these will never happen, and I've excepted that. Knowing what I'm not going to get to experience with her makes me cherish what I do get to experience with her, and Finley, even more. With a nightmare of a diagnosis, I've made the decision to grasp a hold of every single moment, every single accomplishment, and every single experience that we get to have together. Knowing that someday, I will only have days filled with memories, I want to make those memories for the future a comfort. A reassurance that no matter how many "months" we get with Livia, we smiled through them and we made them incredible.
Breathe your loves ones in and find a reason to smile today.
Moments that make me smile, that I want to share with you. xoxoxoxoxo
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| I see you! |
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| Liv lost her second tooth! I pulled it, and it made me cry. |
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| What kid doesn't like to jump on a bed? |
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| Ring around the Rosy with Knuffle Bunny |
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| I have some competition! |
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| Instagram Love |
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
R-Word, or worse................
I'm sure the majority of people that are reading this know me personally, or know someone in my family, or know a friend of a friend that maybe told you a little something about Liv Life or the Hubert family. Hopefully you know why I'm writing this blog. If not, let me give you a very brief explanation and introduce you to Livia. On 7/8/09, then a mere 2 year old sprite, Livia was diagnosed with a terminal, genetic disorder called Sanfilippo Syndrome. Most children do not live past their second decade. She's missing one tiny little enzyme that will result in loss of speech, loss of mobility, seizures, feeding tubes, and one day, take her life.
The syndrome causes significant neurological symptoms, including severe intellectual disability. The medical term for that; Mental retardation.
This is Livia
Livia has a unique way of getting people's attention and holding on. She looks into your soul with happy eyes knowing nothing but joy. She loves contact. Holding Livia was what I was created for and long to do everyday. Livia is a human being full of life.
Early in her diagnosis, my defenses were way up. When we were out in public, and people would stare at her not quite knowing if something was different with her, I would stare back at them. No one ever noticed me staring at them, staring at Liv, but I always hoped they would catch my glare that would then confirm their sneaking suspicion that yes, there is something different about her and OH YEAH, I shouldn't be staring! I still catch myself doing that at times. Watching people stare at Livia. I'm a mama Lion protecting her young, but now I don't have anger behind that stare. It's more of, come, let me talk to you about special needs and I would love for you to meet Liv. I guess you could say that I'm comfortable, content, and proud of my girl.
I do and will continue to feel some pain when it comes to Livia and people's response or reaction to her. It's a natural response to feel some heart ache or disappointment when people's intentions aren't always fueled with love and understanding. However, I've chosen to let that pain fuel me. A full tank of determination to change someone's mind about the reality of my life, my love, my Livia. And really, not just Livia. Any child or person with a difference, a disability, a story. We are all here for a reason and everyone matters.
I was on Facebook today and saw something that appalled and disappointed me. A disclaimer: I, Kelly Hubert, fully admit to having a potty mouth at times and am not naive or prude to today's slang. One thing remains; that dagger in my heart, searing pain I feel when I see the word "retard" or worse yet, "fucktard" used to describe a person or situation in a derogatory way. Yes, "fucktard," or fucking retard. As if "retarded" wasn't enough. Mental retardation is a medical diagnosis used to describe, at times, a cause of another diagnosis. Like in our case with Livia's. Sanfilippo Syndrome is slowly causing more and more of an intellectual disability. Does this mean she's stupid, worthless, or dumb? When someone refers to a situation or person as retarded, that is the implication.....the stereotype.
It hurt me, like a dagger to the heart, but I wasn't angry. I was sad and disappointed. This person is placing a stereotype on another due to their own misunderstanding and pain. But in turn, it implies that my daughter's disability makes her less worthy, not of value. When really, she is everything and more. I get to experience something magical and unique. A beautiful life that is so full and rich. A child that has taught so many how to LIV and make moments matter. Making every minute worthwhile.
There is a website called "R-word | Spread the word to end the word." There is a pledge that you can take to help eliminate the derogatory use of the R-word. It's a resource to help educate others and keep yourself, and your voice, accountable. Please feel free to share my blog, and the R-word website to educate your friends and family if moved to do so.
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The syndrome causes significant neurological symptoms, including severe intellectual disability. The medical term for that; Mental retardation.
This is Livia
Early in her diagnosis, my defenses were way up. When we were out in public, and people would stare at her not quite knowing if something was different with her, I would stare back at them. No one ever noticed me staring at them, staring at Liv, but I always hoped they would catch my glare that would then confirm their sneaking suspicion that yes, there is something different about her and OH YEAH, I shouldn't be staring! I still catch myself doing that at times. Watching people stare at Livia. I'm a mama Lion protecting her young, but now I don't have anger behind that stare. It's more of, come, let me talk to you about special needs and I would love for you to meet Liv. I guess you could say that I'm comfortable, content, and proud of my girl.
I do and will continue to feel some pain when it comes to Livia and people's response or reaction to her. It's a natural response to feel some heart ache or disappointment when people's intentions aren't always fueled with love and understanding. However, I've chosen to let that pain fuel me. A full tank of determination to change someone's mind about the reality of my life, my love, my Livia. And really, not just Livia. Any child or person with a difference, a disability, a story. We are all here for a reason and everyone matters.
I was on Facebook today and saw something that appalled and disappointed me. A disclaimer: I, Kelly Hubert, fully admit to having a potty mouth at times and am not naive or prude to today's slang. One thing remains; that dagger in my heart, searing pain I feel when I see the word "retard" or worse yet, "fucktard" used to describe a person or situation in a derogatory way. Yes, "fucktard," or fucking retard. As if "retarded" wasn't enough. Mental retardation is a medical diagnosis used to describe, at times, a cause of another diagnosis. Like in our case with Livia's. Sanfilippo Syndrome is slowly causing more and more of an intellectual disability. Does this mean she's stupid, worthless, or dumb? When someone refers to a situation or person as retarded, that is the implication.....the stereotype.
It hurt me, like a dagger to the heart, but I wasn't angry. I was sad and disappointed. This person is placing a stereotype on another due to their own misunderstanding and pain. But in turn, it implies that my daughter's disability makes her less worthy, not of value. When really, she is everything and more. I get to experience something magical and unique. A beautiful life that is so full and rich. A child that has taught so many how to LIV and make moments matter. Making every minute worthwhile.
There is a website called "R-word | Spread the word to end the word." There is a pledge that you can take to help eliminate the derogatory use of the R-word. It's a resource to help educate others and keep yourself, and your voice, accountable. Please feel free to share my blog, and the R-word website to educate your friends and family if moved to do so.
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"The Heart Of Life"
I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears
And listen
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
You know, it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then, circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good
I know it's good
I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears
And listen
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
You know, it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then, circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good
I know it's good
~John Mayer
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Digression Progression
This isn't going to get any easier.......
Never in a million years did I think I would be a Marathon runner. A multiple 26.2er, at that. This past weekend, I was privileged to be in Arizona to run my third marathon. The IMS marathon, to be exact. My running partner is a snow-bird, so I pretty much invited myself to stay with he and his wife. I have a secret desire to run a marathon in all 50 states. It was a beautiful experience that I am so grateful for. The marathon before this one, I started to cramp really bad around mile 23. It was so bad that I had no control over my foot. I worked it out, but it was slow to the end. This past race, I started to play mind games with myself, expecting the cramp to happen again. Many times I had to adjust my stride because I could feel the beginning of the cramp, or so I thought. I relaxed my body and made it through, cramp free. I felt great all day. That was an accomplishment. Training this time of year is a challenge. To finish this race feeling so good is a confidence booster. I'm ready for the next one.
Tuesday was a Genetics trip to Lurie's Children Hospital in Chicago. It was my first visit to the new facility. Jake took Livia to her last appointment, so she had been there already. The place is great. It's new, clean, kid-friendly. However, it's a genetics appointment. We see the genetic counselor (Katherine) first. She asks general questions seeking information on how Livia is doing. Do we notice changes? What has changed? How does she communicate? I answered the questions with ease. Keeping it light-hearted. Katherine even asked about Finley. I was able to share how proud I was of Finley developing into a special needs advocate. Katherine left the room and I opened a snack for Livia, instantly remembering one of the biggest changes, but forgot to mention. When Katherine returned, I explained that we are now having to feed Livia everything. She hasn't been able to use a utensil for a long time, but finger foods were ok. She could feed herself. Since Thanksgiving, Livia has been manipulating the food with her fingers so much that she will drop it before she gets it to her mouth. When she does get the food to her mouth, she doesn't push it in, again dropping the food. My dogs were happy getting all the food, but this mommy was not. Katherine left again, but shortly returning with Dr. Burton. It's always so nice to see her. She's professional, yet personal. She always comments on how pretty Livia is and how great her hair is. Makes me happy. Dr. Burton went over a few things, noting the feeding changes. It was a short list to go over, and a short meeting. She ended with; "I'm so sorry, but Livia is definitely progressing in the disorder." It hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm not in denial about things, but I do think I live most days in a form of denial for survival. As soon as she said this, I started to cry. It was uncontrollable, the kind where you wish you were alone so that you could just get it out. The lump in my throat was extra big. Katherine pushed over a box of Kleenex. I could feel the mood change, and compassion was setting in. My response was like this, "It's so hard because she is so easy to love. She's a great kid, and I want to take care of her everyday of my life."
Never in a million years did I think I would have a child with special needs, and a terminal disorder on top of that. You can never train for something like this. Unlike running, endurance is not always there. Endurance (also called Sufferance, Stamina, Resilience) is the ability of an organism to exert itself and remain active for a long period of time, as well as its ability to resist, withstand, recover from, and have immunity to trauma, wounds, or fatigue. The ability to resist, withstand, recover from, and have immunity to trauma, wounds, or fatigue. Will I ever be able to recover or resist from this traumatic wound of heart ache? This fatigue of worry? An immunity from the inevitable?
I'm thankful for my everyday endurance of a love so strong that helps to swallow this ever increasing bitch of a pill. I'm thankful to be at a certain peace with, to not feel like I'm grabbing at a dangling rope in front of my face, for a cure. My hope is there, but it's different. I'm more concerned with salvation and a complete healing for Livia in heaven. I'm concerned and focused on getting myself and my family there, too. (Forgive me for saying bitch!) My running is my therapy. When my mind starts playing tricks on me around mile 23, I find a focus point, usually thinking about Livia, Finley, Jayden, Brooklyn, and all our other MPS kids, and I go. Just like after hearing Dr. Burton's words. My mind goes places that no parent's mind should go. I regain my focus, and I go. I focus on today and breath her in just a little more.
Never in a million years did I think I would be a Marathon runner. A multiple 26.2er, at that. This past weekend, I was privileged to be in Arizona to run my third marathon. The IMS marathon, to be exact. My running partner is a snow-bird, so I pretty much invited myself to stay with he and his wife. I have a secret desire to run a marathon in all 50 states. It was a beautiful experience that I am so grateful for. The marathon before this one, I started to cramp really bad around mile 23. It was so bad that I had no control over my foot. I worked it out, but it was slow to the end. This past race, I started to play mind games with myself, expecting the cramp to happen again. Many times I had to adjust my stride because I could feel the beginning of the cramp, or so I thought. I relaxed my body and made it through, cramp free. I felt great all day. That was an accomplishment. Training this time of year is a challenge. To finish this race feeling so good is a confidence booster. I'm ready for the next one.
Tuesday was a Genetics trip to Lurie's Children Hospital in Chicago. It was my first visit to the new facility. Jake took Livia to her last appointment, so she had been there already. The place is great. It's new, clean, kid-friendly. However, it's a genetics appointment. We see the genetic counselor (Katherine) first. She asks general questions seeking information on how Livia is doing. Do we notice changes? What has changed? How does she communicate? I answered the questions with ease. Keeping it light-hearted. Katherine even asked about Finley. I was able to share how proud I was of Finley developing into a special needs advocate. Katherine left the room and I opened a snack for Livia, instantly remembering one of the biggest changes, but forgot to mention. When Katherine returned, I explained that we are now having to feed Livia everything. She hasn't been able to use a utensil for a long time, but finger foods were ok. She could feed herself. Since Thanksgiving, Livia has been manipulating the food with her fingers so much that she will drop it before she gets it to her mouth. When she does get the food to her mouth, she doesn't push it in, again dropping the food. My dogs were happy getting all the food, but this mommy was not. Katherine left again, but shortly returning with Dr. Burton. It's always so nice to see her. She's professional, yet personal. She always comments on how pretty Livia is and how great her hair is. Makes me happy. Dr. Burton went over a few things, noting the feeding changes. It was a short list to go over, and a short meeting. She ended with; "I'm so sorry, but Livia is definitely progressing in the disorder." It hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm not in denial about things, but I do think I live most days in a form of denial for survival. As soon as she said this, I started to cry. It was uncontrollable, the kind where you wish you were alone so that you could just get it out. The lump in my throat was extra big. Katherine pushed over a box of Kleenex. I could feel the mood change, and compassion was setting in. My response was like this, "It's so hard because she is so easy to love. She's a great kid, and I want to take care of her everyday of my life."
Never in a million years did I think I would have a child with special needs, and a terminal disorder on top of that. You can never train for something like this. Unlike running, endurance is not always there. Endurance (also called Sufferance, Stamina, Resilience) is the ability of an organism to exert itself and remain active for a long period of time, as well as its ability to resist, withstand, recover from, and have immunity to trauma, wounds, or fatigue. The ability to resist, withstand, recover from, and have immunity to trauma, wounds, or fatigue. Will I ever be able to recover or resist from this traumatic wound of heart ache? This fatigue of worry? An immunity from the inevitable?
I'm thankful for my everyday endurance of a love so strong that helps to swallow this ever increasing bitch of a pill. I'm thankful to be at a certain peace with, to not feel like I'm grabbing at a dangling rope in front of my face, for a cure. My hope is there, but it's different. I'm more concerned with salvation and a complete healing for Livia in heaven. I'm concerned and focused on getting myself and my family there, too. (Forgive me for saying bitch!) My running is my therapy. When my mind starts playing tricks on me around mile 23, I find a focus point, usually thinking about Livia, Finley, Jayden, Brooklyn, and all our other MPS kids, and I go. Just like after hearing Dr. Burton's words. My mind goes places that no parent's mind should go. I regain my focus, and I go. I focus on today and breath her in just a little more.
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