October 7, 2009
Sascha’s update. Okay here we are in fall, the weather is great and I love the overcast. I have always had a love affair with the fall, but never in my life did I think my past feelings would link to my present-for reasons I could never imagine. In my past the excitement stemmed from every selfish feeling you could think of, the smell of harvest, outdoor festivals, Halloween, parties on the patio. Now it’s much more intimate, the ability to watch my daughter play outside. As we witnessed during the summer, she tends to overheat. With the slightest exposure to sun, she rashes out for days. Her body becomes limp after just a few hours. The constant reapplication of sun block is exhausting, “does she have enough on? Is it still on? Will it stay on? Oh crap she just got wet, do you still think it’s on?” This pounds through your mind like the ghetto blaster heard in the 1983 Honda civic with the 22” rims. Yeah don’t even act like you haven’t heard that “joker” blasting Jay Z through every town. Anyway, glad to see the overcast, the cool weather and Sascha’s smile.
She has been amazing with her treatments. She is known as the 4 year old who doesn’t cry. She gets her IV like a champ. They have been more concerned with mommy than daughter. Watching that needle pierce her skin and knowing that it is going through her vain to then be flooded with toxic levels of steroids isn’t exactly a picnic. Sascha however, watches the whole thing. We even had a “gusher”, yeah that’s what I said a GUSHER. Sascha just watched as the blood shot out of her hand, I on the other hand was just praying it didn’t hit the ceiling. Okay we all know it wouldn’t quite make it that far, but in the moment it becomes a different feeling. During the three days of treatment she is definitely tired and sluggish. They mentioned that it may give her a profound jolt shortly after receiving the drug. This part is true, but short lived. What goes up definitely comes down. In this experience it comes down fairly quickly and basically stays down. A couple days after her treatment, she is back 110%, I know you mathematicians cringe at this percentage. The reason I gave it an extra 10% is that she is actually an additional 10% nicer than normal. She is a different child for all the right reasons. It’s fantastic. I just want to show her off like a prized stallion. Especially to all the people she had offended the 4 days before. If you are one of them reading the blog, again sorry.
There has been a lot of snuggling and hugs. She loves this. I have to admit so do I. Just like everything, you have to find the upside to it all. I have found another person in my daughter to which I didn’t know existed. One waits years for their kids to mature to see what they become or who they are. I have had the gift of insight through this. For one, I have never seen her more beautiful, her sneaky smile is not only cute and innocent but it also has a dash of mischief. Her strength is similar to the writings of the Greek warriors. I’m not talking about the women who loved hard and stood up to the hand that slapped them down either. I dare compare her to the men who took down cities, who fought with passion and conviction. This is a four year old who walks into every appointment, not behind me but in front of me. She looks everyone in the eye and studies their every move and learns their position in all of this, their hierarchy. When there is discussions about her, she doesn’t pick up a book and let the adults talk, she sits upright and doesn’t allow herself any distractions. She was getting her infusion yesterday, and we had a new nurse. The nurse was occupied on the phone, when Sascha decides to interrupt her and say in her daintiest of voices, “excuse me miss, are you ever going to check my heart and blood pressure?” Man I wish I could have taken the nurses picture. She gave Sascha a look, it was written all over her face, “this kid isn’t that cute”. Sascha could care less what people think of her. Of course I looked at Sascha as well, and she knew what was coming, she popped her head in my direction and answered my look by saying, “WHAT, it’s true, every 15 min.” You know I couldn’t argue with that.
As far as the other two kids, Diego is still learning to use his voice and fight back. Jazzy is in love with Sascha’s “happy day” and bites her lip on the other ones. She continues to be a very loving sister. We just need to pray for Savvy, this is one dog who is depressed. With all the madness in the home, she is just begging for a belly rub. She went from 5 a day to about 5 a month. It’s not like we don’t notice her, she’s 95 pounds. She started to eat their toys so at least she is getting a little attention now. We just won’t mention what kind of attention.
I will now add a new section to my blog. It is “STEROID MOMENTS”. This is the comic relief moments that we can only blame on the meds. Or that we choose to anyway.
STEROID MOMENT
On Sascha’s second day of infusion we need to pick up some stuff at CVS. Remember she has the IV in her hand that the nurse wraps it up so she remembers that it’s in and doesn’t bump it. Okay with all this said we are checking out at the counter and the 20yr old at the register is looking at Sascha’s arm. I now know that my daughter has been getting a little tired of explaining her situation. All I’m doing at this point is rushing and hoping this cute little 20yr old doesn’t say anything so she is not exposed to Sascha’s wrath. But you know she does…”Hey sweetie, did you break your arm?” Here it goes, Sascha’s words with the stare of Cujo, “UH no, I was POKED, now?, can you stop staring at my arm!” This little 20yr crumbled like a deck of cards, “OHHH, I’m so sorry I wasn’t staring”, Sascha, “UH, yeah you were”. girl “okay I’m sorry” Sascha looking to the left and rolling her eyes, “yeah, okay”. As Jazzy would say, “WELCOME TO MY WORLD”.
Thanks again for taking the time to read my blog. Remember to take all the good with the all bad. God willing, the gift of a new day, a new start, is around the corner. Oh yeah, and there is always VODKA!
Peace and love
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
About Time...
I've started this blog, then erased it about 5 times. I couldn't quite get the words together to express the situation. Sascha is doing well, thank God. She had her first treatment of steroids and chemo the week before last. She definitely did better than her parents. We kept looking at her as though she were made of glass. She would return the look like we were full of crap. Beautiful moment. At least she wasn't flashing that "wish you were dead" look she kept giving the nursing staff. After the first hour, I'm sure she no longer looked that cute to the staff. Needless to say we were given a pass every night to go home. (The cool thing with Scottish Rite is because they don't deal with the red tape of insurance they allow you to sleep in your own bed whenever possible.)
The first time Sascha had any interaction with the nurses, they promised her one stick with her IV. Three sticks later, and the piercing sound of "NOT MY HAND", they were no longer her friends. To Sascha, they were a bunch of hideous liars, and my daughter felt the need to remind them every moment with one glare of her eye. I would like to believe that I have no idea where Sascha gets it from, but as anyone who knows me~including that jackass at the bar in Chicago, my belief would be a joke. That apple never fell far from this tree.
Okay speaking of BIG JOKES, to remind you, Sascha needs the steroid infusion every other week and the chemo once a week. The chemo comes in the form of a shot. Guess who is suppose to administer this shot. YEAH, you guessed it, her parents. What the @#$%! I immediately sent a letter to my man and his squeeze, Barack and Michelle, they need to look into this whole health care system from every angle. Did I mention the letter never really left my mind, just a good thought. In what world is it a good idea for me to give anyone a shot. They should give people an anger management assessment first before a prescription like that is given. I have about 40 friends to back this theory up. After that bobcat sighting in our neighborhood a month ago, a friend suggested I carry a little heat on my morning jogs. I still laugh at the idea of carrying heat period. I can't imagine, I would be whipping it out all the time. Would YOU like to talk back to me oooone more time Jazzy?, Hey Sascha~ say whatever oooone more time!, Go ahead you curly headed boy cry oooone more time, Hey Lonz remember when you were trying to figure out if that girl was from Argentina?. And that's just my family. Now let's picture Alonzo giving a shot... come on, he's been hitting that tequila bottle since he was 10! I know his hands must be shaky as hell. He has about 50 friends that can back this theory up, most of them bought the bottles! Speaking of friends, let us give an Alleluia for Adrienne. My little pediatric ICU nurse friend, what a beautiful person. She came over with her skill and polished that puppy quick. I felt a little weak when she did it, so this only means I am NOT ready. I hope to be ready by Thanksgiving. Let us pray.
The question we have heard the most after "How's Sascha", is how are you guys doing? We are fine. Alonzo looks better every day. At the start he just carried the world on his shoulders. He has always had a special connection with Sascha, her birth was the first thing that made him smile after his moms passing two months prior. He's still quite, but his smile is still lighting up the room and our lives. Jazzy is doing great in school, still full of drama but equally full of love. Diego is finally learning how to defend himself, he is the one who is feeling the side affects of the steroid treatment the most. Pray for Go Go, Sheena Sascha warrior princess is kicking his butt and keeping score. As for myself, I'm doing fine. I enjoy my Lord's sense of humor. Every time I just want to curl up and cry, there is something that reminds me not too. I was worried about Sascha having too many drugs in her system, and friend tells me her mother is in stage 3 of her breast cancer and will have heavy duty doses of chemo. I was sad thinking about this time last year when I was dealing with my father's death, and a friend tells me that his dad was diagnosed with colon cancer and he's been sleeping by his bedside since. Saturday was the one year anniversary of my father's death and it was also the same day a mom from Coppell was burying her four year old son. In short, I really am doing fine. I love my family and friends very much, I don't take them for granted, not for a minute. Every moment counts. Today I prayed for patience because it is the only thing I need. Patience to be a better wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend. Thanks to all for keeping in touch and checking in on my Sascha. She loved all the goodies given to her while she was in the hospital. Very thoughtful and very much appreciated by all of us. With my love always...peace.
The first time Sascha had any interaction with the nurses, they promised her one stick with her IV. Three sticks later, and the piercing sound of "NOT MY HAND", they were no longer her friends. To Sascha, they were a bunch of hideous liars, and my daughter felt the need to remind them every moment with one glare of her eye. I would like to believe that I have no idea where Sascha gets it from, but as anyone who knows me~including that jackass at the bar in Chicago, my belief would be a joke. That apple never fell far from this tree.
Okay speaking of BIG JOKES, to remind you, Sascha needs the steroid infusion every other week and the chemo once a week. The chemo comes in the form of a shot. Guess who is suppose to administer this shot. YEAH, you guessed it, her parents. What the @#$%! I immediately sent a letter to my man and his squeeze, Barack and Michelle, they need to look into this whole health care system from every angle. Did I mention the letter never really left my mind, just a good thought. In what world is it a good idea for me to give anyone a shot. They should give people an anger management assessment first before a prescription like that is given. I have about 40 friends to back this theory up. After that bobcat sighting in our neighborhood a month ago, a friend suggested I carry a little heat on my morning jogs. I still laugh at the idea of carrying heat period. I can't imagine, I would be whipping it out all the time. Would YOU like to talk back to me oooone more time Jazzy?, Hey Sascha~ say whatever oooone more time!, Go ahead you curly headed boy cry oooone more time, Hey Lonz remember when you were trying to figure out if that girl was from Argentina?. And that's just my family. Now let's picture Alonzo giving a shot... come on, he's been hitting that tequila bottle since he was 10! I know his hands must be shaky as hell. He has about 50 friends that can back this theory up, most of them bought the bottles! Speaking of friends, let us give an Alleluia for Adrienne. My little pediatric ICU nurse friend, what a beautiful person. She came over with her skill and polished that puppy quick. I felt a little weak when she did it, so this only means I am NOT ready. I hope to be ready by Thanksgiving. Let us pray.
The question we have heard the most after "How's Sascha", is how are you guys doing? We are fine. Alonzo looks better every day. At the start he just carried the world on his shoulders. He has always had a special connection with Sascha, her birth was the first thing that made him smile after his moms passing two months prior. He's still quite, but his smile is still lighting up the room and our lives. Jazzy is doing great in school, still full of drama but equally full of love. Diego is finally learning how to defend himself, he is the one who is feeling the side affects of the steroid treatment the most. Pray for Go Go, Sheena Sascha warrior princess is kicking his butt and keeping score. As for myself, I'm doing fine. I enjoy my Lord's sense of humor. Every time I just want to curl up and cry, there is something that reminds me not too. I was worried about Sascha having too many drugs in her system, and friend tells me her mother is in stage 3 of her breast cancer and will have heavy duty doses of chemo. I was sad thinking about this time last year when I was dealing with my father's death, and a friend tells me that his dad was diagnosed with colon cancer and he's been sleeping by his bedside since. Saturday was the one year anniversary of my father's death and it was also the same day a mom from Coppell was burying her four year old son. In short, I really am doing fine. I love my family and friends very much, I don't take them for granted, not for a minute. Every moment counts. Today I prayed for patience because it is the only thing I need. Patience to be a better wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend. Thanks to all for keeping in touch and checking in on my Sascha. She loved all the goodies given to her while she was in the hospital. Very thoughtful and very much appreciated by all of us. With my love always...peace.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Medicine Time...
Wow it has definitely been a while. After 3 weeks of absolute craziness, we have a plan. We check into Scottish Rite this Wednesday for three days. During this time they will administer an infusion of chemo and steroids everyday for three days. We are so scared, we are almost mute about the subject. I have felt like throwing up since Friday's appointment. The idea of it all sends a chill down my back. It is a feeling I have never known, a sensation in my heart I can't describe. This time last year I knew my father was dying and I couldn't stop it. I am so glad that I have never been one of those boohoo people that grasp onto the phrase "now what else can possibly happen to me". How shocking a week short of the one year anniversary of my dad's death we will are dealing with this madness. In the last five years, we have lost my mother-in-law, dealt with Diego's hospitalization, lost my brother-in-law, lost my father and now dealing with this disease that is affecting my baby girl. So for those of you reading this, hug your loved ones a little closer or at least call them, don't worry about yesterday and look forward to tomorrow. While we are still breathing, God always gives us another day.
On the bright side of things, Sascha is looking good. She is still giving her siblings crap and making the dog cry. Yeah our dog really cries. The latest is she leashed the dog and tied her up to Diego's bed. She decided during all these appointments she has learned the valid skill of clinical assistance. Guess who her patient was, yeah you guessed it, Savvy. I walked in on her and the dog's ears were down and her tail was between her legs, Sascha on the other hand had a play pot and spatula in her hand. Good timing on my part, I would hate to have known what she would have done with the spatula. Hang in there Savvy, we really are a very loving family. Hey and before I forget, thanks to all who keep helping us with everything. My sister is my rock, thanks so much for taking the time to watch our kiddos so we can focus on Sascha. McKenna & Gary you guys rock for the buddy passes you shot our direction for Carmen to come down and go back. You have saved us some cash. Not to mention hanging with Diego for 5 hours while we dealt with the madness at Scottish Rite. And everyone else who has seen every side of me. I realize that psycho side isn't pretty, so thanks for being patient with me and letting me vent. Also for all of those who have prayed for Alonzo, thank you, he hasn't said anything stupid in a long time. Peace and love always.
I will keep in touch with the rest soon.
On the bright side of things, Sascha is looking good. She is still giving her siblings crap and making the dog cry. Yeah our dog really cries. The latest is she leashed the dog and tied her up to Diego's bed. She decided during all these appointments she has learned the valid skill of clinical assistance. Guess who her patient was, yeah you guessed it, Savvy. I walked in on her and the dog's ears were down and her tail was between her legs, Sascha on the other hand had a play pot and spatula in her hand. Good timing on my part, I would hate to have known what she would have done with the spatula. Hang in there Savvy, we really are a very loving family. Hey and before I forget, thanks to all who keep helping us with everything. My sister is my rock, thanks so much for taking the time to watch our kiddos so we can focus on Sascha. McKenna & Gary you guys rock for the buddy passes you shot our direction for Carmen to come down and go back. You have saved us some cash. Not to mention hanging with Diego for 5 hours while we dealt with the madness at Scottish Rite. And everyone else who has seen every side of me. I realize that psycho side isn't pretty, so thanks for being patient with me and letting me vent. Also for all of those who have prayed for Alonzo, thank you, he hasn't said anything stupid in a long time. Peace and love always.
I will keep in touch with the rest soon.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Our trip to Scottish Rite
Okay I'm not sure how often I can blog, and it is an adjustment to the whole idea of it all. However there was a 4 day lapse because after returning from Chicago I started to notice that Sascha was warm. Warm turned into hot Monday. After basically dumping my poor sister at the airport, we headed to the pediatrician. A swab later, Sascha has strep. I KNEW swimming with all those germs would lead to no good,(HOSP, Hotel, Airport, Airplane, Taxi-I imagine it's like making out with a hooker). I can go ahead and mention that mommy and daddy have now had their steroid shots to further prevent any issues, like a hooker that crap get around and we were not feeling well either. Every time I hear steroids I panic, I just hope I don't look like a character from Madagascar after that damn shot. But anyway, after a phone call from sister to mom, Mom basically calls from Waco and... Grandma to the rescue. THANK GOD!
After only being contagious 24hrs, we received the okay to go to Scottish Rite Children's Hospital. Yesterday was our first appointment to meet their team of doctors and to always learn more about JDM (curejm.com). Oh did I mention it was also Jazzy's 12th birthday~DRAMA. After getting over the fact that she had to wake up so early to go to her sisters appointment the day started fine. She was actually a trooper, no fun to party at the hospital on your bday. Don't worry I am making this up to her on Friday (Again thank God for grandma & Pop). The appointment was interesting, we found out more about treatments and expectations. At this point we may be looking at 3x a week IV infusion treatments every week, until we graduate to every other week. They will be giving her steroids and a small dosage form of chemo. For how long you ask?? My same question, they really can't give you that ans without seeing some results from the treatments. I heard 3yrs and I heard 5 yrs, I asked her to repeat 4 times and I still can't process it effectively. It's a joke. At some point, I really hope this all makes sense, because right now I feel like it's half English and half Russian. It's not the understanding of it mentally but more the block I see myself putting up. I keep catching myself just looking up while these words and scenarios are being whispered in my ear. Surely they are not talking to me, about Sascha, Well *$#@%, REALITY, they are. Drink anyone? No worries I am still on schedule, not before 5pm, not M-TH (unless company or function), only fri and sat, sun optional depending on how fri and sat went :)~my rules since 1997 (yes, after the birth of Jazmine).
So where are we now? Waiting on some tests from Chicago, comparing notes with both Doctors, then we will finalize a plan, hopefully establish a relationship among the doctors and put the plan into motion with the addition of her pediatrician. They want to administer the infusion fairly quickly, so I imagine we will start the beginning of Sept. Yeah that fast. She will be in the hospital for 3 days for the first infusion, this is to see how she reacts with the meds. The rest will be given at home with a home health care worker. We will speak with Scottish Rite on Monday, and Chicago on Wed. of next week. I will again keep you posted and let you know where we are. Thank you so much for the kind words and compliments about my blog, and of course well wishes for my family.
And just to make you laugh~ Alonzo hasn't been completely into the blog thing. He finally reads it and then calls me to tell me "great job on the blog, I've got some positive feedback", always professional my hubby, "positive feedback-whatever". Okay that same night, picture me lying in bed trying to relax after dealing with Sascha's strep, my parents coming into town, my slight fever, Jazzy's bday drama, Diego well being Diego, and Alonzos horse of a dog's hair falling everywhere, HE then kisses me on the head and says, "by the way on the blog you repeated a section, but I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. I thought you may want to know if you didn't catch it, just in case you want to fix it." Now let's take a moment to pray for Alonzo............................................ the next time this brother wants to critique this blog you may be reading about him on another publication. I had a vision of my new steroid injection giving me the super powers I needed to throw him through the window, over the fence and into the empty field behind us. Maybe then he could play hide and seek with a bobcat. But then he would be okay because he too had the super powerful steroid injection that gave him the same super power to take over the bobcat and then go to work tomorrow, we REALLY need the insurance now more than ever. hehehe Have a good one.
After only being contagious 24hrs, we received the okay to go to Scottish Rite Children's Hospital. Yesterday was our first appointment to meet their team of doctors and to always learn more about JDM (curejm.com). Oh did I mention it was also Jazzy's 12th birthday~DRAMA. After getting over the fact that she had to wake up so early to go to her sisters appointment the day started fine. She was actually a trooper, no fun to party at the hospital on your bday. Don't worry I am making this up to her on Friday (Again thank God for grandma & Pop). The appointment was interesting, we found out more about treatments and expectations. At this point we may be looking at 3x a week IV infusion treatments every week, until we graduate to every other week. They will be giving her steroids and a small dosage form of chemo. For how long you ask?? My same question, they really can't give you that ans without seeing some results from the treatments. I heard 3yrs and I heard 5 yrs, I asked her to repeat 4 times and I still can't process it effectively. It's a joke. At some point, I really hope this all makes sense, because right now I feel like it's half English and half Russian. It's not the understanding of it mentally but more the block I see myself putting up. I keep catching myself just looking up while these words and scenarios are being whispered in my ear. Surely they are not talking to me, about Sascha, Well *$#@%, REALITY, they are. Drink anyone? No worries I am still on schedule, not before 5pm, not M-TH (unless company or function), only fri and sat, sun optional depending on how fri and sat went :)~my rules since 1997 (yes, after the birth of Jazmine).
So where are we now? Waiting on some tests from Chicago, comparing notes with both Doctors, then we will finalize a plan, hopefully establish a relationship among the doctors and put the plan into motion with the addition of her pediatrician. They want to administer the infusion fairly quickly, so I imagine we will start the beginning of Sept. Yeah that fast. She will be in the hospital for 3 days for the first infusion, this is to see how she reacts with the meds. The rest will be given at home with a home health care worker. We will speak with Scottish Rite on Monday, and Chicago on Wed. of next week. I will again keep you posted and let you know where we are. Thank you so much for the kind words and compliments about my blog, and of course well wishes for my family.
And just to make you laugh~ Alonzo hasn't been completely into the blog thing. He finally reads it and then calls me to tell me "great job on the blog, I've got some positive feedback", always professional my hubby, "positive feedback-whatever". Okay that same night, picture me lying in bed trying to relax after dealing with Sascha's strep, my parents coming into town, my slight fever, Jazzy's bday drama, Diego well being Diego, and Alonzos horse of a dog's hair falling everywhere, HE then kisses me on the head and says, "by the way on the blog you repeated a section, but I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. I thought you may want to know if you didn't catch it, just in case you want to fix it." Now let's take a moment to pray for Alonzo............................................ the next time this brother wants to critique this blog you may be reading about him on another publication. I had a vision of my new steroid injection giving me the super powers I needed to throw him through the window, over the fence and into the empty field behind us. Maybe then he could play hide and seek with a bobcat. But then he would be okay because he too had the super powerful steroid injection that gave him the same super power to take over the bobcat and then go to work tomorrow, we REALLY need the insurance now more than ever. hehehe Have a good one.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Final Day in Chicago
Well we are back on the airplane flying the friendly skies to Dallas. We luckily landed one of the fancier planes where everyone has their very own TV, so with minimal interaction with each other, all is good. What a day we have had, all I can say is poor Sascha. The poor baby was awaken this morning at 6am with a generous application of numbing cream for the “squishy” parts of her arm. She had to give an urine sample and blood sample before her surgery. After the pure trauma of peeing in a cup we arrived to give a blood sample at 715am. We had to wait a little bit b/c some poor ladies kid was about to completely freak out with the needle and she needed ALL the specifics b/c “he doesn’t take to well to the needle”….UNDERSTATEMENT of the century. We just stood in fright, I almost didn’t let Sascha go next, it sounded like some freak science experiment was happening. Apparently they haven’t heard of the numbing cream, thank you Dr. Carter. Of course she went next and watched the nurse do the whole thing, nurse very impressed with daughter not so much with mom~ I still can’t handle all of that…YIKES! Well after being prepped by all 7 doctors on what to expect and what the result would be, all I can say is…BULLSHIT! Excuse my language, but they made it sound like we would walk into the room and Sascha would still be out, then she would wake up and look at her parents with a half smile and sleepy eyes. Kind of like the movies. Okay, yeah no, after pacing the floors for about an hour and a half they called us back. Let me back it up a bit and tell you about the guy who walked us back, a real nice gentleman who proceeds to tell us about how great the hospital is and how his son was here last year. His son was in the hospital for his third open heart surgery. After looking at the anguish on our face and finding out about Sascha’s procedure, I guess he felt the need to put us in our place. There are always people in a far worse position than you, crazy isn’t it.
Walking into the recovery room we find Sascha sobbing in a fetal position with nurse rubbing her back. There was no half smile or weepy eyes. At this point I could no longer fight back the tears that have been wanting to surface since I found out about her condition. When seeing how vulnerable my baby was, my heart was crushed, I have never seen her in pain or so scared. The sounds coming from her little body were like the music an abandoned puppy with a broken leg on a rainy day would make (oh yeah in an alley). At this point I didn’t notice the tears coming from my eyes, I just noticed the puddle it was making. I never once took my eyes off of her, I didn’t see Alonzo’s face but I could certainly feel his heart break. We just sat in absolute silence for 20min hoping she knew how much we loved her and how sorry we were that she had to do this. Finally after another hit of pain medicine she was better. We stayed in the hospital another hour and then left back to the hotel. This is where we packed our stuff and headed for the airport early. We caught an earlier flt for Dallas, we were anxious to head home. After carrying our juicy booty baby around for hours, and sitting in a cab with no air conditioning for an hour we were ready to be home. The flight was perfect, my kids at home were perfect, my sister was in one piece and my house was clean. At this stage what more could I ask for. I will keep you informed with more info as I receive it in the next couple of weeks. We have an appt on Wed Aug 19th, next week (Happy birthday Jazzy). Take care of each other, peace and love.
Walking into the recovery room we find Sascha sobbing in a fetal position with nurse rubbing her back. There was no half smile or weepy eyes. At this point I could no longer fight back the tears that have been wanting to surface since I found out about her condition. When seeing how vulnerable my baby was, my heart was crushed, I have never seen her in pain or so scared. The sounds coming from her little body were like the music an abandoned puppy with a broken leg on a rainy day would make (oh yeah in an alley). At this point I didn’t notice the tears coming from my eyes, I just noticed the puddle it was making. I never once took my eyes off of her, I didn’t see Alonzo’s face but I could certainly feel his heart break. We just sat in absolute silence for 20min hoping she knew how much we loved her and how sorry we were that she had to do this. Finally after another hit of pain medicine she was better. We stayed in the hospital another hour and then left back to the hotel. This is where we packed our stuff and headed for the airport early. We caught an earlier flt for Dallas, we were anxious to head home. After carrying our juicy booty baby around for hours, and sitting in a cab with no air conditioning for an hour we were ready to be home. The flight was perfect, my kids at home were perfect, my sister was in one piece and my house was clean. At this stage what more could I ask for. I will keep you informed with more info as I receive it in the next couple of weeks. We have an appt on Wed Aug 19th, next week (Happy birthday Jazzy). Take care of each other, peace and love.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Day 3 in Chicago
Man are we tired. It feels like we've been here for 10 days. The good news is that the weather is perfect. After walking most of the day we ended up with a snack by the water. Sascha was able to play in the sand and get her feet wet. The water was soooo cold. I couldn't believe people were in the water, I am officially a Texan. You couldn't have paid me to jump in that water. Okay maybe paid me, but certainly not asked me nicely. We met with the surgeon today, Dr. Madonna (cool name). Sascha will get the muscle biopsy tomorrow at 9am. We heard the basics and almost fainted when we heard that they would remove muscle the size of a marble to the size of a golf ball. GOLF BALL?!?!? That's what I said. I had to ask hollow or solid? She said hollow. But still good God, she's not that big. But the good news is she should bounce back after a couple of hours. Apparently it's easier on the small ones. She asked how we have handled anesthesia in the past, which can indicate how she will do. Let's see I threw up and Alonzo looked like he did that first night in Cancun, drunk as hell. Poor Sascha, genetics are a bitch.
We have a flight back home tomorrow night. It was the only non stop flight. They assured us she would be fine.
We finally had our tequila tonight at a Mexican Rest...yummy. Can I tell you something, I'm originally from the hood outside of Chicago, born in the same hospital as Michael Jackson, if that paints a picture. No really. Anyway I almost went back to my roots at the bar. They let Sascha sit at the bar (love Mexican Rests) and I was behind her waiting for a seat to free up. When the couple next to her moved some little 5ft5" preppy shit snaked the seat. Alonzo made a comment of ppl in the city and of course I made a couple more comments in Spanish; just hoping this fool understood so I could go hood on him (I didn't want to look bad commenting in English where the old ladies next to me could understand-my luck they are undercover nuns and it ruins my chance once again for those pearly gates). Man Alonzo is one lucky guy to have married me :). Well nothing happened, our table was called, I got my second drink and Alonzo gets to keep his perfect reputation one more day. Food was excellent, drinks even better. I will let you know tomorrow how the surgery goes. peace and love
Oh yeah if you are interested in more pics I have posted them on facebook.
We have a flight back home tomorrow night. It was the only non stop flight. They assured us she would be fine.
We finally had our tequila tonight at a Mexican Rest...yummy. Can I tell you something, I'm originally from the hood outside of Chicago, born in the same hospital as Michael Jackson, if that paints a picture. No really. Anyway I almost went back to my roots at the bar. They let Sascha sit at the bar (love Mexican Rests) and I was behind her waiting for a seat to free up. When the couple next to her moved some little 5ft5" preppy shit snaked the seat. Alonzo made a comment of ppl in the city and of course I made a couple more comments in Spanish; just hoping this fool understood so I could go hood on him (I didn't want to look bad commenting in English where the old ladies next to me could understand-my luck they are undercover nuns and it ruins my chance once again for those pearly gates). Man Alonzo is one lucky guy to have married me :). Well nothing happened, our table was called, I got my second drink and Alonzo gets to keep his perfect reputation one more day. Food was excellent, drinks even better. I will let you know tomorrow how the surgery goes. peace and love
Oh yeah if you are interested in more pics I have posted them on facebook.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Day 2
Wow what a day. She did very well with her MRI. They could not sedate her so everyone here had doubts to whether a 4yr can go 30min in a loud machine without moving. They couldn't sedate due to more tests hrs later. She did fantastic and was the talk of the hospital. We were very excited, considering the whole day would be dictated on how well she did with this machine. We then came home and crashed for a couple of hrs. Due back at the hospital at 1pm and we finished at 4:30pm. We were busy the whole time. Totally fell in love with Dr. Pachman and her staff. Super professional and informative. I've never meet a physician so invested from the start. After the end of the day they drew a lot of blood and she just basically fell straight asleep on Alonzo's shoulders. Poor baby she was a trooper. So far we know that the MRI did not show any muscle inflammation at this time. That was GREAT news. She did however show weakness in her neck. Also her hands show signs that she has had this disease for a little while now. Tomorrow we meet with the surgeon and Friday morning we have the muscle biopsy. Friday night we will head back home.
BTW~ The American Girl store was a HUGE hit with Sascha but not so much with Alonzo. He lost about 4 shades of color when he saw the prices. During check-out he didn't look so good. Overall it was a successful day. We are spent. Peace and love.
BTW~ The American Girl store was a HUGE hit with Sascha but not so much with Alonzo. He lost about 4 shades of color when he saw the prices. During check-out he didn't look so good. Overall it was a successful day. We are spent. Peace and love.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Made it to Chicago
We are on our flight to Chicago, it hasn’t gone as smooth as I would have hoped. Since when did American go to EVERYONE help yourself, like a buffet at Golden Corral. Go get your ticket, go get your tags, then go drop off your luggage, oh yeah and don’t forget the $15 fee for your suitcase (what the flip am I paying for???). I imagine if you are solo~cool, but with kiddos COME ON! It’s like bend over BAM and hope you enjoy your flight. During all of this Sascha decides the pee pee is coming all too fast. “Excuse me, where is your nearest restroom?” Oh by the way it's in BFE with exploding toilets (6min walk+closed restroom=major problem). In short, we did a potty on the curb. So if anyone saw us, so sorry, I panicked! I did have wet wipes in my purse :).
Tomorrow at 730am is her first fix, MRI, she has to stay still for 30min under a loud machine with no sedation, oh yeah and only one parent in the room. PERFECT! They do not want any medication in her because they will need blood work and other tests at 1pm. Also we will need to extend our stay until Sat., because her Dr. insists on a muscle biopsy here in Chicago. I already went through the story of Princess Tutu, the strongest princess in the world. Our first installment is the princess being trapped in a cave for 30 min in order to save all of the tiny warriors from big animals. She was tutu strong. Are you feeling me yet? I guess princess will need to take a dagger that pierces her bicep? It needs some work. The good thing is, American Girl store is about .4miles away from the hotel. This will be our saving grace. I will keep in touch with more soon...
Tomorrow at 730am is her first fix, MRI, she has to stay still for 30min under a loud machine with no sedation, oh yeah and only one parent in the room. PERFECT! They do not want any medication in her because they will need blood work and other tests at 1pm. Also we will need to extend our stay until Sat., because her Dr. insists on a muscle biopsy here in Chicago. I already went through the story of Princess Tutu, the strongest princess in the world. Our first installment is the princess being trapped in a cave for 30 min in order to save all of the tiny warriors from big animals. She was tutu strong. Are you feeling me yet? I guess princess will need to take a dagger that pierces her bicep? It needs some work. The good thing is, American Girl store is about .4miles away from the hotel. This will be our saving grace. I will keep in touch with more soon...
Monday, August 10, 2009
From the start
Fantastic I'm finally a blogger. Did I even spell it correctly? Anyway, I've decided this is a perfect way to keep everyone up to date about our family and Sascha's new chapter. If you didn't know by now, our little precious Sascha has been diagnosed with Juvenile Dermatomyositis. In short it is basically an autoimmune disease that affects her face with a visual rash (along with hands, knees and elbows). The scary part is she also may/or has the experience with muscle inflammation.
Tomorrow we leave for Chicago and Wed. morning Sascha's has her MRI done for JDM. We are super scared and not sure what to expect. Dr. Pachman is apparently the best in her field dealing with JDM. We get to meet her and her staff in the afternoon. She may be poked for a few hours but hopefully it is something that the great American Girl store can fix for us. She has been wanting that doll for a year now. Sascha isn't sure what to expect on this visit but is super excited to travel without her siblings. She asked Diego if he would be sad and miss her, his response "hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, NO." Her response, "Hmmm, I didn't expect that answer, that makes me kind of sad."
So after I know more we will let you know more. Thanks to so many of you for your prayers and well wishes via text, email and phone. It really does mean a lot. Also if you are in town and Carmen calls you, pls answer, we left her behind with Jaz and Diego. We just hopes she survives.
So in short, Sascha is doing great and still a smarty pants. Diego still loves to play and is full of hugs and kisses. Jazzy is still wondering why her mom is so strict and planning new ways not to clean.
We hope to make this journey through in one piece.
peace and love always
miranda (Doris for you old schoolers :))
Tomorrow we leave for Chicago and Wed. morning Sascha's has her MRI done for JDM. We are super scared and not sure what to expect. Dr. Pachman is apparently the best in her field dealing with JDM. We get to meet her and her staff in the afternoon. She may be poked for a few hours but hopefully it is something that the great American Girl store can fix for us. She has been wanting that doll for a year now. Sascha isn't sure what to expect on this visit but is super excited to travel without her siblings. She asked Diego if he would be sad and miss her, his response "hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, NO." Her response, "Hmmm, I didn't expect that answer, that makes me kind of sad."
So after I know more we will let you know more. Thanks to so many of you for your prayers and well wishes via text, email and phone. It really does mean a lot. Also if you are in town and Carmen calls you, pls answer, we left her behind with Jaz and Diego. We just hopes she survives.
So in short, Sascha is doing great and still a smarty pants. Diego still loves to play and is full of hugs and kisses. Jazzy is still wondering why her mom is so strict and planning new ways not to clean.
We hope to make this journey through in one piece.
peace and love always
miranda (Doris for you old schoolers :))
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