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Vancouver and back

12 Oct

Since my last post, I have been to Vancouver and back again.  The trip was quite a whirlwind.  We found out about two weeks ago that the epileptologist at BC Kids (a pediatric neurologist who specializes in epilepsy) would be able to squeeze us in for a visit this past Friday.  She wanted both Michael and me to be there, since we were going to discuss the possibility of doing the ketogenic diet.  In some ways, it was meant as an orientation for us, and in some ways it was an opportunity for her to assess whether we’d be a good fit for the dramatic lifestyle change that goes along with the diet.

Yukon Health usually will pay for just one parent to travel with a child as a “companion” for medical appointments Outside (i.e. anywhere not in the Yukon).  However, they will cover the cost of both parents travelling if it is deemed medically necessary.  I was on pins and needles waiting to find out whether they would agree that it was medically necessary for us both to be there, and thank goodness they did.

The three of us left on Thursday morning, and so theoretically had a whole day of “free time” in Vancouver.  But we’d been up since about 5 a.m. because Jade had had a series of seizures that required emergency medication.  This was the fourth morning in a row that we had to use her rescue meds, so we were physically and emotionally spent by the time we arrived in Vancouver, got to our lodgings, and had lunch.  It was definitely time for a nap.  We did get to see my sister for supper that night, which was wonderful; the last time I’d seen her was at her wedding in Mexico last year.

Jade’s new neurologist, Dr. Huh, is great.  I arrived at the appointment clutching a notebook filled with little coloured tabs; I had a tonne of questions and I didn’t want to forget any of them.  The doctor chuckled when she saw the notebook and she said she knew she liked us already.  We spent a bit of time talking about the history of Jade’s case and then she spent a bit of time examining her.

I’ve never gotten to see Jade at her previous neurology appointments, so it was fun watching Dr. Huh interacting with Jade, seeing how she used different kinds of toys for her tests.  We already knew that Jade is right-handed, but didn’t realize just how strong her preference is until we watched the doctor doing some of her tests.  When it came to testing for reflexes, she took out her little hammer-thing (wonder what it’s officially called?) and told Jade, “This is my booper!”  Every time she’d hit a spot on Jade’s body, she’d say, “Boop!”  Jade was fascinated, and I was highly amused.  When she looked into Jade’s ears, she said she was looking for puppies in there; tell me you’d keep a straight face at that line.

Jade had a number of seizures while we in Dr. Huh’s office; in fact, Dr. Huh observed more seizures than we did, which was both surprising and a little distressing, given that we think we’ve gotten pretty good at watching for them.  She also observed a slight tremor in Jade’s hands and a slight lack of balance, probably from fatigue and the number of seizures she was having.  (She’d had another series of early-morning seizures, although this time they hadn’t required the rescue meds.  But they really tired her out.)

Based on the last EEG, our recent observations of Jade’s seizures, and her examination that morning, Dr. Huh concluded that Jade’s anti-seizure medications really aren’t working.  Since Jade has now failed three medications (Clobazam, Valproic Acid, and Clonazapam) there’s a less than 10% chance that any other anti-seizure medication will work.  The longer the seizures go uncontrolled, the worse it looks for Jade’s development.  We’ve already had confirmation that she is slightly speech-delayed (though we believe that started even before the seizures; the more seizures she has, the harder it becomes for her to catch up.  Given her age, her type of epilepsy (Myoclonic Astatic Epilepsy, we were told for the first time), and the fact that we’re pretty proactive and organized parents, it seems Jade is an excellent candidate for the ketogenic diet.  We were told that Jade’s type of case is one they want to treat aggressively because right now she functions at a good cognitive level, so she really has something to lose.

BC Kids has a special kitchen for training parents who have a child starting the ketogenic diet.  Besides the doctor, a nutritionist and a nurse are dedicated to the program.  It is such an intensive use of resources, they can only start two kids on the diet every month.  I am really grateful that they told us they can probably fit her in toward at the end of November.  I expect that Nugget will have arrived by then, and although it means I’ll miss a week of my mom’s visit (boo!) as far as we’re all concerned, the sooner Jade can start the diet, the better.

In the meantime, despite the low probability of success, Jade is starting a new drug called Keppra.  This is the anti-seizure drug they usually try first at most US hospitals; we’ll see if it does anything for Jade.  I expect we’ll see at least a short-term improvement; maybe that will tide us over until we can get her started on the diet.

This ‘n’ that

29 Sep

I’ve spent many hours at the computer this weekend, but almost none of them on my blog, so here’s a little update on life at the mo’.

Jade’s still having around 20 seizures a day, but her mood has been improving.  For the past week or two, she’d been behaving manically, swinging from happy to tantrum and back at the drop of a hat.  Very frustrating to live with.  We think it might be the Clonazepam and the neurologist suggested cutting it back again.  We’re also upping the valproic acid again.  The latest blood tests showed the drug has finally reached the “therapeutic range”, although it’s still at the low end.  We’re keeping our fingers crossed for improvements in the next little while.

We found out at the end of last week that our referral with the epilepsy specialist, Dr. Hah, will happen soon!  The appointment is set for next Friday and will be with both her and Dr. Demos.  They wanted both Michael and me to be there, since we’ll be discussing a number of things, including a kind of orientation to the ketogenic diet.  Since it takes a big commitment from the family for the diet to work, it’s important that we all be involved.  I was worried that Yukon Health wouldn’t allow both parents to go (normally a child is allowed just one “companion”) but apparently they will cover travel for both parents if it’s “medically necessary”.  The paperwork’s been submitted, so I just hope the evaluating doctor doesn’t think it’s not necessary for both of us to be there.  I’m sure one of the reasons the referral happened relatively quickly is because of Nugget.  By the end of October, I’ll no longer be allowed to fly. I’m so grateful to the BC Children’s Hospital for doing everything they can for us.

In the meantime, my own energy and mood still tends to rise and fall with Jade’s condition.  Leaving work a little earlier than the end of October is looking more and more appealing.  However, I have a couple of commitments that I really need to meet.  I have a report due for my biggest project at the end of this month.  Which would be, uh, tomorrow.  Which was why I spent almost 18 hours at the office this weekend.  However, since I spent the entire time in yoga pants (!) and there were no people distractions I was seriously productive.  (Between that and your encouragement, I believe there will be another pair of office-worthy yoga pants in my near future.  I mean, these ones have to be washed sometime.)  Michael was awesome being pretty much on his own with Jade all weekend.  I missed being with them, but I’m so looking forward to getting this report D-O-N-E.  It’s been a huge source of stress for me.

Michael’s folks were supposed to be visiting this week but they had to cancel because Michael’s Pop was in the ICU in Mississauga, unable to breathe on his own.  His mom has been there for the past week, being with Granny (who has lung cancer and just recently got moved to a care facility) and Pop.  We were so worried about Pop and of course disappointed to be missing a visit, but things started looking up today, with Pop finally coming off the ventilator for the first time in almost two weeks.  He had also been on a feeding tube the whole time and today got to eat “real food” — applesauce — for the first time since going into the ICU.  Apparently he wolfed it down with relish and when Marian observed, “But you don’t like applesauce,” he grinned and said, “I do today!”  So like him.

After the marathon weekend at the office, plus going in today (my usual day off), I’m definitely starting to lose steam.  But things seem to be looking up, so all I need is a good night’s sleep (am I perhaps asking for too much here?) and I’m sure I’ll be good as new.  Speaking of which…

Oh, wait!  Did I fail to mention that we had our first snowfall of the year this morning?

Computerless

11 Sep

I’m stealing a few minutes on Michael’s computer to let ya’ll know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet.  I’ve been trying to de-Vista my computer and conceded that I’d been licked, so now a friend is looking at it for me, but it’s proving stubborn, so I won’t have a computer for a few days yet, I’m guessing.  Michael’s been working really hard on a report he had to get done quickly, so I’ve only been able to snatch 5 minutes in the last two days to see if any important e-mails had come in.  It’s so disconcerting to be disconnected like this!

Jade turned out to be pretty darned sick.  She was completely lethargic for almost three days — very disturbing behaviour in a toddler — and had sores all over her tongue that made her cry anytime anything went near her mouth.  She ate less on the whole of Monday than she usually eats at a meal.  She was much better yesterday, but still didn’t want to eat anything.  Except for Cheerios and milk.  And more Cheerios and more milk.  And yet ore Cheerios and milk.  Yep, that was breakfast, lunch, and supper.

I stayed home with her on yesterday and hoped she’d be back in daycare by today.  I have so much work to do at the office.  Unfortunately, she’s still resisting taking her medicine (this was never a problem before, but while she was sick we had to physically restrain her and force-feed them to her, although she’s offering slightly less resistance now…).  Also, I developed a sore throat, fever, and headache.  So even though I got up early and showered and had breakfast this morning, I didn’t end up going to work today.  Just the effort of getting ready for work sent me back to bed.  Thank goodness Jade still naps in the afternoons!  It almost makes up for her waking up every hour at night these last few nights.

Hoping to be back online sometime this weekend…

Reality is a crutch for people who can’t handle drugs

30 Jul

I saw this quote in a bathroom stall once, and it made me chuckle even though I’m so not a drug user of any kind.  Okay, I like my coffee on occasion, and I admit to craving beer and rum during this pregnancy (to which I say, “WTF?” because I don’t even like beer).  But somehow I doubt that’s what Lily Tomlin had in mind when she said this.

Reality these days is that Jade has to take a whole lotta drugs multiple times a day, and today was her first day on Clonazepam.  The day did not start off well. 

I got up at 4:30 when she gasped a couple of times, but fortunately it didn’t turn into a full-blown seizure.  Still, I decided it would be better to bring her into bed with us, so we witnessed her little seizures at 6:16, 7:00, and 7:20, making for a fitful night.  While I was getting her diaper changed in the morning she went into a full tonic clonic seizure that lasted two and a half minutes and caused her to pee all over me.  I bawled as I rocked her for the 10 or 15 minutes it took for her to recover.  I told her she wasn’t allowed to have another bad seizure day.  Then we went upstairs to have breakfast and I gave her the sedative.  I had decided to stay home with her, since we had no idea how she would react to the new drug, and I didn’t feel comfortable putting that responsibility on the daycare.

I didn’t witness a single seizure all day.

It’s too early to tell if this is really how the drug is going to work, or if this just happened to be a good day.  There are still a number of potential side effects and longer-term effects to think about.  But, damn, we needed to have a good day. 

Thank.  God.

Jade rides again

29 Jul

I’m not really sure how to start this post. 

There’s the “bright side” approach:  Well, we don’t have to worry about Jade having Parkinson’s, nerve pain, or restless legs syndrome… 

Or there’s the “jolly” approach: Wow, Jade got to have her sixth ambulance ride today!

I suppose there’s always the matter-of-fact approach: Jade was having back-to-back seizures today, for a couple of hours in the morning (the daycare called to let us know and we decided to take her home) and then again in the afternoon.  After calling the BC Children’s hospital, we were advised to administer the emergency Valium (our last ampule) and call for an ambulance.

It doesn’t sound nearly as fun that way, though, does it?

Jade and Michael rode down to the hospital together again while I packed things up in case they would be there overnight.  I chastised myself as I did so because after Friday’s chaos, I decided it would be a good plan to have overnight bags packed so they’d be ready to go at a moment’s notice.  I just never got around to actually putting that plan into action, so here I was again scrambling to remember everything.

This time we saw Dr. Tadepalli at Emergency.  (Perhaps Jade is trying to meet every Emergency doctor there is.  If that’s the plan, then this trip was a waste of time, since we’ve met Dr. Tadepalli before — he’s the one who told us a year and a half ago, gently and empathetically, that Michael’s visiting Granny hadn’t suffered a stroke, but had a brain tumour.)  Dr. Tadepalli managed to become familiar with Jade’s medical history in a very short period of time — Michael said he already knew all about her when he went into the room to see them.

After Friday’s major seizure, the neurologists in BC had recommended that any further big seizure activity would warrant starting Jade on a sedative once a day (Clonazepam, in her case, which is also used to treat the other conditions I mentioned at the top of the post).  Dr. Tadepalli felt that this would be the right course of action to follow now, especially since we observed that the Valium on Friday suppressed her seizure activity for the rest of the day.  We’ll also be getting Jade’s blood tested again for drug levels in the next few days.

We have misgivings about giving her such an addictive substance, but today was such a bad day for Jade… I’m not sure we can survive too many like it.  There may be alternative treatments (like the ketogenic diet, for example) but they’re also hard to live with.  I have too many questions and thoughts in my head right now, and it’s past my bedtime, so I will wrap up.

I know this place used to be a lot more fun.  I had all sorts of fun things to tell you about, too, like the music camp classes I’ve taken so far, and our first pre-natal visit with Heather the midwife, and Michael hearing Nugget’s heartbeat when he put his ear to my belly.  There’s good stuff coming, I promise!

But for now, the really good stuff is a good night’s sleep.  Hope you’re getting it, wherever you are.

Home in the sunshine

27 Jul

I’m afraid I’ve been a bit remiss in not updating since Friday.  Thanks so much for all your messages of support; it helps immensely.

Jade had no further seizures on Friday, not even small ones, which was most likely because of the Valium in her system, as it hangs around for quite a while.  Saturday was back to normal with a number of small seizures in the morning and a few scattered thoughout the day.  Dr. Stuart kindly answered a bunch of questions we had and wrote up a new prescription for our now-depleted supply of emergency Valium and then we were discharged, getting home around one in the afternoon, just in time for Jade’s nap.  We managed to get one of the baby monitors functioning, so Michael and I had a lazy afternoon lounging in the backyard, enjoying a rare day of sunshine in this summer of rain.

Perhaps it’s the sunny weather (another beautiful day today) but our optimism seems to be back.  Jade’s bedtime Valproic Acid got boosted again and although it’s too early to tell just how effective this will be, she had a great day today (a total of nine small seizures) so we’re off to a good (new) start.

We’ll just keep our fingers crossed for more good days.

24 hours

25 Jul

I just got a call from Michael; he and Jade will be in the hospital for 24 hours of observation.  After being in touch with Dr. Demos (the pediatric neurologist in Vancouver) they want to keep a close eye on her and increase her evening drug dose yet again.

After talking to Dr. Demos, Dr. Stuart (the doctor at Emergency this morning) asked Michael if they had ever told us that the type of epilepsy Jade has is hard to control.  Michael doesn’t remember ever hearing that, and neither do I.  Maybe they were trying to bolster our optimism; the impression I always got was that there was a good chance of controlling her seizures.  But I suppose the definition of “controlling” was never really explored.

If Jade has another major seizure in the next few days, they’ll be adding a drug and sending her down to BC immediately.  It’s so frustrating feeling like we never get the whole story.

I must be crazy

11 Jul

You won’t see me around here this weekend because tonight we’re heading out to the Atlin Music Festival, where we’ll be spending the weekend. Atlin‘s about 2 hours away from Whitehorse and is technically in British Columbia, but Whitehorse is the closest city, so everyone there comes here for shopping and medical care and so on. Keep your fingers crossed that we won’t need any medical services while we’re there.

Most of yesterday evening was dedicated to preparing for our trip, since Michael and Jade are leaving this afternoon, and I’ll be heading down with Kelly and Nita (from The Big Band) after work is done. The band is playing a one-hour set on Saturday night, so it’s not crazy that we’re going to the festival; it is crazy that we’re planning to spend two nights out there in a tent and actually expect our toddler to sleep. These will be our first nights in a tent this summer, so it’s hard to know what how things will go. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? And this festival is supposed to be great for kids, with tons of family-oriented activities. I’m really looking forward to it!

We’re also considering heading out to the Fort Liard area for a few days in early August, to attend the annual Petitot Gathering. This might be even crazier, because we’ll be 40 minutes from Fort Liard (the closest nursing station), about 90 minutes from Fort Nelson (the closest hospital), and it’s a 12-hour drive from Whitehorse. That trip will definitely depend on how comfortable we are with Jade’s epilepsy being under control.

But the craziest thing is the fact that I just signed up for a whole whack of courses at the Yukon Summer Music Camp in the last week of July. There’s a vocal jazz camp every day for a week starting at 5:30, and a 3-hour workshop on the weekend, plus I’ve requested a couple of private vocal and jazz piano lessons. Altogether, I’ve committed myself to over 12 hours of music instruction in a one-week period during which I’ll still be going to work. I’m really excited about what I could learn at these courses, but as I was filling out the registration form, I couldn’t help but wonder if it’s the pregnancy hormones that have caused me to take complete leave of my senses. I am so going to be a dead woman at the end of that week.

This is (a) spinal tap

27 May

I don’t know about you, but to me the words “spinal tap” have a comical air about them, even though I’ve never actually seen the movie people associate the phrase with. However, there’s definitely not much comical about the honest-to-goodness medical procedure.

I asked the doctor why this kind of procedure didn’t require an anesthesiologist, since it’s similar to an epidural. He said that an epidural is much more difficult because the area the doctor has to hit is so much smaller. He told me I was welcome to stay with Jade if I wanted to, but I could also wait outside if that would make me more comfortable. I told him I’d be a lot more uncomfortable outside, and basically promised him I wouldn’t get hysterical.

Since the idea is to put a needle into the person’s spine, and Jade’s yet a bit young to listen to the instructions “don’t move a muscle”, they gave her a dose of Midazolam, a sedative, mixed with Tylenol, which was to take the edge of any discomfort from the needle once everything else had worn off. Midazolam is supposed to take 10 to 15 minutes to work, but when that window had passed, Jade was still wide awake. The doctor ordered another dose. Then another. And then yet another. I was getting agitated about the massive amounts of drugs she was getting, but Jade was just high as a kite, giggling about everything and not looking the least bit sleepy. The doctor said that by the time the last dose was administered, the first dose would have been wearing off because it’s metabolized quickly, but I was still upset about how much of the stuff she got.

Another doctor, an anesthesiologist, came in and they decided to administer an intravenous sedative instead, convenient since she already had the IV thingy (Drat it! What’s it called?) in her arm. She got another dose of Midazolam intravenously, and then a dose of Ketamine. Apparently, Ketamine gives people weird dreams, but Midazolam induces mild amnesia. There might be other reasons for the combination, but that’s what I gleaned from the conversation. Anyway, the important thing is that it worked pretty close to instantly.

They curled Jade up in fetal position to get the spine to open up and the anesthesiologist helped the doctor to mark the spot with a pen. He actually kind of coached the doctor through much of the procedure, which I must say did nothing to calm my nerves. I realize that they don’t get to do these things very often here, and they want to have more people proficient at it, but it didn’t give me any warm fuzzies to realize the doctor hadn’t done this very often before.

The doctor swabbed Jade’s back with tincture of iodine. It ran everywhere; we were even cleaning it out of the folds of her ear afterward. The needle he inserted into her spine was pretty ordinary looking, except it didn’t have a syringe attached, just a little plastic opening. Spinal “tap” really is an apt name for the procedure. I couldn’t help thinking, as he held the collection vials under the opening (and some dripped onto the bed as he was switching between tubes), that it really was like watching sugar water drip from a tapped maple or birch tree. Only a lot more emotional. They all commented on how beautifully clear the cerebrospinal fluid was, I guess the first good indicator that she doesn’t have meningitis.

It took about 45 minutes for the Midazolam/Ketamine to wear off, and Jade was pretty weak for a while afterward. By this time it was about 3 in the afternoon; she’d spent most of the day sleeping. I got the nurse to make me a list of all the drugs Jade had had that day, so I could keep track, and also so that if she ever needs to be sedated again, I can tell them to bugger off when they suggest an oral dose of Midazolam.

Once the procedure was over and everyone was cleaning up, the doctor looked at me and said approvingly, “You did well, Mum!” I chuckled, wondering if he’s ever actually had a panicking parent watching him do a lumbar puncture. But all I said was, “More importantly: you did well.” I’m not sure whether or not he appreciated that.

Worn out

1 May

I am breathing a sigh of relief today because, well, I can. I’ve been struggling with wardrobe issues for a couple of weeks as my belly is already taking up so much more room and even I can’t fool myself into thinking it’s the pants that are shrinking. I’ll be hitting 12 weeks tomorrow, still a couple of weeks away from the second trimester, and I’m not nearly ready to start into maternity clothes yet.

This morning I peeked into my bin of maternity clothes that I recently got back from a friend. Happily, I rediscovered the size 15 cords I bought after Jade was born when I was desperately bored with my mat jeans but couldn’t yet fit back into my pre-preggo stuff. Lovely, lovely, creamy (and stretchy!) cords. It’s so liberating to be able to breathe when I’m sitting down. Can I live in a single pair of pants for the next 4 weeks or so? I have a feeling I won’t be able to make it to 16 weeks, like I did last time, before breaking out the maternity pants. Which is sad because the danged maternity pants will feel too big and will be falling down all the time when I start wearing them.

But enough about wardrobe.

Another reason I am breathing a sigh of relief is because the stupid, gol-darned taxes have finally been filed. Yes, I got it done at the very last possible moment. I’ve never filed my taxes so late before, most years panicking if I didn’t have them done before the end of March. This year, the whole tax filing process, which I started working on two months ago, was a litany of not-very-funny errors, computer crashes, wiped-out hard drives, bookkeeping issues, administrative screw-ups, and filing woes. But now they’re done. So we can start look forward to being audited or something. Ha!

If I sound a little less than my usual cheery self today, it’s probably because I am feeling like an old shoe. I’m absolutely worn out and wondering if I should really just go home and go to bed. (Okay, yes, I’m at work, but I’m on my break now, okay?)

I took Jade to the doctor yesterday morning to check on one of her chicken pox spots that had an angry purple circle around it; I was concerned that it had somehow gotten infected. When I picked Jade up from the daycare, they told me that one of the workers there had also had chicken pox last week while Jade was at home. Surprising because she should have been immune to them. But I’ve been hearing all sorts of horror stories about recurring chicken pox over the last few weeks.

It was the first time I’d met Dr. Albertini, a jovial grandfatherly type who kept calling me “Mama” and told me I was a good mother. He reassured me that Jade’s purple welt was just a bruise, possibly caused by scratching or some trauma (like walking into a toy) because the skin around the pox marks is more delicate than usual. I asked him about recurrence of chicken pox and was told that, while rare, it can happen if one’s immune system gets depressed. He said that usually happens when people push themselves too hard and don’t get enough rest.

This is going to sound so hokey, but I was so determined to stay healthy at least long enough to be able to perform on Saturday that I’ve been actively sending myself positive thoughts for the past couple of weeks. When I felt tired and worried about getting sick, particularly after spending a couple of hours with Jade breathing her virus-laced breath into my face, I’d fiercely redirect my thoughts, imagining a great performance and myself the picture of health.

I don’t know if it helped, but now with the dance behind me, the brunch on Sunday, Michael’s going away and the epic bike ride on Monday, Big Band rehearsal on Tuesday, and finally taxes yesterday, suddenly I’m finding myself totally drained. I wonder if I’ve pushed myself a bit too hard. I wonder, if my immunity tank had a gauge on it, what it would read. Because I don’t have enough juice left to jolly myself into a better frame of mind. Also, I can’t seem to stick to a topic on this blog post. Which has got to say something.

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