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| Snack Time with my Kids-Yum!! |
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| My Daughter loving her snack and Mom Time |
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| My Son: Making the cutest "mmmm" "oh-mmmm" sounds as he enjoys his pumpkin greek yogurt |
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| Snack Time with my Kids-Yum!! |
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| My Daughter loving her snack and Mom Time |
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| My Son: Making the cutest "mmmm" "oh-mmmm" sounds as he enjoys his pumpkin greek yogurt |
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| The "Thrive" Patch on my ankle |
I've had to take several days to decide how I want to continue this blog. I'm in a completely different place than I was two years ago, yet there are vast similarities. I still need to set and achieve small goals. I still need to keep a positive outlook. Yet, I also need a place to record my feelings and my struggle as I deal with my illness. I need a place to explain myself and how my illness affects me. I'm in so much pain, so much of the time. While I do my best to stay positive, I also need a place to honestly express that "No! I'm not OK!"
So I've decided to split each post into sections: Family Fun, POTS Education, Truthful Feelings and Looking Forward.
Family Fun will have cheerful updates about the beauty of my life, the joy I take in watching my children grow, and the things we're accomplishing.
POTS Education will share about how my life is impacted by my illness. Sometimes it will be science and facts, and sometimes it will be a journal of personal experience detailing how life and the "fun times" affect me.
Truthful Feelings will be my expression section. This area is where I will allow myself to be honest about my progress and my feelings. I believe strongly in positive thinking, and my "voice" online tends to sugar coat how things are by focusing on the positive. I've had family and friends assume I was getting better, because I try so hard to present my struggle in a positive light, even when feeling daunted. Here, I'll allow myself (perhaps even force myself) to actually tell it how it is. Even if it's bad.
And finally, in Looking Forward I'll focus on the positive, again. Because I must keep looking forward! As much as I need to be able to have a place to express my pain, I cannot have that place be one of only sorrow or loss. This is where tomorrow's goals will be updated and where I'll put the brave face back on. Every step I take hurts, but the hurt is tied up together with hope, and this is where hope will speak.
See you 'round the webs!
Crystal
There's a country song, popular in its time, which says "When you hit rock bottom, you've got two ways to go: Straight Up or Sideways!" I've spent two years struggling up and skittering sideways. I don't know that it will change anytime soon, but I know that the last time I truly felt I was balancing well was when I was blogging regularly.
So here I go, again.
I've been sick, I am sick. I may never be better. We have family living with us because I'm not well enough to care for my kids on my own, more than a few hours lays me out in bed. My capabilities are at an all time low, but this time we know why. I've struggled through Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Sorrow and flirted with Acceptance. Restarting my blog is another step towards acceptance.
I posted a while back about starting IV therapy. Ultimately my doctor and I decided that it seems to provide me the most benefit during the summer months. Lately I've been doing my physical therapy at the local pool with a water aerobics class. It seems to be good and I've stuck with it more consistently than any other form of exercise I've tried.
I keep relapsing, however. Just this last week and a half I've had a really nasty chest cold. I've been barely able to even sit up for more than an hour or two at a time, and I've lost a lot of the progress I'd been making.
I have to admit that I'm tired, frustrated, sad and exhausted. I'm tied of trying. I'm tired of being less than I know I could be if I had my strength back. I'm just so tired of sick.
But I've learned one very important thing about myself. I always keep going. I am unstoppable. "Going" for me right now means getting out of bed for more than two or three hours at a time, yet I do it! Being "unstoppable" doesn't mean what it did for me even three years ago; then it meant large projects and superhuman results. Now, it means baby steps! But I still make them.
My current goal? Get over this cold.
After that? Begin establishing daily habits again. Even if they're small ones. Perhaps especially because they're small ones!
It's been so long since I posted. The last year and a half has been difficult, to say the least, but there is hope on my horizon! This is going to be a little long, but it's life changing to me, so bear with me!
I'll try to fill in the details later, but the short story is that I have been diagnosed with a few Dysautonomic Disorders (which affect the autonomic nervous system... y'know, the one which controls pulse, blood pressure, breathing, etc)
One is called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (or POTS) and the other is called Neurally Mediated Hypotension (or NMH).
Basically, my heart beats too fast and my blood pressure reflex is on the fritz so my BP is prone to sudden drops when it should actually be rising.
In a nut shell, just sitting upright is difficult for me. Think "running a marathon every minute of the day when you're not lying down!" and "Prone to a light-headed dizzy feeling when first standing up" That's the POTS and it's exhausting!
Then there's the NMH...think "gets light headed and nearly passes out when standing in line/standing around talking at social events/sitting upright at the dinner table/sitting in church/sitting at the computer/bending-then-straightening(I did not realize how much this function is a major part of our every day!)/going from sitting-to-standing or otherwise changing her orthostatic position" and you'll get the basics.
There are only a few treatment options for individuals with autonomic disorders. They know what's happening, they just don't know why! One difficulty patients with POTS face
is varying degrees of hypovolemia (low total blood volume.) We know I'm so affected due to my medical history and due to recent events.
For the last year we've been using compression and diet to try and offset my symptoms. The last few months we've even added medications to help me retain fluids and raise my blood pressure, but haven't seen a noticeable improvement.
Having concluded that I am continuing to get worse, the doctor finally felt we'd reached a point where more aggressive treatment is appropriate. (Thank goodness!) For the last few weeks we've been monitoring how I respond to regularly administered saline IVs (a therapy they know can help POTS patients but which they prefer to use only after having exhausted less invasive options.)
The results have been promising! We know indisputably that my pulse is lower and my BP higher after an IV, but we weren't sure the insurance would cover the therapy for the length of time we need for me to be able to complete the recently released POTS Recovery Exercise Protocol (developed by a doctor in Huston, TX the regimen results in 70% of those who are able to complete it no longer presenting symptomatic POTS characteristics!)
I've been trying to complete the protocol for nine+ months with no success! It's a three month protocol with two months of strengthening and prep for a total of five months, but I can only manage a week at the most before a surge in my symptoms nocks me flat!
My doctor and I have been able to verify that regular IVs help me overcome my "exercise intolerance" (don't laugh, it's actually a symptom of POTS!) and we're hoping that with regular treatment I'll finally be able to complete the POTS protocol.
The only hitch has been figuring out the logistics of regular saline administration and presenting it to the insurance in a way that they'll be willing to approve.
IVs are hard on the veins, and pic-lines make even simple things like bathing difficult. I already have a really hard time with basic grooming tasks; and I need daily infusions, which would wreck my veins, so we'd decided the best route would probably be a chest port. Having the port installed wont be a problem, but providing support for the saline and monitoring of the port could be potentially difficult to get approved.
My Dr has been talking with the home health care companies who normally oversee things like that and working with them to be sure my case has a good chance of approval. On Tuesday we reviewed my health notes, and the criteria the home health company gave us which generally result in a case being approved, and we made sure to document things we otherwise might not have. He submitted my case to them the same day.
Guess what? I just got a call from my Dr's office scheduling me for a pre-opp eval (tomorrow!!!) with the surgeon who'll be installing my port! The home health company doesn't anticipate any problems with my case and told my Dr it looked good!
I'm so excited I could pop! So many forums, blogs and websites where POTS is the topic of discussion have posts or threads in which patients talk about the turning point in managing their illnesses being when they started their IV therapy. And I'll be starting mine, soon!
If I had the strength to dance, I totally would!!! Watch out world, I'm on my way to recovery!
Sitting down at the computer, several times, to write a negative post. Then reading a few of my past accomplishments before writing, and having such a change of heart that the previously negative post I'd all but written in my mind came out as being challenged, but hopeful to overcome my challenges and aware of the things I HAD done.
Just yesterday, being on the verge of walking out of my conference, because I just didn't see the point anymore, and then taking a moment to purge the past as quickly and painlessly as possible, get it all out, and then not only set it aside, but to illustrate the changes and differences in me since I began my sales career. To acknowledge the accomplishments and strides I'd made, and to outline the hopes and the vision I had for my future.
Eight years ago, when a caring Bishop advised me to write in my Journal, every night, three things about my roommates that I liked. And the way that had helped me to deal kindly with them.
That I had told Mike yesterday that I needed to take time each day to write down the good things in our life, because I seem to function best when I take a moment each day to be grateful and to acknowledge the good things.And as the words of the hymn "Count Your Blessings" were sung, such a powerful affirmation came over me. I knew in that moment that I just might have finally come to understand the truth of that message. It does not mean "you know, you really should be grateful, because somewhere there's someone else who is suffering more" (which I've been told SO many times) It's tied in to so many other principles, and I've only today begun tying them together in my heart. It means that it's not just about "thinking good thoughts" but about pro-actively doing something each day, and especially when you're down, to ward off the feelings and desires of the Adversary. It speaks to us, not to say "you should be grateful, you know, dolt!" but to remind us of a divine pattern that has always been present, we've just forgotten about it. It's not a mocking message of "chin up! Despite it all." It's a message to us of EXACTLY HOW to overcome those negative feelings we're sometimes plagued by.
So it's been a week! I got ALL the laundry in the house washed. Now I'm just trying to get it folded. It's taking me DAYS. If I wasn't a mom it would be done already, but I wouldn't trade my kids for anything, and I just have to keep remembering that. I got something like nine new facial apointments booked last week. Which means I have to finish my taxes and stuff by tomorrow so my new year accounting is good to begin. I also need the house clean, because people are going to be coming for facials, and I really can't have it a disaster when they do. I also have two baby blankets I'm trying to finish, and a large sewing project for my own kids I need to get done. Is it any wonder I called my mom today feeling overwhelmed? She gave me a big hug over the phone, and reminded me that having two small ones is genuinely difficult to handle, and feeling like I can't keep up is normal and to just love myself and take a deep breath. I love my mommy. Now to go take care of my baby who just started crying again, and give mommy love to my kids in turn.