Tiny Salutations

Tiny Salutations


Sunday, September 6, 2015

Health update: Emotions of serious illness and dying

In the last two weeks things have gone downhill.  I am very sick.  This is possibly the sickest I have been.  I am in a myasthenic crisis.  This is a serious complication from myasthenia gravis, my neuromuscular autoimmune disease.  Basically, in myasthenia gravis, the signal from your nerve to your muscle is interrupted by antibodies from your immune system (that are made by accident).  A myasthenic crisis is when myasthenia gravis becomes so intense that it seriously interferes with your ability to breathe.  My lungs are only operating at about 30% or so.  I am getting extreme headaches from low oxygen every day.  Unfortunately, low oxygen headaches cannot be treated with pain medicine. It just doesn't work. 
In the hospital
I was sent to be admitted to the hospital.  The University hospital had no beds, so I was sent to the local hospital.  I was pretty unimpressed with the local hospital.  They sent me home after only 6 hours, no treatment, and no improvement.  They said there was nothing they could do for me locally.  Instead of transferring me, they sent me home, since they didn't have the resources to treat me there and still no beds were available elsewhere.  The part that I was unhappy with was that my vitals are not good, even when I arrived in triage, and they never put me on a monitor to watch my vitals.  Even after doctors stating that they were not that great.  My heart is working way too hard to try to keep my body going.  My blood pressure is high, and my heart rate is well over twice what it should be.  Several doctors have said that it is because my body is under such strain trying to keep me alive that my heart has to work much too hard. 
A plethora of needle pokes
I saw a local neurologist, who said I was too complex to be treated in his practice or even the local hospital.  I am used to being told I am too complex.  There are few people who have five autoimmune diseases and so many serious complications, and I am often passed on.  I appreciate the honesty, but at the same time, someone needs to try something.  The neurologist did some basic strength testing, all of which I failed.  He wanted to admit me to a neurology ICU in another nearby city.  I made the decision to wait for now, but will probably be admitted to the ICU in a few days if I am still in this condition (which is likely), or sooner if I get worse.  The concern is that my lungs will get worse, and I will stop breathing and not begin again.  I will likely need to add another stronger chemotherapy and have plasma exchanges, where they take out my sick blood and replace it with someone else's healthy blood.  I have not stopped breathing while awake in about a week.  Nearly two weeks ago I stopped breathing several times while awake, which is quite serious.  I continue to use a machine at night to keep me breathing while sleeping, although some nights it is not adequate. A few times I have had nights where I stopped breathing twenty times per hour, some of those times being several minutes long (once nearly ten minutes).
My machine keeping me breathing
My quality of life kinda stinks right now.  I am confined to bed and have been for a little over two weeks.  I have been unable to take photographs, which is a fundamental part of my life, since I have been mostly unable to leave my bed.  When I need to get out of bed and transfer to my wheelchair or the bathroom, I get entirely winded.  That small movement is like I tried to run as fast as I could.  My lungs struggle so hard that I start to pass out sometimes from lack of oxygen.  My hearing and vision also struggle.  It is difficult to read, another fundamental part of my life, because my eyes get tired and spasm or blur into double vision.  I can basically only watch movies in bed.  In the last three days I have been able to sometimes stand on my own though, so little things, you know.

Right now, we just don't know what to expect for the future.  I have started to teach my husband how to manage the things I have always done, like finances, insurance, Layne's health stuff, paperwork, just in case.  I still may get better, but I may not.  They said they didn't think I would leave the hospital when I had Layne, so the time I have already had has been a gift.  It seems that I just continue to grow more sick.  Family has talked with me about planning for the future in the event that I don't make it much longer.  They have been the ones to ask.  It is that obvious, even to others that don't feel what it feels like to live in my failing body, that dying is a possibility.

My life has significantly changed, especially in the last six months.  A few years ago I used to hike every day, and easily hiked 20 miles a week.  I was hardly home and walked in the wild with all my free time.  Along the shore, in the mountains, in old growth forests.  I had a vision of how my life, and motherhood, would be.  I would make discoveries in science that would open people's hearts to conservation, and I would spend all of my days walking in the wild with my son and show him all of the wonderful things I knew about the world.  He would be amazed and would fall in love with nature as I had.  Life changes.  Expectations of the future and of motherhood are not always possible. 
I made this sketch a while back.  I wanted to capture my dreams on paper, since as an artist I am better at showing my dreams in pictures than in writing.  This is how I would imagine my perfect life- on the ground showing my son all the amazing things the world holds among the wild places with my husband and ancient dog at my side.  A reality that even if I live another 10 years, is not possible in my ailing body, although a dream that I still cannot give up completely.
I am left with the idea of 'what do I want to do in the world?'.  I've always imagined I would do something important. Something that made a difference in peoples' lives.  I have made a family.  I have created a child, someone so beautiful, and I have loved him so much.  He will know that.  I try to feel that that is enough.  But it is hard to feel that way.  It is hard to let go of my idea of the life I will never have, even if I live another 10 years.  The life where I make discoveries, where I make a difference, where I impact the lives of those who need it, where I feel like I have done something my family can be proud of, something God will be proud of, something that I can say I used my life well.  Everyone wants to have done something meaningful in their lives.

Both of my siblings are having babies, and it hits close to home.  Many women that have unhealthy babies, and are unable to have any healthy children, struggle with their family and friends having healthy children.  Many have told me that they can't even see their pregnant friends or photos, because it is too painful.  Those emotions are quite complicated.  So far I have been overjoyed with my friends having children.  My best friend just had a baby, and I was very happy for her and happy they were both healthy.  However, when it is family, and both of my siblings, the emotions are complex.  Particularly when I am so sick.  It feels cruel and unfair that others who do not plan for children can grow and have families, while I would have loved to plan a family and stay here and grow up with them.  Especially when others complain about pregnancy symptoms.  I would have loved feeling my son kick or getting big and round, and I rejoiced in getting nauseous knowing it was from my precious son.  These feelings do not come from a place of anger or malice, but from a place of grief, sadness, and loss. While I am happy for my family, it also comes with a painful grief that I did not previously feel with my friends' children.  A grief that while the rest of my family grows and works toward their dreams in life, I continue to diminish and lose my dreams in life.  I still adore their children, love their photos, and celebrate with them.  This recent deterioration in my body has created feelings of loss that I just didn't feel before.

I may be dying, but I may not.  It is difficult to know.  If I continue to deteriorate in the way I have been, the future does not look good.  Doctors do not know what should be done and don't agree on treatment and outcomes, but so far they have all agreed that I am not in a good place, and I am seriously ill.  With this piece of knowledge, it is difficult not to think of the future and what it holds for our family.
My amazing superhero
I have some updates on Layne's health as well.  He will be getting a surgery sometime in the near future.  We are still trying to figure out what the best timing would be.  They are unsure as to what exactly he will require until he is sedated.  They suspect he will need surgery just above and just below his vocal chords.  Just above his vocal chords, he has an anatomical issue that prevents his airway from being closed while he drinks.  That is why he aspirates (drinks into his lungs).  It is either a congenital cleft (I have some cleft birth defects) or damage from being intubated for so long.  Below his vocal chords, they suspect he has a hardening and narrowing of his airway.  This would help explain why he has stopped breathing so much, particularly the times where he has had to receive emergency treatment to begin breathing again.  He may also need some additional tissue removed from his lower airway to open it up more.
Since he has had so much trouble with getting worn out and tired after only a short period of activity, he also underwent an echocardiogram.  He has had some heart defects, so we were checking for any other reasons besides lung disease that he may fatigue so easily.  At physical therapy, he only lasts about 20 minutes, then gets tired and sits in the swing for the rest of the time (on a good day where he doesn't meltdown).  Aside from getting blood drawn, the echocardiogram was his least favorite thing ever.  He screamed and had to be restrained.  We do not have any results yet. 

I realize this blog post is full of emotions, many of which may make those reading uncomfortable.  I aim to be real and open about those emotions that accompany serious chronic illness and the possibility of a limited lifespan.  I may come out of this crisis and I may not, but the emotions that are felt are very real and are felt not only by me, but by those around me.  I am not asking for anything.  I just want to open a window into my life and share so that other families facing serious illness may be able to understand each other better and not feel alone.