A Better Place

It has almost been a month since Katie was discharged from the hospital. Knock on wood, she is in a much better place than she has been in the last few months. We have made more medication adjustments but very slowly to decrease side effects. She is eating more and sleeping better. Her balance has improved as well.

We had a follow up last week with Neurosurgery. We haven’t been followed by them since she had her VNS implanted. With the worries about changes in the brain and CT scans from her last hospital stay, we wanted to be sure all was well and no further testing would be needed. The appointment went well and he recommended she have another quick CT scan while we were already at Duke. He wanted a scan done while she was doing well to compare to the scans done in the hospital. Thank God! Thank you all for the prayers, cards, emails and meals. We really appreciate it.

We have one more appointment at the end of the month. This will be a follow-up with the GI/Liver doctor. I am certain they will get labs done to see how the liver enzymes are behaving. I’m sure the other main reason for the appointment is to check on her reflux issues and see if she has put on some weight in the past month.

Katie has been back in school full time since mid February. The restrictions have lightened a bit to allow some in-person learning for all grades. We will see if it sticks. Roy Cooper may decide to throw another curve ball. Last week Nathan got to go Thursday and Friday. For now, the plan for the remainder of the school year is to learn virtually M-W and attend class Thursdays and Fridays. If you ask him about it he will tell you in his words “this is exhausting”. I can’t say I blame him. Getting up at 5am to shower and put on real clothes to go sit in a classroom for hours does sound pretty exhausting. Especially after waking 15 minutes before class to log on to a virtual session. The commute is 20 feet from your bedroom, the snacks are endless and you get to use your very own private bathroom. Such is life. Pre, during and post pandemic – he can say he has experienced it all and he gives in-person learning 1 star.

Many have inquired how I’m doing. I am great actually. I am glad Katie seems to be heading in the right direction and restrictions are lightening up. I have been trying to get to the gym as much as I can. Virtual learning and doctor appointments have not been very conducive to getting back in shape. I am just happy my tiny gym is open. They are only open in the mornings and the class sizes are limited but its great just to have the option of going when I can. It is usually the same 5 or 6 of us that are consistent these days.

One young mom in our small crew is there every day for at least 2 hours. I call her Gym Barbie. Gym Barbie is golden blonde and very perky. She comes with matching workout clothes and glittery bag. In her bag you will find a Premier Chocolate Protein carton, earbuds, workout gloves, towel and gallon-sized turquoise water bottle with matching turquoise straw (very environmentally friendly). Other accessories included but are sold separately: white Land Rover, treadmill, free weights and more matchy match yoga/workout clothes and shoes. She’s adorable and very fit.

Then there is me. I definitely do not have my own Barbie inspiration. If fact I barely remember how to behave in social situations. I usually shlep my way in from the parking lot fumbling with my keys, water bottle and bag. My hair is in a curly knot on top of my head. My clothes do not match. My shoes do not match my workout clothes. My sweat towel does not match my clothes or shoes. My gym bag does not match my shoes, towel or workout clothes. I hop on the exact same treadmill each and every workout. To keep myself motivated I treated myself to wireless earbuds so I can watch TV on my phone while I’m on the treadmill. I would never make it through cardio otherwise.

My show of choice for these hour long cardio sessions has been Impractical Jokers. Yes, I know that makes me very mature. If you aren’t familiar, the premise of the show is 4 guys that grew up together film each other doing ridiculous pranks. They take turns for instance working at a fast food drive-thru or the reception desk of a doctor’s office with an earpiece and have to say what the others tell them to say. If you can’t say or do what they tell you, you lose. If you lose you are punished with doing something even more outrageous. I know it sounds dumb. It is dumb. I have the maturity of a teenage boy. But in the name of working out – whatever gets the job done is what gets the job done.

The only problem I have encountered in my routine is that I forget where I am some days. A few weeks ago, I was really feeling strong and pushing myself. I was definitely in the ZONE working out and watching my show. I was feeling good. Next thing I know there was a scene that got me so tickled that I cackle laughed, snorted, peed a little and then almost went flying the back of the treadmill. Good news it I managed to keep my balance and because I’m such a hot mess anyway no one even seemed to notice or care. Yay me!

That’s all I got this time, friends. Stay tuned. Anything can happen tomorrow. The possibilities are endless. Stay well.

‘Sup Ghandi

Journal entry by Barbara Bradley — May 6, 2015

The seizures are creeping back in. She has mostly been having the look of panic and pupil dilation sometimes followed with a gag and/or a yawn, but we hadn’t heard any screaming seizures since our trip to Baltimore a couple weeks ago. Well, until last night. I suppose we always know it’s coming when she vomits her medicines. It happened right before bed (after giving the meds almost 2 hours before). If she throws up her meds within 30 minutes we re-give them but not after they have been in her system for a couple hours because you can’t be sure how much medication has absorbed.

I heard back yesterday from Duke. Again, I suppose we already knew what was coming. After getting more information from Johns Hopkins, they are putting the option of a complete anatomical surgery on the table but prefer to just insert a shunt at this time. Again, they are more on the conservative side which I appreciate but let’s solve the core problem instead of a band aide. Her pressure only goes up when she is having the screaming seizures. If we can gain better control or hopefully eliminate the seizures then the pressure wouldn’t go up in the first place.

Ultimately we know the decision is on us as her parents. I have gone ahead and asked them to get the ball rolling to secure a spot on the schedule for the procedure because this will take more staff and longer time-frame to coordinate. I don’t have any details yet. I assume we will have to follow-up directly with the surgeon again to discuss.

Go big or go home. I don’t think we should cower down to our fears at this point. The events leading us to here were no mistake. When I spoke with the clinical coordinator for the neurologist at Johns Hopkins and they agreed immediately to see her so quickly, that wasn’t just chance. It wasn’t just chance that he spelled out what our gut had been telling us from the return of these latest seizures. That said, this decision weighs heavily on our hearts and minds.

I am working on balancing and managing life. Lots of moving parts. I know somewhere in all the many parts it is important to take time out for me. I have tried many things but thought I would give meditation a go. Be still and listen. That’s when we find our path. Right? or something like that…

The idea of meditation is different for everyone depending on their beliefs, but at the core it is a clearing of the mind. 

However, in reality, my mind is never really clear. My mind is a constant steam of thoughts like a remote control channel surfing; bombarded with tasks, ideas and useless fears and worries.

It starts in a good place. Lately I try to arrive at Katie’s school about half an hour before dismissal in hopes of finding a calm moment tucked away in a small space without the tasks of chores tugging at me. I begin with soft music and breathing and even visual images behind closed eyes. Again, it starts in a good place.

Breathe in…breathe out…I can totally do this…(someone parks next to me)…just breathe..I should just take a peak. I might know them and if I don’t look that would be rude….I could just look and wave…it is the least a decent person could do…uuugh….keep your eyes closed and listen to your breathing…inhale…exhale….inhale…exhale….I am totally meditating right now. I am really doing it….I bet my third eye is even winking at me….stop it!…can’t you just sit and be still for 5 minutes?….is that so hard?….I just have to open my eyes a little and see who is parked next to me. I knew it! It’s that woman. The one that got a handicap hang tag circa 1970 that likes to steal the parking spots from disabled children trying to go to school and get an education. Making my poor baby walk across the parking lot carrying her 25 pound backpack in her tiny heart covered leg orthotics. A riot would happen if I did that to you but no worries lady. That woman!

Ha! Who got here first today?! It’s ’bout to get cray cray up in this swag wagon. Huh…that’s what I’m talkin’ bout. There’s a new van in town, sista. I got some Blues Clues playin’ on the DVD and some easy listening crooning through the speakers (at a reasonable decibel for safe commuting, of course). Riding low and smooth with 47 cup holders, some goldfish crackers, push-button lift gate….and Bluetooth. Talking minivan. Bet she don’t meditate. That’s right. Word to your mother. Ok, calm down, Vanilla Ice. I think my inner voice just flashed a gang sign. Who knew I did some time in the slammer and apparently joined a gang.

Wait..that’s not of even her. I know her! (Rolling down window and waving enthusiastically) Hey, Jenny!!! How’s it goin’ girl? How’s your momma doin’? …..That’s good. I’m just in here meditatin’. I gotta go get back to bein’ still. Talk at ‘cha later! Byyyye!’

Geez….where was I…this is stressful. I need one of my nerve pills….

Where was I….oh yes, meditating..meditating like a Boss…..focus…ok, try counting your breaths….that’s what it said in that yoga article I was reading…I think…the phone rang and it was one of those automated reminder calls from the dentist so I technically didn’t finish it but the chic on the front cover had a really cute outfit..I don’t know how she did that thing with her leg but…..wait…when is that appointment?….I should just peak at my planner….really..my eyes would only be open for a second…I could keep breathing and everything..I can’t have peace until I at least check…what if its today?….

COME ON!! STOP IT!….Maybe if I just change my music to white noise. That’s is it….bubbling brook….that is nice…..inhale…count….hold…4,5…exhale…..3,4….I am a total rockstar..if there is an award to win for best meditator I would definitely get it.. I am sitting on a mountain with Ghandi himself….we are sooooo meditating right now……look at him…. listen to that stream…dang it…I kinda need to pee now….stupid trickling waterfall…..I bet Ghandi doesn’t have to pee…bet he peed before he hiked the mountain….bet he checked his calendar too..fed a homeless child…..uuugghh…inhale…exhale…inhale…good grief this is like the longest 3 minutes ever! I am so not doing this right and now I have officially wasted 3 minutes……I can really do a lot in 3 minutes….I could have put a load of laundry in the wash, confirmed that dental appointment….peed before I left the house…speaking of…why did I chose this underwear….oh…cuz of the yoga pants….yoga slash meditation pants….I am dressed for this moment….a professional meditator……stop it. (Ghandi just tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to leave if I don’t stop thinking and fidgeting)..I know! the nerve… this waterfall is open to anyone…it is a free country…. I suppose he is right..I should be still….ouch!…I think I pulled my chakra….

Just listen to the water…it is lovely and peaceful….there…inhale….exhale….inhale….exhale…I did it. I totally meditated…..I am so doing this again tomorrow…well, unless I am taking the kids to the dentist…in that case…the day after…Man, I am like a new woman. Plus, I’m starting to sweat and I think I’m sitting on a rock. “Psssst! Wake up Ghandi, let’s blow this mountain top, find a taco stand and get pedicures. Your feet are awful. My treat.”

Reminded of a dear friend’s daughter. Kids know how to keep it real. Her mother asked her if she wanted to do some yoga together so they could relax and find inner-peace. Minutes in the daughter said, “Can’t we just skip to the inner-peace part?”

That’s the modern world in a nut shell. Instant gratitude. Give me what I want and give to me now and don’t make me work for it.

I don’t know a lot and still struggle every day to do this myself but all I know is have a plan and strive for a goal, but don’t forget to be present or you miss the view along the way.