Showing posts with label KINDNESS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label KINDNESS. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Hospice: Not what you think it means!


 
 

HOSPICE:  Not what you think it means!




For over two years now, we have been living with the reality that our sweet, precious little boy will not live long enough to get his second set of teeth; double digit birthday cakes; or even kindergarten pictures.  In late Spring we will celebrate his fourth birthday and everyday the realization that he is declining is slapping us in the face.  You see, when the diagnosis of Leukodystrophy is given to the family, since all the family is affected, you reset your priorities. Comfort, smiles, laughter and downright silliness are the things that we pack in the day.  We know more about medications and comfort measures, than first year med students.  There is an unspoken routine that is followed by everyone involved in his care.  The complexity of Stephen's care is not unique for other Leukodystrophy families, but we are one of the exclusive club that watches milestones slip away and in their place come feeding tubes, communication systems, constant monitoring of respiratory and digestive systems, as well as the normal daily care of a toddler who depends on someone for everything.  Anyone can wonder how we manage and that is the purpose of this article.  I would like to point out that NO ONE could be on this journey alone.  Without intelligent, compassionate support, Stephen would have already earned his Angel wings.  That intelligent, compassionate support for our family is Hospice of South Texas

Hospice of South Texas has been taking care of our whole family since last fall.  The day that my daughter concluded that school was too energy draining for Stephen, was the day that she enrolled him in the Hospice of South Texas program.  We had believed that a person had to have only a short time to live, in order to receive services, but we were wrong.  The law has changed to include pediatric patients without any time constraints.  (Even though I had been trained as a volunteer years ago, this fact was something I wasn't familiar with, because after all, who wants to think of pediatric hospice services? )

Admittedly, in the beginning we cried a lot, because the mortality of the disease is quite breath-taking.  We were also a bit overwhelmed with all the "new" people in our lives.  It was difficult to keep everyone's names straight, and jokes were made about certain people, like, "Oh, yeah, that's the nurse we like," when in fact, we absolutely adored all the nurses.  All the nurses are unique in their own ways, with a very important factor that ran through each caregiver; each one kept our family's best interest in the forefront of their hearts.  We have always wanted Stephen to have as much comfort and laughter that is possible. 

Some situations have called for house calls from the doctor and medication was adjusted.  These were very scary times, because the little guy seemed to be so miserable and slipping away in leaps and bounds.  No heroic measures were done, just a tweak of medication, more respiratory activity (nebulizer and chest repercussions) brought back happy days for Stephen.

Since Hospice of South Texas has been in our lives, other life events have added stressors to our already complex situation and our support staff have stepped up to the new challenges laid before us.  My Heart (daughter) and her husband wanted to have a baby in their marriage, and everything was wonderful during the pregnancy.  We found out that there would be another little boy in the household and we breathed a sigh of relief, since "we know how to handle boys."  Everything went along as planned until the actual day of delivery.  When my precious, brave daughter was in labor upstairs in the hospital, I was downstairs getting a biopsy of a tumor in my breast.  Before our new little guy was home from the hospital, I received the diagnosis of breast cancer. 

Breast cancer, which has been attacked through surgery, chemo and medication, will not define me, but let me tell you, it has surely knocked the wind out of my ole sails.  In this part of the journey our Hospice support staff have gathered even tighter around us to make sure that we get what we need to have quality of life.  Food has been brought, rides to the doctors have been given, hugs have been shared, shoulders to cry on have been offered, jokes have been exchanged and the many burdens have been shouldered by our friends at Hospice of South Texas.  Rocking new babies, holding Stephen, picking him up and entertaining him are "chores" that I have learned to share with these marvelous people, because when I am not able, these boys deserve to have their needs attended to with the love and devotion, that is the hallmark of Hospice of South Texas. 


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Leukodystrophy: Humble Enough to Ask for Help

Well, things have been going along pretty well.  Botox shots have helped my Grandlove with his spasticity in his legs.  His physical therapists have seen improvements and we are so glad that he didn't have major pain after the injections.  The injections should last at least three to four months and since he did so well, we probably will go that route again.  His body weight was enough that the doctor was able to use two full cylinders of botox (one in each leg) and we think that between the botox and his oral meds, that is why we have seen good results.  We were just so thankful that he didn't have any negative reactions to the meds or procedure, that we felt encouraged.

Since my daughter is taking care of my Grandlove full-time, the household income has really taken a huge hit.  If she would get a job, respite care wouldn't be available during her working hours and who would take care of such an involved little guy?  Not only that, but each day, each hour is so valued because of his condition.  When she was working, her heart was torn each time she went to work in the morning and after her lunch-time spent with him at home.  It's not that she doesn't want to work, it's just that she is limited in her options.  His therapies take up three mornings a week and once school starts (he'll be going for three hours in the morning), his therapies will be spread out throughout the afternoons.  We understand that he will never regain his mobility, but the therapies are to help him maintain the limited amount of function that he is clinging to, now.  Speech therapy is teaching him to use buttons to make choices, so that his expressive language can be unlocked.  How frustrated he gets when we don't understand what he wants/needs! 

When we travel with him, my daughter's little car cannot hold his wheelchair, suction machine, nebulizer, feeding supplies and other ordinary toddler needs.  I realize that the economy is not good right now, but right now is when we need a little help.  There is a fundraiser going on for my Grandlove, so that his mom can get a larger, affordable vehicle.  We have been fortunate enough to be chosen by Wooly Babes for an auction in September, but the site for the fundraiser has already been set up and any publications/donations/support would be so appreciated by us all.  My readers already realize how much my Grandlove means to me.  My readers have traveled on this journey from before the diagnosis, until now and so they understand what stress Leukodystrophy brings to a family.  There is no cure for what is stealing away my sweet, little boy, but there is hope of painless days and restful nights.  We do all we can to make sure that he receives what he needs to enhance his life.  Thank you in advance for considering:  "LOTSA OF LOVE FOR STEPHEN".  (There is a page on facebook with more information about my little Grandlove and how you can help/donate.) 

Invite EVERYONE! Ask people to share, and...
Wooly Babes - Waldorf Dolls for a Cause2:45pm Jul 4
Invite EVERYONE! Ask people to share, and spread the word on support groups, Craig's list etc. :) Let's get the BEST turnout possible! - Alana-Hermsen Wooly-Babes


Please carry this message to your blog/facebook/address book of wherever you can.  I thank you for your help, because many of you have said whatever you can do to help, just let you know and I am asking for this help.  Sincerely, B. (TruthFerret on here and Soupsandwich Messedup on Facebook.)

Saturday, April 3, 2010

BULLYING: NO KINDNESS IN SIGHT





How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.

~ George Washington Carver


In the headlines/news lately there seems to be a new wave of kids committing suicide as an answer to the bullying treatment they have been enduring. Suicide is so shocking and devastating to those left behind. Families sometimes never truly recover from the loss of a loved one through this frantic solution. What is even more shocking is that sometimes after the death of a young person, peers are texting each other with congratulatory "Job well done" messages. How sick are some people?

Growing up as a child with "issues at home" I was an easy target for the mean, hateful talk delivered by the popular girls. Fortunately, this was before cell phones, texting, email and all the other quick communication devices. It was bad enough to endure the looks, sneers, giggles behind hands and the occasional passed note in class.

What did I do to deserve the wrath of the bullies, you might wonder? Well, I didn't have the latest clothes; my last name was different from my mom's; and my mom cleaned their families homes. So, essentially, there was nothing I could change in order to not be a target. I did find that as long as I had a few close friends and I didn't allow the taunts to register on my face, the girls would eventually ignore me. Not existing in their sphere of popular girls was much better than ever being in their vicious spotlight.

Graduating from high school and going away to college was the solution for the small town, inbred, hoity-toity girls who tried to make my life miserable. Amazingly, some of those mean, popular girls are now on their second marriages. Wonder how they felt when their children were teased because the last names in the family didn't match? Of course, in this day and time, last names not matching in the family is almost expected.

So, when I read of a child who has been bullied to death and then comments that say to fight back or this is a nation of wussiness I realize that our society truly hasn't come very far, after all. There will always be the weaker (by society's standards) but that doesn't give anyone the right to pick, pick, pick until the bully feels superior.

Kindness is the only way that we can change this mindset from destructive into constructive. How difficult is it to teach children to be kind? Maybe we should start with commentors on The Victoria Advocate who pick, attack, retreat, repeat, etc.