Monday, December 8, 2014

Nest


 
Lately I have been reading the signs. Not street signs or any other but our kind of signs; grey hospital bins rotating from Lil's room to the dishwasher to be washed back to the steps to be taken upstairs, small bundles of laundry wrapped with a hospital pad moving from the top of the steps to the laundry room, opened alcohol wipes piling up in the trash can...  would I call this a flare?  Not exactly.  One of the things Dr. R and I discussed at our appointment this week was what constitutes a flare but we were interrupted by Lil who was insisting quite fervently that Dr. R color his portion of the snowman picture.  We did manage to agree that between all of Lil's symptoms, for it to be a true flare she should have most of them going on at the same time.  Mostly we agreed on this because I said she has one or two of her symptoms at anytime.  What is really frustrating is that through most of the summer, she was doing so well.  Then Fall hit and so did that huge flare. She is not bouncing back from it the way we expect.  Here blood work backs me up on this point.  The sed rate is just not going back down.  Sed rate is an inflammatory marker that rises and falls more slowly than other inflammatory markers.  Dr. R and I have been frustrated over why blood work has not been showing rises in CRP and WBC when she is symptomatic (these are other inflammatory markers).  The NIH said this is not unusual in Pyoderma Gangrenosum patients. 

My question, and it does not have an answer, is why this is happening when we just increased her Methotrexate yet again.  We should be seeing a decrease in her inflammatory markers, symptoms and flares not an increase.  This morning when she woke up she was limping so badly she could hardly walk.  Her fingers were so swollen yesterday she could not put together a big piece puzzle.  Her lips are ulcerated to the point that it hurts to eat.  I feel like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.  If we are going through meds at this rate now, at three years old, what does the future hold?  But, she is still Lil.

We went to get our tree and she had a good time singing Christmas Carols.  Aunt CoCo and Aunt LuLu took her to Chuck E Cheese and she had a blast!  But we did one thing per day.  Each day ended with a fever and vomiting.  Today she has not gotten off the couch.



I read a beautiful article describing what it is like to live with a chronic disease.  In this case it was Lupus which Lil has been tested for and does not have but the symptoms are similar.  You all do so much for us but I am going to ask you to do one more thing and that is to read that article.  The link is posted here:  http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/  She compares having a chronic illness as a give and take.  You have to make decisions every day of what you are going to give up and what are going to get to do and what the consequences are going to be.  The added dynamic for Chris and I is that we have to make these decisions for Lil and observe the consequences from afar.   When we have  pushed her too far because of our own agendas or for the twins, we watch her pay the price. 

Her blood work looks just terrible.  Iron is low, liver numbers are up, we already went over inflammatory markers and a whole bunch of other stuff was flagged that I have never seen flagged before.  Part of the problem is that Lil is refusing to take her meds.  We are working on it.  Of course now she is throwing up every night anyway so it does not matter much but we are going to try giving meds earlier in the evening... we will see.  All I can think is that the fight will happen earlier and last longer.  But I am going to have a good ATTITUDE!  I WILL!  I am smiling right now!  I promise:)

Dr. R took his accolades from the NIH well.  They were so impressed that he diagnosed Lil as quickly as he did.  He tried to hide how proud he was but I could tell.  He should be proud.  He diagnosed a disease that only a handful of other kids have ever reported in the world.  That is pretty amazing.  And as we are talking about it he is coloring a picture with my baby.  He is just wonderful.

 

Every time I think I have accepted that this is going to be her life I realize that I have not accepted it, that a part of me still hopes and still wishes that she is going to get better.  That she will not have to make choices as simple as 'choosing not to run errands, so that she can eat dinner at night'.  No, as I read that it is not right.  A part of me still expects that she is going to get better.  That is what we do as moms.  We make our kids feel better.  We make them soup, get them a tissue, hold them, sing them a song, give them a band aid, give them a treat... We make it better.  And I can't.  I will never be able to make it better.  It is a pain in me that I just cannot explain. 

1 comment:

  1. I adore you, Gina, and Lil. As moms we do all we can but we will never ever be enough. Whether it's a physical illness or mental; drug or alcohol addiction. You were handpicked for Lil and the twins - none of them would trade you for anything.

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