A friend of mine recently described to me what it felt like for him to experience arthritis pain as a twenty something. This person is a strong man, the kind of man who played sports. The kind of man who you look at and it seems they can just do anything.... the ones who are so attractive and are just at that point in their lives where they are so full of life and energy that it is practically bursting out of them. He told me that he had to crawl to his bathroom and was crying like a baby because the pain was so bad. He called his mother and had to have her come and help him up. He could not lift himself. That is my baby. That is her pain. She looks so healthy. I know. But she is hurting.
It was two years ago this month that a usually easy going me got her first lesson in how to stand up for a chronically ill LillyAnna. We had been watching lesions grow on my then 9 month old baby's beautifully soft and until then perfect skin every time the nurses tried to put in an IV. Finally a tech came up from somewhere and said they where going to try to put one in her skull. They wanted to shave a spot on her head and attempt an IV there which I knew would cause a lesion. Lesions at that time were growing so fast we were watching them and we had no idea how to stop them. To top it off, someone finally told me this was all happening because what my baby really needed was a PICC line but it was a holiday weekend and the people who do that were not working. Lesson 2 of having a chronically ill kid. I walked out of the room and down the hall, screamed at the top of my lungs and ripped my shirt off Hulk style. Lucky for me a tech who has since become a very special friend but at the time I did not know walked up to me and wrapped me in her arms. Thank you Darci. I walked calmly back into the room and said No. No you cannot put an IV in her skull. She asked me if I was refusing medical care for my daughter. What a horrible thing to say. I looked her in the eye and said yes. They called the necessary people in from their fourth of July bar-b-ques and we got a PICC line and Lil did not die from dehydration that weekend. This is one of only two negative experiences I have had at AI out of hundreds... literally HUNDREDS of experiences we have had there. I have learned so much in the past two years about myself, my mom-ness, my daughter, my marriage, my friends, my enemies...
And now we are at the point were we are saying LillyAnna HAD a terrible sickness. She WAS very sick. Now she IS chronically ill. This will be her life. This will be our lives. It is time to pick up the pieces. Even as I write this I am in awe at how everything has fallen into place. At this moment in time, this week, this month, right down to this very post. I started this post three weeks ago on the day of the anniversary of Lil's first lesion and so many things have come full circle. This past week I taught Responsive Classroom. The last time I did that was the very first time we found the first pustule which caused the first lesion on Lil's thigh. How many times have I told that story? "Well, I found a pimple on her thigh, I popped it and went on a business trip..." hundreds. I have told that story hundreds and hundreds of times.
So now our family is once again entering a new phase of life. A new generation. I am getting back into a form of teaching. It is not full time teaching in a classroom but I will be working part time during the day with the University of Delaware to grow new and experienced teachers, such exciting work. I will be leaving LillyAnna with a nanny (hopefully) for small portions of the day. The twins are starting Kindergarten and they will be there all day which gives me a little more flexibility. She will still have bad days, and so we will but nothing is going to change that and life has to go on. We cannot continue to wait for the next horrible thing to happen. And unfortunately we are not in a position for me to be able to just stay home and take care of her, I have to earn an income.
The National Institute of Health is moving forward FINALLY! This is good news but I will not allow myself to get too excited after New York and we do not have to spend any of our own money for this one.
We will continue to share our story and continue to hope for a cure for our girl. We will continue to count on your support and continue to be thankful for everything you all do, for the diversity of support you all offer us that keeps us going. I am just going to try to have a new perspective. I am scared, very, very scared. Two years is a long time but if LillyAnna can embrace life through her pain, so can we.
MendingIt was two years ago this month that a usually easy going me got her first lesson in how to stand up for a chronically ill LillyAnna. We had been watching lesions grow on my then 9 month old baby's beautifully soft and until then perfect skin every time the nurses tried to put in an IV. Finally a tech came up from somewhere and said they where going to try to put one in her skull. They wanted to shave a spot on her head and attempt an IV there which I knew would cause a lesion. Lesions at that time were growing so fast we were watching them and we had no idea how to stop them. To top it off, someone finally told me this was all happening because what my baby really needed was a PICC line but it was a holiday weekend and the people who do that were not working. Lesson 2 of having a chronically ill kid. I walked out of the room and down the hall, screamed at the top of my lungs and ripped my shirt off Hulk style. Lucky for me a tech who has since become a very special friend but at the time I did not know walked up to me and wrapped me in her arms. Thank you Darci. I walked calmly back into the room and said No. No you cannot put an IV in her skull. She asked me if I was refusing medical care for my daughter. What a horrible thing to say. I looked her in the eye and said yes. They called the necessary people in from their fourth of July bar-b-ques and we got a PICC line and Lil did not die from dehydration that weekend. This is one of only two negative experiences I have had at AI out of hundreds... literally HUNDREDS of experiences we have had there. I have learned so much in the past two years about myself, my mom-ness, my daughter, my marriage, my friends, my enemies...
And now we are at the point were we are saying LillyAnna HAD a terrible sickness. She WAS very sick. Now she IS chronically ill. This will be her life. This will be our lives. It is time to pick up the pieces. Even as I write this I am in awe at how everything has fallen into place. At this moment in time, this week, this month, right down to this very post. I started this post three weeks ago on the day of the anniversary of Lil's first lesion and so many things have come full circle. This past week I taught Responsive Classroom. The last time I did that was the very first time we found the first pustule which caused the first lesion on Lil's thigh. How many times have I told that story? "Well, I found a pimple on her thigh, I popped it and went on a business trip..." hundreds. I have told that story hundreds and hundreds of times.
So now our family is once again entering a new phase of life. A new generation. I am getting back into a form of teaching. It is not full time teaching in a classroom but I will be working part time during the day with the University of Delaware to grow new and experienced teachers, such exciting work. I will be leaving LillyAnna with a nanny (hopefully) for small portions of the day. The twins are starting Kindergarten and they will be there all day which gives me a little more flexibility. She will still have bad days, and so we will but nothing is going to change that and life has to go on. We cannot continue to wait for the next horrible thing to happen. And unfortunately we are not in a position for me to be able to just stay home and take care of her, I have to earn an income.
The National Institute of Health is moving forward FINALLY! This is good news but I will not allow myself to get too excited after New York and we do not have to spend any of our own money for this one.
We will continue to share our story and continue to hope for a cure for our girl. We will continue to count on your support and continue to be thankful for everything you all do, for the diversity of support you all offer us that keeps us going. I am just going to try to have a new perspective. I am scared, very, very scared. Two years is a long time but if LillyAnna can embrace life through her pain, so can we.
A giant hand inside my chest
Stretches out and takes
My heart within its mighty graps
And squeezes till it breaks.
Stretches out and takes
My heart within its mighty graps
And squeezes till it breaks.
A gentle hand inside my chest,
With mending tape and glue,
Patches up my heart until
It's almost good as new.
With mending tape and glue,
Patches up my heart until
It's almost good as new.
I ought to know by now that
Broken hearts will heal again.
But while I wait for glue and tape,
The pain!
The pain!
The pain!
Broken hearts will heal again.
But while I wait for glue and tape,
The pain!
The pain!
The pain!
By Judith Viorst
MaryellenStrohm I have so much respect for you here. I will keep praying for our precious Lilyanna.
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