Monday, February 25, 2013

Nightmares

We have been racking up on sleepless nights. The diagnosis is a simple runny nose. The symptoms are continuous coughing, gagging on post nasal drip, and the vomiting. We are burning through sheets, pjs, and carpet cleaner, but this is nothing new. This is every runny nose and something that is par for course around here.

I am a light sleeper, I hear everything. A blessing and a curse. I am usually awaken by coughing. I lay there listening, try to gage how bad it is and where it's going. Then the alarm sounds. Wrapped around Maaike's big toe is a laser sensor, glowing red, sending second by second oxygen levels and heart rates. If the numbers are below satisfactory the alarm starts to sound. Still I lay in bed. I'm waiting to see if the alarm stops, maybe caused by a long breath or a kick of the foot. I wait for two sounds of the alarm, if it goes to a third I'm up at her bed side. But last night there was no cough or alarm that woke me at this moment. This time she was calling for me, yelling for mommy.

When I got to her crib she was visibly unset. I started to brush back her crazy locks with my hand and asked her what was the matter.

"Bad dream. I had a bad dream."
"Oh no." I said, "What happened?"
"My friends were making fun of me."
My heart sank.

I continued to smooth back her hair until she was back to sleep. I climbed back into my bed too, but I couldn't fall back to sleep for she had just spoken of one of my worst nightmares.

Miss Maaike is only two years old, three in May, so I can only imagine she was repeating something she heard one of her siblings say or that she was speaking of being teased in the most general sort of way, but I can't imagine that this is the last time I will hear those words and it will mean the most specific and hurtful sort of way.

The momma bear in me wants to protect her from every stare or rude comment. I want to get vigilantly on any kids on the play ground who point or tease. But I know, "sigh", I know I can't.

I cannot be the sword of revenge. I must be the voice of confidence. I cannot be the wrath of undeserved pains. I must be the love of healing. I cannot be there for every unkind thing done. But I will strive to prepare her to know of her beauty, to be radiant, to be strong.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Devil You Know and Pre-preparing for decannulation

One day at the library we happened to chance upon this book.


It is a charming tale, with wonderful illustrations, about a family with a little devil.  At first the family is overwhelmed at the disruptions the naughty little devil creates in their lives and can think of nothing worst than life with him.  Then one day there is a knock at the door.  A tiny and smartly dressed devil is there with the offer of getting rid of their little devil and in turn she will move in and kept house for them.  The family resists at first, but then their little devil does something to send them over the edge.  Their little naughty devil is banished and the new one moves in taking over the entire house and causing absolute pandemonium.  The book is written after and holds true to the old idiom, "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't."

When Maaike first got her trach, at 1 month old, it was the devil.  It changed everything about our lives, where we lived, what we could do, where we could go, our dreams and adventures were turned on their heads, and for awhile I wasn't sure how we would ever recover.  But, with time and familiarity her trach became "the devil we knew."  It still very much changes our lives, but I'm not afraid of it anymore and in deed I am thankful that a little devilish piece of plastic preserved her life and allowed Maaike to bring us the immeasurable joy she has.

I have dreamed about the day when Maaike would be decannulated and we could throw her traches in the trash.  I have longed for the days when we don't have to divide our family activities, but we can all go together, cold and flu season or not.  It seems too good to be true that those days may be coming upon us.  And to be honest, I am terrified.  Could we be trading the devil we know for something much worse?

I fear sudden swellings and flareups with no sure airway.  I fear surgery and recoveries without easy access.  I fear it is too early.  I fear emergency phone calls and CPR.  I fear the worst.  I fear my fears.  I fear the unknown.

on the way home from her last appointment with a baggy full of fashion coordinating trach caps

Maaike calls her trach caps "bottle caps".   She is adorable.  And, she is doing well with them.  The process is pretty quick.  Start with 2 minutes the first day, then 4 the next, and continue to double each day.  In the span of a couple of weeks you come to having the trach capped for eight hours a day.  We are almost there. The next step is a capped sleep study at the hospital.  This will be very telling to whether she is really ready or not.  If the answer is "Yes" then they basically pull out the trach and stick a band aid over it.  In 15 minutes it will start to heal itself.  Unlike an earring hole, a trach hole or stoma, doesn't patch itself into permanency, it is an open wound held open only by the trach and once the trach is removed it will start to heal itself. Amazing really.

So here we are, familiar and resolved in a trached life that looks to be turned up on its head again.  I suppose we will adapt as we did before and always have.  I suppose I most fear a false sense of hope, but whether I am ready or not I have a marvelously spunky two year old who has grown and overcome against so many odds and if she is ready then I will be along for the ride.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Who are you? I think we should meet.

Pageviews by Countries

Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers
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Are there a lot of traches in Russia?  How did you find your way here? What were you searching for? Did you find it?  Do you have a trach?  Does your child?  With this blog being such a niche blog I am curious about who you are. I have been amazed at how many hits a day I have been averaging. Blow away at my total page views.  I would have guessed a hundred a year, not 15,000. I would love to know who you are and just how or why you ended up here, even if it was by mistake.  So please take just a moment and leave a comment.  I'd love you meet you. I'll start:

 Hi, my name is Rian.  I have a daughter with a trach, she has lymphatic and vascular malformations.  I started this blog so I wouldn't feel so alone in our journey.  I'm thrilled to meet you.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The difference a year makes

This photo was taken on Halloween 2011, the cutest Yoda ever.  Maaike was one month out from her first sclero therapy treatment (Sept 29, 2011).  

Over then next year we would:
Sclero  of neck Nov 18, 2011
Sclero of neck and base of the tongue Feb 16, 2012
Dental restoration March 30, 2012
MRI April 4, 2012
Tongue reduction May 14, 2012
Coblation and Yag laser August 13, 2012

Here we are one year later, Halloween 2012.
It is amazing the difference a year can make.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Preparing to hibernate: the beginning of cold and flu season


Dear Friends,

I have missed you.  I'm sorry I've been gone for so long.  I promise I haven't been idol.  We moved. Again. It was our 4th move in 2 and a half years.  I'm staying put now. Forever.  If you are new to this blog or have just forgotten while I left you hanging here is the recap:

March 2010 sell everything, rent out our house, and move to Beijing China
May 2010 have a baby in China and rush back to the States with her to wage war on lymphatic cysts
July 2010 husband and two other kids move back from China with the suitcases of what we have left
August 2010 move into 120 year old farm house as the house we own is still under contract
July 2011 move back into the house we owned only to realize it doesn't fell like our house anymore
July 2012 move up the mountain to the house where I wish to remain until the day I die. Really.

So much has happened with Maaike as well.  She has healed up nicely from her tongue reduction and is making real strides with the Passey-Muir valve.  We did a coblation laser treatment to her tongue and lip that caused massive swelling and in the end produced no results.  We are gearing up to have her tonsils and adenoids out in December to help open up her air way a little more.  And some other stuff that I can't remember.

But, what I really want to talk to you about is hibernation.  I'm worried this year.  In years past she was too small to notice that she was always left behind.  She never cried when we the rest of us went off to a holiday party, Sunday church meetings, or the grocery store.  This year she is painfully aware.  Her first questions of the morning are usually: "You not going?" and "I going too?" 

I'm not sure how to handle it.  I have ramped up the crafts and books, but I'm wondering what you do.  Any suggestions?  I'm thinking about getting a little indoor slide for her for Christmas. I'm wondering about trying to find someone to come and do a gymnastics class at our house.  Or dance? Maybe art lessons? Something that is her special thing.  I'm wondering if I can find a fun 12 to 16 year old that would want to do it.  Brainstorming phase here.  Any other ideas?

It is hard to be so protective when she is doing so well.  I want to take her everywhere and let her experience everything.  I have to remind myself that this year we don't have the protection of the synergist vaccines (RSV vaccine) and that she still got RSV with the vaccine last year, though thanks to the vaccines it was mild. But, we have to do what we have to do.  And more than just enduring it I want us to enjoy it.  Time to put on our thinking caps and work together.




Tuesday, July 24, 2012

When business cards get personal

Indulge me for a moment while I send you on a copy and pasting journey:

DC Friend: "I had this idea of making some business cards for Maaike. Maybe a couple of different ones. A sweet one that tells a little about Maaike and her story that you can hand to courious strangers. And one that says "F- OFF!" when you've had enough."

Me: "Fantastic! We'd love them!"

DC Friend: "Hey Sweetie! I'm working on Maaike's business cards, and want to include some information about things she likes. Can you tell me a couple of simple things? Maybe she likes music or warm water - or whatever it is. One of the things I'm thinking of including is that she loves being with her big brother and big sister!! Will totally let you see / approve the cards before they get printed so you get final word on everything!" 


Me: " Let's see... Maaike is such a champ. She totally rolls with whatever we throw at her. She loves doing whatever her big brother or sister is doing. She loves to swing. Her favorite song is "The Wheels on the Bus" that she plays non stop on the I-pad. She loves playing in the bath, but not getting her hair washed. She is really witty and gets a kick out of teasing us. If anyone is coming in the front door she runs and hides, usually under a blanket in middle of the living room so that she will quickly be found. Her favorite food is chocolate milk and since her last surgery, the tongue reduction, she is learning how to kiss with her lips." 


Can't wait to see what she is coming up with! She is an amazing friend.


Then tonight I read this: In the Hot Seat at This Little Miggy Stayed Home


And I commented this: "Can totally relate. I want people to feel free to ask questions about our daughter, but sometimes I just want to talk about trashy TV too. We just moved again so the questions are all stirring up again. Last week we were invited to a birthday party as a family, but the birthday boy admitted to our older daughter that he didn't want Maaike to come because he was scared of her. We of course brought her anyway, but its a work in progress. I know one mom in your SNS posted about business cards for SN kids. Ironically a few days earlier and friend of mine in DC offered to make some for me. I'm hoping the cards will be a great way to allow families to discuss differences and how differences are beautiful. So that when we find ourselves in the next playground situation I can pull out a business card, hand it to the kid and say "Go have your mom read and explain this to you. It'll answer your questions and tell you how special our little one is."



Sunday, July 8, 2012

A tale of two tongues: the tongue reduction

The week leading up to Maaike's tongue reduction was over shadowed with nerves.  Every time I looked at her protruding sweetness I felt sad.  The surgery was a necessary evil in my eyes.  I want her to have everything our other kids have.  I don't want her to have to go through more dental surgeries and a possible jaw surgery, so of course we are going to do it, but I am sad to lose a piece of the girl we love so much.  I think my husband said it best. "Part of me selfishly wants her back the way she was, which was perfect to me." 


For the first time Maaike went back to surgery on time, even a bit early, but as always everything took longer than expected and our hour and a half wait turned into a nail biting 2 hours and 15 minutes.  Now I realize that in the scheme of things a tongue reduction is small potatoes to what some babies are going through, but on this day it felt very big to us.  When I finally got called back to see her the adrenalin powered me through the first ten minutes to get her calmed down and laying back in bed... and then I felt the blood drain from my face and I alerted the nurse as I lowered my self in a chair and I temporarily lost my hearing.  Thank goodness for apple juice.Here are her before and afters:




We stayed in the hospital for 6 days while she readjusted, fought fevers, and vomiting, and we all took a giant sigh of relief to be on the other side.





Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Making the decision to snip the tip




Since the time that Maaike was born it was clear that her tongue was too big.  Such a crazy thing.  A abnormality that I would have never thought of.  What was unclear was what needed to be done about it.  Would she grow into it?  Would it grow bigger with her? Would it function? Could we chemically shrink it? Would we have to medically remove some of it?  I prayed and hoped and wished on stars that we could avoid putting it to the knife, that one day it would magically shrink, but it didn't.

When Maaike had her dental restoration surgery we discovered her tongue's first ugly secret: the weight of her tongue was causing her roots to dissolve under her bottom teeth. Then, at our last appointment with our ENT  the second secret came to light, that her bottom jaw was thinning and protruding to accommodate her tongue.  It had to go...at least part of it.

Is it weird to lament the lost of a tip of a tongue?  Am I crazy that I cried just thinking about that ounce of flesh ending up in a garbage can somewhere?  Would it be incinerated?  End up in the land fill?  In the end it didn't matter.  It needed to go...for the love we feel for the tip of her tongue is only the tip of the iceberg.

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Thursday, May 3, 2012

She said exactly what I felt.


taken from the blog A Little Great

"Five years ago I learned that even though my life had changed, even though taking my third daughter home wasn't what I had planned, even though, while my world had stopped, others lives were still moving along, and that what I had been given was every bit as wonderful as what they had been given. Even though I might mourn the loss of what might have been, I still love what is."


written by Somer, the trach mom who coached me through the first year of Maaike's life.  

Friday, April 27, 2012

Finding Acceptance

I was recently invited to a Facebook group for people of my same faith that have special needs children and this morning someone from the group posted this picture.  It is wonderful to feel connected through our different challenges.  It is hard for me to reflect back on Maaike's first year of life.  It was such an isolating time.  But just before Maaike's first birthday we stumbled upon Liam and Kody and realized that there was someone else out there like us. Liam's parents then opened us up to the rest of the Lymphatic Malformation community through their foundation and a few Facebook groups.  The feelings of connection, acceptance, and understanding have pushed the dark clouds of that first year far behind us.

I would however caution you to make sure you find a group that meets your needs.  There are tons of groups, blogs, and websites out there.  Each group has its own focus and personality and it needs to be a good match to your needs and personality or it could become more of a setback than a help.   I hope coming here, to this blog, is a help for you.  It is for me.

Where in cyber space do you find acceptance and peace?

Monday, April 16, 2012

A tooth for a tooth

Maaike's last surgery was for dental restoration.  We used to lovingly call her snaggle tooth.  Now we call her chiclet.  Trach kids are notorious for bad teeth, in fact many special needs kids have weak dentin.  I'm not sure if it's because the body is fighting so many more life threatening battles or if it simply has no time to send a little calcium to the teeth or if its just a product of an exhausted mother giving in to a bottle of Pediasure at bedtime (just speaking for myself here). But, the American Academy of Pediatric Dentristy does have a few things to say about it

Many trach kids have chipped teeth from being intubated so many times before they were trached.  We don't have that excuse.  Maaike was trached at 1 month, just 2 months before her first tooth arrived (crazy I know.  Of all my kids why did her's have to be the one to come in early?).  Her dentist suspects that she had some low grade trama to her teeth, aka bumping her teeth while learning to crawl, and then the Pediasure did the rest.

It is such a catch-22.  Maaike stuggles to keep weight on.  She burns so many calories just breathing.  Then we found this great product, all-be-it crazy expensive, that she will drink and helped her to finally put on some weight, but it is eating her teeth alive.  You just can't win some times.  Thank goodness for baby crowns.


Along with a few pieces of Easter candy, Maaike and our other two kids found electric tooth brushes in their baskets this year.  They were all thrilled at the thought and sound of them, but have really struggled with the "feel" of them.  But, we are not giving up.  We are weening Maaike off the Pediasure as we speak and are hopefully ensuring her a future filled with pretty princess crowns and not baby teeth crowns.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Organizing My Medical Task List

I realize this photo isn't great, but you'll get the idea.  In August of last year we finally hit our breaking point and hired a nurse that we paid out of pocket.  I don't know why we waited so long.  It was worth every penny and sacrifice.  We kept her hours to a minimum, for grocery shopping, parent - teacher conference, and the occasional date. Then in December we got the news that Maaike had made it on the Travis C. Waiver, the Holy Grail for Utah's technology dependent children.  The programs vary by state (and hopefully country), some being much better than others, but thankfully there is help out there.  In Utah there is a 2 year waiting list, in some states the moment you are trached the calvary arrives, in some cases it might be worth it to move.  The Travis C. Waiver covers only children who are dependent on machines for survival.  It works as a secondary insurance, so we still pay for our regular insurance for Maaike and then the Waiver picks up what's left over.  It also pays for 50 hours of nursing!  Absolutely amazing!  At first I didn't know what to do with all that time, but now I am finding endless uses.  I stay at home most of the time the nurse is here, but now I am actually able to get through daily tasks and even adding back in some hobbies without having to compromise Maaike's care (a trach child should always have eyes on them).  I've even been able to do a little sewing again.  :)  

But with new blessings come new problem solving.  Between the nurse, my husband, and I it became a little confusing who was doing what and what had and hadn't been done.  Light bulb.  Make a medical task list calendar.  Problem solved.  Its so simple, but so effective.  I've hand written what needs to be done each day and then we cross it off as it happens so the next person knows what is left. 


I put everything on the list, from trach changes to emptying the diaper pail, from changing out the suction catheter to signing the nurses time sheet. Revolutionary.  I need one for each kid.  You can also see I've got Maaike's going to bed instructions, suction depth, and important phone numbers on her board.  I hangs on the wall by the changing table (aka trach command center). I am patting myself on the back for this one.  Occam's razor wins again!

Monday, March 19, 2012

Organizing Medical Equipment

On July 2nd we will have our 2 year anniversary since being trached, and by saying "we" I am absolutely implying that it happened to our whole family.  It really has changed our lives in so many ways, but I assure you that one of those ways was better.  Our lives are indeed more scheduled and at home, but we are happier than we have ever been.  I remember the night we got home from the hospital and all of Maaike's gear came in the door and I wondered if we would ever find normal and happy again.  I wish that me could see us now, because she would have known that everything was going to be alright.

That first night home we didn't even have a home.  I went to my mother-in-laws and had planned on putting Maaike in a port-a-crib.  When the RT showed up will all the machines he looked at me very lovingly and broke it to me that this was not going to work.  An army of family was instantly mobilized.  One brother-in-law ran to Walmart to buy a crib mattress.  Two others went to a storage unit to find their crib and changing table for us to borrow.  My mother and father-in-law started clearing space for the crib and gear, while the RT started spewing out pressure gauge numbers and temperatures in Celsius.  

With time and patience we have found our system.  Thankfully we are in our own home now and life has settled into our current norm.  Here is what works for us:

1. movable machines

In the beginning Maaike could only tolerate short breaks away from her machines.  In order to help her and myself come out of her room and be more a part of the family we put everything we could on her changing table that we fitted with wheels.  Late one night there was a crash as her machines fell through the thin board shelf of her changing table. the next morning we bought plywood and metal L brackets for a new heavy duty shelf. I later covered that shelf with some laminate stick-on tiles for easy wipe up. Here's how we position it all:
  1. humidifier - positioned closest to the bed so we get the most reach with the blue tubing
  2. air compressor - turned sideways so that Maaike can't pull out the filters as easy
  3. pulse-ox- faces the door so I can see her numbers with only a crack in the door
  4. suction-on the bottom shelf so that any residual fluids can drain down
  5. ambu bag- I always keep it in this same spot for emergencies
  6. oxygen concentrator tubing- the concentrator is the one thing that doesn't fit on the changing table.


2. moving parts
  1. a double hook- first it serves to hang the inhalation fluid bag and it also neatly holds the suction catheter (hanging it higher than the suction machine serves two purposes: 1. it allows for any residual fluids to work their way down 2. it is in a handy spot :)
  2.  inhalation fluid- it in needs to hang just higher that the humidifier chamber (mine is about a millimeter higher, but it is sucked dry every time) 
  3. suction machine- I have it apart from her other machines because for us it is the only one that moves one a regular basis.  I have easy access to it here and don't have to fumble with the other machines.
  4. wheels- these were a life saver in the beginning when Maaike was on the machines all day and we would wheel her out for family time, but they continue to serve us now when we travel.  The machine stay on the changing table as we roll them out to the car, drop the whole thing in the back of the minivan, and then roll them right into our room (photos here).


3. the 5th wheel

The poor oxygen concentrater is the only one that gets left out of all the changing table fun.  One, its too big. Two, it generates so much heat that the girl's room was becoming a sauna.  I've attached the tubing and the plug to the door frame with crescent shaped cable hooks so that they don't interfere with the door.  The only down sides are that the noise and vibration of it aren't contained behind a closed door and on occasion the filter on the back goes missing, but on the up side the girls are no longer drenched in sweat so that I have to wash their sheets far less. :)

Monday, March 12, 2012

Organizing Medical Supplies

This post is the first in a three part series on organization.  Some of you will instantly know that traches and organization go hand in hand, or at least that is the goal.  For those of you who are scratching your heads let me explain that every month I get a delivery of roughly 256 medical thingies. That is counting Q-tips, artificial noses, and saline bullets individually, but there are 15 different types of thingies in there.  My system works great for us, it may not for you, but hopefully some idea may be helpful in devising your own strategy. 

My mother-in-law is famous for sharing the adage: "A place for everything and everything in it's place." So here are my places:

1. under crib storage

I built this drawer one late night when my husband was out of town and couldn't see the mess.  I measured the crib size and then made the drawer 4 inches smaller in both directions.  I had the person at Home Depot cut everything for me in the store so I could go home and assemble. Some day I would like to stain it to match the crib, but by the time that happens Maaike will be ready for a bed and then it wont match.  So for future matchiness it is all natural wood. Three points of interest:
  1. low profile- if you make one of these I would recommend keeping the height minimal for that it will be versatile for crib or bed.
  2. long handle- having a long handle really helps in a one-handed pull out.  All those supplies get heavy and you don't want to accidentally ram it into your crib legs or the wall.  This handle is actually a towel bar from Ikea for $1.99
  3. wheels- for an easy glide in and out, wheels are a must, but don't get swivel ones or the drawer will go all crazy like.  I strongly recommend the straight forward and back wheels to ensure a clean roll out every time.
2. storage bins

I always envisioned that I would make some super cute, fun, and colorful canvas totes for my storage bins.  I even went as far as to buy some canvas, but the pink throw-up bins from the hospital do work and will probably always work. Here's what's in mine
  1. saline bullets
  2. mouth sponges- my favorites are the green Toothetts, but insurance pays for these pink ones
  3. trach ties, pulse ox probes, and trach masks
  4. artificial noses
  5. suction catheters
  6. suction catheters
  7. inhalation fluid for humidifier
  8. portable oxygen
3. the basics close at hand

I saw a blog post sometime, somewhere, that used an over-the-door clear shoe storage sorter for small toys. I'd like to thank whoever that was for this inspiration.  Maaike's changing table is right next to this door so that as I do her trach care, change her diaper, get her dressed, you name it, I've got everything I need within arms reach and ready to go.  Here are my everyday go to's:
  1. small lingerie bag for dirty trach ties- I try to use a trach tie 3 times before pitching it and have found that they do much better in the washing machine in a lingerie bag than if I hand wash them. (hang dry)
  2. Passy-Muir valve
  3. spare traches- I keep them in small Tupperware containers (Ikea) to keep them clean and from being damaged
  4. clean trach ties
  5. trach tools- pipes cleaners for cleaning, scissors, red permanent marker (for marking suction depth on the catheter)
  6. sleeping supplies- trach mask, Posey wrap, elastic wrap to secure Posey wrap and pulse-ox probe
  7. sterile Q-tips
  8. Snug hug and shoulder roll (I use a swimming noodle cut in half)
  9. dental care- pink Toothette sponges, tooth brush, training tooth paste
  10. first aid- pediasure mix (for after throwing up), thermometer, infant Tylenol, moisture barrier for stoma
  11. sterile water and hydrogen peroxide for trach care
  12. hand sanitizer
  13. artificial noses
  14. essential oils- I use Burt's Bees for after her baths, Doterra's Breath blend on the bottom of her feet and Frankincense mixed with pure coconut oil directly over her cysts 
  15. saline bullets
  16. sterile water for suctioning
  17. hair stuff
  18. non petroleum diaper ointments (petroleum and oxygen are combustible) 
  19. diapers (I can fit 5 per pouch)
  20. shoes!
The next two organization topics will be medical equipment (aka the machines) and medical tasks (the daily trach to-do list).  Questions? Comments? Concerns? Talk to me.


Friday, March 2, 2012

News Interview

One of the things that really surprised me in having a special needs child is the heavy responsibility and even obligation I feel to educate others.  I am sure not every special needs parent feels this and I at times have felt resistant to it.  When Maaike was still struggling and life was full survival I had another special needs parent  encourage me to take my heath care concerns to our state representatives and that maybe I should be the one to "lobby in your state for the rights of these little kids."  At the time I felt resentful.  I battled within myself that just because Maaike came to our home doesn't mean that I have to be the one to change the world.  Then Puj called me.   

Puj was an answer to prayers in so many ways.  It was a miracle for bathing and it gave me the perfect platform to share our story and let someone else do all the work.  Its a product and a company that I believe in and all I had to do was sit in a chair and talk. I felt stronger after that interview.  It was wonderful to be able to literally see how far we had come.  It propelled me to start this blog.

So when a call came from our interventional radiologist asking us to take part in a local interview it felt right.  Still my husband and I poured over the decision before agreeing to take part.  Amazingly there are children coming forward with lymphatic and vascular malformations who have never received treatments or knew that someone could help them.  Sadly some are past the point of response.  So once again the opportunity to educate and hopefully help others fell into our laps.

 
(to watch the interview of us and another LM/VM family click here 
and then select the 10PM Vascular Anomaly Patients)

What's next?  I don't know.  I still don't feel strong enough to march on capital hill, but I appreciate the confidence that other mother has in me and hope to be there some day. And when someone throws out hurtful things about exploiting my child I may roll my eyes, but will walk away unscathed knowing that they have no idea what my life is like and that we will continue to do or not do whatever we feel is best for our family and right and good.  And so we march on.