Wednesday, January 17, 2018

So there was this cow...

Dusk spent some of his formative years on a ranch outside of Reno, in Yerington, Nevada. This year, while in Reno for Christmas, we spent a little time on that ranch. While there, we came across this beauty.
A dead cow.
A reallllllly dead cow.
Which Bodie was endlessly fascinated with.
Which prompted a 30 minute negotiation whereby Bodie tried to pin down under exactly which circumstances I would have allowed us to bring said dead cow home with us. What if we knew it didn't die of any disease? And if we had rope to tie it on top of the car? And we had enough people to help us lift it onto the top of the car? And if we had a bigger shed at home to put it in? 

Right. Because there would ever be a circumstance where my answer would be "Sure, I'd love to bring a dead cow home with us from Christmas vacation."

But if you know Bodie, you know he has a tendency to hold on to things (with every ounce of his being and then some). So the conversation really did last 30 minutes, before my father in law finally says "Um...do you know where Dusk went?" And disappeared. He, apparently, had better things to do than continue a dead end negotiation with a 7-year old who won't take no for answer. Bodie, luckily for me, did not. Almost a month later and we are still talking about the dead cow. I kid you not. He actually shared the pictures in class today. You're welcome to the parents of his classmates, who I'm sure are scarred by the pictures.

Oh, and also, we did a lot of other cool stuff while in Reno.
We hiked and explored under a breathtaking Nevada sky.
 We goofed off with Popo Alan (and Grandma Jan, but somehow didn't manage to get a pic of it!)
We sledded. 
And by "we," I mean Dusk and Sierra sledded. 
Bodie did one run, got ice in his glove and lost his marbles. Hyperventilated all the way back to the car about how cold he was and stayed in this position for a good 10 minutes while his hands warmed up. 
Overly dramatic, yes. But also, it appears the heart failure is not doing him any favors in trying to keep his body warm, particularly his extremities, at altitude. Poor kiddo. 

We went to church.
We also painted! We did a DIY Paint Nite and had a blast.. Here were our final products. 




However, in spite of the cool stuff, I fear this will forever after be the vacation "where mom wouldn't let Bodie bring home the dead cow."
Photobucket

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Grateful Hearts

A year ago, our little dude was SO sick. We wouldn't know for a few more weeks just how sick his heart was, but we knew from how he was acting that it wasn't good. 
At all.

A year later, his heart honestly isn't much better. 
But we have him on a darn good cocktail of meds, so that his heart isn't so mad that it's sick anymore. I like to think his heart is kind of like "meh, whatevs. I know I'm pretty messed up right now, but hey, aren't we all?  I'm just gonna go with the flow here."  
Which means we're in a sort of weird limbo, where we know his heart is only going to get sicker, we just don't know when.

But we do know today isn't that day.
And for that, we are profoundly grateful.

Today he had appointments with both cardiology and electrophysiology, and everything was almost the exact same as it was in August, except that he's gained 2 more pounds (Hallelujah - maybe he won't really grow up to be 6'4" and 47 pounds as a fully grown man)! Even his BNP (already down to a normal range) was only 1 point off of where it was in August. 

When you're waiting for a heart to fail, "things look the same" is kind of like winning an Oscar.  
(Well, actually, it's probably more like an Emmy (maybe the technical one that doesn't get shown during the televised awards show?) - you really want the Oscar, but if you can't get one, you'll take this freaking awesome Emmy and party like a rockstar at the after parties. The Oscar would be "Surprise! His heart has healed itself!" But I digress...)

At any rate, we get a 3 month pass before we go back and do the same hold-our-breath-cross-everything-and-pray-really-hard song and dance all over again. 

And in those 3 months, we get to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas, and get ready for Bodie's 8th birthday!

I'd say that's about the best kick off to the holiday season we could ask for.  

I know this kid is excited. 
He could hardly contain himself in the CHLA garden today, which has been decked out for the holidays. 

And in almost this exact same spot, one year ago.
What's crazy is to compare these two pictures side by side. 
Everything about these two pictures brings tears to my eyes.
He was so, so sick. 
You can just see in his eyes, and in how he's standing, how tired he was. 
But this year, he just seems lighter somehow. 

This mama is so, so grateful right now, for this boy, and this hospital, and a God who always has His hand on this boy. 

This year, heading into Thanksgiving, we are especially thankful for this one.
Because The Force...
it is strong with this one.
So very, very strong. 

Grateful hearts indeed. 
Photobucket

Saturday, September 30, 2017

8 Years Later

To my son,

8 years ago tomorrow, my life turned upside down. The world of our family would forever ever after turn on a different axis. 

On October 1, 2009, your daddy and I found out about your special heart. 

For years, on October 1, I would write a letter to the doctor who diagnosed us (I say “us,” because although the diagnosis was yours, medical crisis never happens in a vacuum. Having a medically fragile child affects the entire family)
But somewhere along the way, I realized it wasn’t about him anymore.

It doesn’t matter anymore what he did or didn’t say in that dimly lit room, how many times he recommended termination, or how surprised he was that we were choosing to fight for you. 

Yes, he was a part of our journey. He gave me empathy for newly diagnosed families. For me, he was my driving force behind starting Sisters by Heart

But, for you buddy, and the path that you’re on, he just doesn’t matter anymore. 

What matters is you.
Your bravery.
Your courage.
Your resilience.
Your love of life.

The whole of your amazing being that has absolutely nothing to do with your imperfect heart. Your silly personality. Your endless supply of love and hugs. Your big, big, big (and have I mentioned really really BIG?) feelings. Your comedic timing and well-honed sense of sarcasm, especially for a 7-year old. Your love of Legos, Star Wars and Hot Wheels. There is so much more to you than your heart.

Even so, the last year has been tough. One of the toughest in your journey to date. Your heart has been forced to sit front and center. I’m not going to lie. I am exhausted. Sometimes, the uncertainty of the path ahead is overwhelming. It’s hard to look down at your sweet face and not be resentful of everything you have to go through. I hope you know, your daddy and I would take this burden from you in a heartbeat. And if you asked your sister, I’m fairly certain she would line up to take it from you as well. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. So instead, we stand beside you and cheer you on. And we research and advocate for you, to make sure you get the best medical care possible. And we embrace every moment we get as a family, doing normal family stuff. And yes, we make you do your homework. And your chores. And eat your vegetables. Sorry to tell you buddy, but that totally falls under the category of “normal family stuff.” 

So today, on the almost 8th anniversary of your diagnosis, I have nothing left to say to the doctor who diagnosed you. But this, I have to say to you. 

We love you so much. Your daddy and I have never regretted choosing life for you. 
Not for one second.
You, buddy, were worth fighting for. 
In that dimly lit exam room 8 years ago, and every moment since. 
And every moment to come. 
Don’t ever forget that. 

Love,
Mommy

Photobucket

Saturday, September 16, 2017

When time is the biggest blessing you can hope for

As I mentioned earlier this summer, we would be going to Stanford for a transplant opinion. We had that evaluation done last month. 

Let me back up for a second. A lot of friends have been asking why we were going to Stanford when Bodie's care has been provided at CHLA up to this point. The answer is that we're not certain yet where Bodie's next steps will be taken - and we covet your prayers during the process of figuring that out. 

CHLA has taken such good care of Bodie and we are reluctant to leave. And CHLA does have a great pediatric  heart transplant program. However, there are a few things about Bodie's situation that will make his transplant journey more complicated (namely, his high level of antibodies and his size). Both of those factors will likely translate to a long waiting time for his perfect heart, which means we will need to be at a center that is both 1) good at managing antibodies as well as possible to reduce risk of rejection, and 2) good at bridging single ventricle kids to transplant, something most centers are woefully unprepared to do (not by fault of their own - there simply aren't a lot of good options for kids like Bodie - actually, there aren't any "good" options, only "less bad" options - options which will allow his organs to remain stable while waiting for a heart). In any case, Stanford happens to be at the cutting edge of both of those areas. Which is what led us to LPCH for a second opinion. 

This does NOT mean we will necessarily go to LPCH for Bodie's heart transplant. But we might. If we do, we will remain in Los Angeles as long as possible - until Bodie becomes sick enough to go inpatient, which hopefully will not be for quite awhile. At that point, Bodie and I (and Sierra at some point) would go to Palo Alto for this next step in Bodie's journey, while Dusk would remain in LA. But hopefully, these conversations are still a ways off.

Which brings me to Stanford. After reviewing Bodie's records and labs and fully evaluating him, they do NOT recommend listing him at this time! Put simply, he is on a positive trajectory (bloodworkd and symptom wise, he has only gotten better since his heart failure started last year), and they generally do not list kids when they are on a positive trajectory. At this point, the risk of a heart transplant is greater than the risk of remaining with his heart as it is.

This is great news. 
It is an absolute answer to prayer.
To be clear, it is the BEST possible news we could have received.

However, it does not take transplant off the table. 
Not even remotely. 
No one is expecting his heart to get any better. We all expect it to get worse, and at some point, it will weaken to the point where he will need to be listed for a new heart.  That could happen next month, or 6 months from now, or maybe a year or two from now. No one expects it to be much further out from that, but honestly, no one has a crystal ball. Bodie has surprised us all before, and he may very well do so again. A miracle is not outside the realm of possibility, given the sheer number of miracles we have already seen with this sweet kid.

We will continue to see our team here at CHLA every 3 months, and the team at LPCH every 6 months, unless things change. 

So where does this leave us? 
Living our lives.
Living the crap out of them. 
While we can.
Because we have been given this gift of more time. 
Time where our family is together. Time where Bodie's symptoms are managed well by meds. Time where can be a regular 7 year old playing soccer and doing his homework and complaining about doing chores. 

To that end, we took a trip to Disneyland last week. A good friend generously gifted us tickets and we took the opportunity to use them the day before school started. We had a blast. Made lots of memories.

 We'll close with this pic.
Because the force is strong with this one. 
So very, very strong.
Photobucket

Saturday, September 9, 2017

On Letting Go

Being so entrenched in the heart community, I have known about Camp del Corazon for years. It's a nonprofit here in Southern California that provides a week long summer camp on Catalina Island for children affected by heart disease. The camp is completely staffed by volunteer cardiologists, nurses and other cardiac practitioners. Kids can attend starting at age 7.

Earlier this year, Bodie mentioned to us that he wanted to go to camp this summer. Honestly, we looked at him like he had 2 heads. I mean, how can a 7-year old (who happens to be really clingy and loves his mama A looooooooooootttttt) really be ready go go away for 5 whole days? Not to mention a kid suddenly in heart failure and nowhere near stable enough for us to consider sending him anywhere away from us for any amount of time? 
So yeah, that was a hard NO from mom and dad.

But then, he became more stable.
And he became more insistent that he WAS ready. That he DID understand he'd be away from us for 5 days, and that we couldn't have any contact with him. And that he STILL wanted to go.

So Dusk and I thought about it. And we prayed about it. We were nowhere near ready for him to go. I mean, not at all. But we finally realized that if HE was ready to go, who are WE to stand in his way? So, in June, we applied for him to go to CDC and he was accepted. 

And this kid was SO right.
While I was a bundle of nerves the week before, wondering how on earth he <and I!> were going to handle it, he was cool as a cucumber. Packed his bag, hugged us, and took off. The kid barely looked back.
He was ready.

We were on pins and needles all week, wondering how he was doing. My sweet mom came down and we focused on Sierra, doing all sorts of fun things. It made the week fly, but we still missed Bodie like crazy!

When we went to pick him up, he gave me a huge hug and then promptly told me with a big smile "I hated it." 

Oh.

And then, he spent the next 6 hours telling us all the fantastic things he did at camp. And is still telling us stories, a week later! Archery, skits, swimming, kayaking, crafts. So much fun!

As it turns out, he had a great time. 
And he made some great friends, all of whom have heart defects - and some of whom are just as complex as Bodie! 
(His entire cabin was 7-year olds also at CDC for the first time - they were the cutest thing ever.)

And some of the most amazing counselors were there, including our beloved Brenda!!!
But he missed us. A lot. And wasn't afraid to let everyone know. 
This kid, with his big feelings, is still having a hard time working out how you can be homesick and have fun at the same time.

But he says he wants to go back next summer. I'm taking that as a win.

I am so glad we sent him.

It was so good for Dusk and I, to not be the ones solely responsible for meds and watching symptoms all week long.

It was so good for Sierra. 
Until the moment she started crying, worrying that "someone will give Bodie the wrong meds and he will die," I honestly did not realize how much she feels responsible for him. She loves him, but worries so much about him. That's such a burden for a 10-year old to carry. 
The week gave us a wonderful opportunity to talk through those feelings and just to focus on her.

And it was so good for Bodie, even if he was homesick.
He came back so much more confident.
One of the highlights of the week was climbing a rock wall. 
They have a giant rock wall at camp and it's sort of a thing to be able to climb to the top of it.
When Bodie told me it took him 3 attempts but he made it, I was proud. I mean, my kid climbed a rock wall. But I figured he would. I mean, we try not to let him use his heart as an excuse generally, so I figured camp would be no different.

So I asked a counselor about this climbing wall.  
And boy did she put it in perspective for me. 

"It's a HUGE deal for any of these kids to make it up a rock wall after having their chest cracked open and they essentially have no upper body/core strength. But then you come to Bodie, who's been cracked open in the front 5 times and once on his side/back...so the fact that this kid made it up is mind blowing!!! You have an incredible little boy!"

Yes, yes we do indeed. 
I am so glad we sent our sweet boy to camp this summer. 
I lost a piece of my heart for 5 days.
But his sweet, imperfect heart grew exponentially.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, Camp del Corazon.

Photobucket

Friday, August 11, 2017

Full steam ahead

Bodie had appointments yesterday with his team at CHLA. We saw both his electrophsysiologist and his heart failure cardiologist.

From an electrophysiology standpoint, things have significantly improved.  Due to Bodie's sinus node dysfunction, his heart is generally doing 1 of 2 things - riding his pacemaker, or being in atrial tachycardia. Our goal is to get him to mostly being paced. At his last appointment, he was riding his pacemaker approximately 13% of the time. Thanks to adding a beta blocker, he is now riding his pacemaker 50% of the time. This is VERY good news. Being in tachycardia less is so much better for his heart.

From a heart failure standpoint, he is holding steady. His BNP (measure of heart inflammation) is continuing to trend downward, which is FANTASTIC. It is now down to 40, which is normal! His valve regurgitation has pretty much completely gone away. Both of these are good indicators that his heart is not as stressed by the dysfunction as it was earlier this year.

He's also finally growing, which is wonderful. He has struggled with growth courtesy of his heart failure. But he has grown an inch and gained 4 pounds since March, so we are thrilled!

But his heart function as a whole is...unchanged.
Unfreakingchanged.
Still barely moving at the bottom. 
Severe dysfunction. 
Barring a miracle, I think the chapter on his heart healing itself has closed. 

So the question then becomes, given how quickly he decompensated last Fall and the fact that we still aren't 100% certain on the etiology of that decompensation, how likely is it to happen again and how does that play into how soon do we list him for heart transplant? 
It is a balancing act, and we're not sure where we'll land just yet.

So we move full steam ahead to Stanford late next week for a transplant evaluation and then figure out where we go from there. We covet your prayers for that appointment. For wisdom, for clear decisions and for peace for all of us. We're starting to get to the tougher discussions and that's hard on all of us, not least of all, these two.
I still struggle to wrap my mind around the fact that we're having conversations about our 7-YEAR OLD having a heart transplant. The enormity of it overwhelms when I really let it sink in. I mean, is this seriously my life? 

But while it's hard for Dusk and I to wrap our minds around all of this uncertainty, we have a lifetime of experience to guide us. Our kids have 10 years and 7 years.
Nothing about this is easy.

Please pray as we move full steam ahead. 
Photobucket

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Tahoe...the one where we LIVED.

13-day epic roadtrip. 
11 cities. 
Over 1,600 miles. 
Lots of laughs.
A few catfights 
(oh who am I kidding, a few full on WWF fights between the kids, if I'm being 100% honest here). 
But we survived - and were all still talking to each other by the end of it!

This trip was fueled by some serious emotions.
Because, here's the thing about raising a medically fragile child: you don't know what the future will bring.

Of course, nobody knows.
But we're just reminded of it every.single.time we look into this sweet face.

In a few weeks, we go to Stanford for a heart transplant evaluation.
We don't know what next summer will look like, whether Bodie will be in any position to travel.
Heck, we don't know what next month will bring.
So we throw ourselves into NOW, because that's what we got.

So, this trip...

We played in the snow at over 9,000ft
 
(well, if you're Dusk and Sierra, you played in the snow -  if you're the less adventurous type like Bodie and I, you sit at the bottom and watch Sierra slide down - I mean, we're living more in the moment now, but let's not get crazy here...)
 

We swam in a pool next to sharks (no pics of that - sorry!)

We hiked in the forest and in the meadows.
 
We (ok, Dusk and Bodie) spent hours building tree forts - and then swinging from the branches in said forts.
We ate s'mores with Popo Alan.
And braided our hair to match Grandma Jan.
 
We waded into the lake with our clothes on...because it was too warm and beautiful not to. 
We had too much sun, too much water, and ate too many s'mores (just kidding - no such thing!)
We rounded out our trip with time spent with our heart buddies at Camp Taylor

And at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

An on our way home, we made an impulse stop to feed some ostriches and emus, because...why not? 
  

We came home exhausted and spent, with laundry for days. 
But it was worth it. 
It was all worth it. 
Even the WWF fights. 
Because we were LIVING. 
While this crazy journey we're on permits us to. 

This is one of my favorite pictures from the trip, of the kids and I at the wave wall (I'm sure that's totally the technical term for it) at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.  
It was hands down my most favorite place at the Aquarium (possibly because the sound drowned out all the other sensory overload the rest of the Aquarium had sent my way). And the kids loved, too - their looks of surprise and excitement were awesome. We just sat there for some time, letting the waves crash outside the glass surrounding us. 

Such an incredible reminder that, even in the midst of the waves crashing around us in our lives, of the walls crumbling down around us, there is always a sweet, quiet spot to be found. A spot to sit, to seek the beauty around us, and to just BE in God's presence. Such a powerful reminder as we go into the next phase of Bodie's medical journey.


Photobucket