Sunday, September 1, 2013

A Pleasant Exchange

A Pleasant Exchange

Person 1:  Hey! I haven’t seen you in for-EVER! How are you? 
Person 2:  Good!  How about you? What have you been up to?
Person 1:  Hangin’ in there, School starts this week so had to buy the kids new shoes and stuff.  Soccer starts and I need to figure out when I can get to the gym… You know… the usual…. What have you guys been doing? How are your kids?
Person 2:  Not much!  School starts for us tomorrow too and we are all looking forward to a great year. We have a little more shopping to do and then we should be set. Hey, good seeing you! Have a good day!  Talk to you later!
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A Pleasant Exchange You might have with someone who deals with a Rare Genetic Condition

Person 1:  Hey! I haven’t seen you in for-EVER! How are you? 
Person 2:  Good!  How about you? What have you been up to?
Person 1:  Hangin’ in there, School starts this week so had to buy the kids new shoes and stuff.  Soccer starts and I need to figure out when I can get to the gym… You know… the usual…. What have you guys been doing?
Person 2:  We just celebrated Madison’s 2 year anniversary of her sub Q IGg infusion.  We took cake and breakfast taco’s to Schmitt’s office to celebrate and show our appreciation for all they do for us/her.  (Let me tell you, they do A LOT for us) We skyped with her infusion buddy that moved to New York, It was fun! She doesn’t always like getting her infusions.

Today I went shopping for neupogen, hoping to get a better deal.  My specialty pharmacy charges $1211.98 for 4 vials.  I think my Tom Thumb pharmacy is going to be able to get it for me for a little cheaper. They said they might even administer the shot if I draw up the dose. We just upped her does to 2 ml / 2 X a week to see if we can get a more steady state for her neutrophils. Her new hematologist changed her dose last week before he did her bone marrow biopsy.  Madison will have to have a biopsy once a year to monitor for any type of marrow dysplasia.  This doc has a lovely accent so when you hear the words “dysplasia” and “leukemia” it doesn’t sound so bad.

I took Chase to his GI doc (Love his GI Doc!) He is the one that gave us the referral to the new Hematologist. Chase started our day around 5 and was ready to go by 6. He was climbing on the table, pulling out all the CD’s to put in a back pack, and trying to wake up the girls.  Our appointment was at 8, so we left the house at 6:45 to make the 20 minute drive to the office.  We got bagels for the office, stopped at Home Depot to pick up a little something, admired the tools at HD, swung through McD’s for a coffee and arrived at the office at 7:45. We watched the staff come in, looked at the fish tank, and discussed the picture on the wall.  I scheduled the appointment after our trip to Baltimore for the Immunodeficiency Foundation conference where they talked a lot about GI issues and immune deficiency so I wanted Russo to evaluate Chase with PID eyes instead of TTD eyes. We discussed the pros/cons of starting him on IGg replacement therapy and then we both just laughed when we thought about how Chase would sit still unsedated for an hour long infusion.  I guess you can still hang from the chandelier with needles in your legs, right?
And yeah, School starts for us tomorrow too and we are all looking forward to a great year. Have a good day!  Talk to you later!

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Both of these scenarios are conversations that I have had recently. Both are very pleasant but contain very different content. Why are they so different, you ask? Because the people I am talking to are so different. Some people see our life as something to feel sorry for.  They feel “bad” for us and I certainly don’t want to make them feel WORSE by discussing the specifics of our day-to-day. So I give the “socially acceptable” version. I don’t need them thinking that I am a train wreck. And while there are days that I feel like a train wreck, I am no more a train wreck than anybody else (remember, we all got our things!) 

For those that I do share the details of our day to day, I hope that when I tell you we just celebrated 2 years of an infusion that you see the fun and joy that we Coolidge’s can make regardless of the situation. That when I tell you that I am shopping for neupogen, you can hear the appreciation and thanks that I feel for the people that bend over backwards to help us save a little money, and put a little bit of “easy” in our day.  That when I tell you that Chase wakes most days at 5 that you see his love for life and how much fun he has regardless of his location! That when I tell you we went to Baltimore for a conference that you see how determined we are for knowledge so that we can advocate for our kids and their conditions. I am not ever telling you this stuff so you can feel sorry for me. I am just answering the question “What have you guys been doing? & “How are your kids?”

Love and appreciation to everybody that I don't have to be "socially acceptable" for! We couldn't do it with out you! 


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

"Cool" Reflections of 2012


As I sit here and reflect on the memories of 2012, the recollection that comes to the forefront of my mind is the incredible, intense, almost irresistible urge that I had to… CUS.
I do not mean “C U Soon”; I mean profanity, swearing and cursing.  But I also don’t mean out loud.  The constant swearing was mostly in my head but I will admit that there was a lot of it.  A cursing mantra would play in my head as I ran to take the chef knife, the bleach or the permanent marker out of little Bubba’s hand.  Swear words would fire off (in my head) as Caller ID warned me of a school calling.  Oh, the examples are endless.

For the most part I don’t think that curse words are really necessary.  In email and on Facebook, cussing seems rude and uncalled for.  So while I will not include any examples of the types of cursing that went on in my head, they are implied because sometimes a properly place swear word can sum the situation up perfectly.  

I am not even sure there is one thing that set the cursing tone for 2012; it just seemed to be a constant dribble of one thing after another, after another, after another.  I realize that everybody’s got something.  I know; I do; I really get it.  I am just tired of mine right now. 
 
I am tired of:
  •  Weekly blood work
  •  Weekly shots
  • Shots in bottoms
  • Weekly infusions
  • Flu
  • Pneumonia(s)
  • Mystery rashes
  • ER visit(s)
  • Doctor visits (Love my medical peeps!)
  • CT scans
  • Bone marrow biopsies
  • Antibiotics
  • Fungal infections
  • Antibiotics that cause fungal infections
  • Ridiculous medical bills
  • People calling my girls “sir”
  • Not being able to have visitors because somebody is always sick
  • Afraid to have visitors because somebody might get sick
  • Washing machines that flood my house
  • Slapping a smile on my face every day because it is what is expected
And I am tired of being right!
I want to be that mom that the doc says (in her head) “Hmmm this mom is off her rocker” and (to my face)”Everything checks out great, see you at your next well-child visit”.  But I am not that mom.  I am the mom that curses in her head because she is right!!!

In all fairness, there were SO many wonderfully, incredible things that happened in 2012 but my inner Alanis Morissette needed to get that "Happy New Year" out.  I will try to keep the cursing down to a minimum both out loud and in my head.