a year overdue

a pathetic wimp

That's exactly what I've felt like since I started back to work. I was so excited to get to go back to a classroom. Each day I am thrilled for the gift of getting to work with each of these wonderful kids. I missed it so much when I had to go on medical leave last year and honestly didn't know if I'd get to go back. I am thankful for each day of my life.

It has been harder than I ever imagined though. I feel like I am fighting with my body to get through the day. It's become more difficult as the year has gone on. It's been so hard to understand because my lungs have improved soooooo much. Why have I been so exhausted? Why am I such a pathetic wimp?

Dr. Olson referred me to hematologist, Dr. Stabler at University Hospital for my iron deficiency and low blood counts. The veil was lifted as Dr. Stabler matter-of-factly explained everything at my appointment. It's my blood's fault! I'm apparently about FIVE PINTS low on blood. My body has been fighting this blood battle for a year now and I've finally been introduced to a doctor who is ready to help me. She said she can't believe I'm functioning and working on a daily basis. I can't explain how much better this made me feel. I've been beating myself up thinking I'm just puny! The best part is that this doctor not only recognized my problem, but she is determined to reverse it. Yay for good news!

I'm scheduled for five IV iron infusion sessions at the University Infusion Center. I can't wait to feel the positive results! I mean seriously, this is only a year overdue.....   ;)

don't overlook the positives

I know I've had other, bizarre things going on with my health that they say are connected to my Churg Strauss, but I must acknowledge some great news!

My respiratory health has been, dare I say it, WONDERFUL. :) 

It's true! I've been breathing and I have NOT been taken down with horrible infections this fall. Life is good, very good, and getting even better!

Happy Fall!

catching my balance

It's taken some time for the new medicine to kick in and get me back on track. I've been one lucky girl to have someone in this big city who cares about me.

a recovery meal made just for me

rebuilding strength is always easier with loyal guard

Catching my balance has been harder than I wanted it to be. It seems that even simple solutions can take time. In my appointment today with Dr. Fenster he was confident that this medication will be the answer. He said it seemed the syncope and dizziness were being caused by a combination of complications. I have POTS (posterior orthostatic tachycardia syndrome), very low blood pressure, and a problem with the flow of blood from my heart to my brain that is probably all connected to the Churg Strauss and vasculitis. Unfortunately, he said that once POTS is this obvious it's unlikely it will ever completely go away. His hope is that the medicine will keep me from fainting but said I will most likely be dealing with some presence of dizziness for now on. Honestly, I'll still take this as a win. Passing out is pretty awful for me and those around me.

Thankful for Simple Solutions

In the end, this hospital visit was different and help was found. Tonight I am thankful and hopeful.

It wasn't an easy three days for sure. I was fortunate that my care at Swedish Hospital began in the ER with Dr. Marty O'Brian. He's one of the good guys. Unfortunately, one of the few good guys. He recognized there was a problem, admitted me, and started the quest to actually help me. My days & nights were filled with spinning rooms, good & bad caretakers, more fainting, multiple tests, dreaded labs, Lee's calming encouragement, and finally ~ an answer.

Everyone loves a good strobe light test
when the room is already spinning! :)

The hospitalist, Dr. Brigham requested help from a neurologist and a cardiologist. This was obviously a good call, the problem was that she didn't call on MY doctors. I needed help from the doctors that know my history and current treatment plan. Pulling in new doctors isn't always as helpful as one may think. The neurologist had no interest in communicating with Dr. Round. I'm not a pro at confrontation so it just turned into a stressful battle to be heard. My family and Lee were my rocks in this. I'd been beaten down and they gave me the strength and encouragement to fight for what we knew was best for me. The neurologist didn't take it well that I insisted her plan be placed on the back burner, but she finally accepted it. In a wonderful twist of fate, the cardiologist was a friend of my dear Dr. Fenster. Talk about a ray of light in what was becoming a very dark hospital! Dr. Cho consulted with Dr. Fenster and together they discovered that the syncope was being caused by some heart abnormalities. He prescribed and new drug for me that would increase my blood pressure and hopefully keep me on the conscious side of life. :)

Here's to hope & simple solutions.

Who do I turn to?

I am so fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life. I am certain I would not have made it this far without them. The past few days, I've really been leaning on my loved ones and reminded once again how different my National Jewish doctors are.

Saturday, Lee and I were shopping. I felt a wave of dizziness as the salesman was helping him. I didn't think much of it and just leaned against the counter until it passed. Minutes later, we were in the back of the store. Everything the salesman was saying seemed to be mumbled. I remember the room flooding to blackness. I opened my eyes and realized I was on the floor. The room seemed to be spinning and I was nauseous. Lee was next to me, calm, but ready to act. I felt completely humiliated, out of control & confused, but I also felt safe knowing he was with me. We spent the rest of the afternoon taking it easy & quietly hoping it was a one time thing.

Assuming it would be a one time occurrence was my mistake. It happened again at work in my classroom Sunday afternoon. The dizziness seemed to be more frequent. I was feeling more out of control and unsteady. Somehow, I made it through work Monday without incident. Luckily I had a follow up appointment with my neurologist, Dr. Round. When I described the episodes to him, he said he didn't think it was seizure related & recommended that I visit a primary care doctor. I was at a loss. This summer, Dr. Olson and Dr. Pearson spent a ridiculous amount of time convincing me that syncope is a BIG deal. Now it's happening again & I feel like I shouldn't shrug it off. I tried to tell a doctor & it resulted in me feeling like a drama queen. I didn't get it. It seems my body didn't either. It happened again twice that evening. The first time ended in a not so graceful tumble down the stairs into the basement door. I couldn't escape the spinning room even when I was lying down or sitting still. At a loss for a better option, I agreed to go to the ER. After a few tests and many questions, the doctor concluded they couldn't do anything for me. He kindly recommended moving slowly and sent us on our way.

I felt like I was reliving a nightmare from my past. How could this be nothing? What was wrong with me? Was I overreacting? Was I being a baby? What a waste of time and money. I was disgusted, completely frustrated with my body, and a bit scared about it happening again. What if it happened at work? How could I stop it? Who could I turn to for help? I didn't know what to do so I just tried to stay positive. I knew I needed to stay calm and just hope I would be better in the morning.

Unfortunately my powers of positive thinking didn't work on my body. I did all I could to get through the morning carefully. I changed routines so that I could remain as stationery as possible while the kids were with me. Walking to the lunchroom was almost more than I could handle. I felt myself getting dizzier and more unsteady with each step. I knew I just needed to get my lunch from the fridge and make it to the table. I could do that. I opened the fridge door and carefully stooped to grab my bag. The room started to go black and I felt flushed. I remember grabbing the door, taking a slow breath, & chanting in my head that I could make it. I recall slowly moving from the fridge..... I came to surrounded by voices and a huge commotion. It had happened again. I was on the floor in the lunchroom. My head was hurting, I felt confused, and I was freezing cold. There was nothing I could do to make it better. Someone called an ambulance and before I knew it the EMTs were rolling me away. I felt like I was abandoning my students and my responsibilities. I was heartbroken. I just wanted to do my job. I had done everything recommended and couldn't stop it from happening. What hope did I have that this trip to the ER would be any different? I could only think of how worried Lee, Mom, and Dad would be. Being rushed to the hospital from work is a big deal. How could I make this better for them? I just needed someone to help me...

More bloody drama

Bottom line - I'm losing my patience and getting very tired of waiting for this bloody drama to end. It seems that Dr. Kern, Dr. Olson, & Dr. Toribara all agree that it's time for an iron infusion possibly coupled with a blood transfusion. What's the problem you say... Well it's the condition of my body & the cautious nature of Dr. Feiner.  Ugh! Wow do I get sick of being considered delicate. I'm just not down with that label. I wish someone would just take the risk and move forward. My NJ docs are insistent about Dr. Feiner performing the infusions be of the high risks involved with my medical conditions. he refused to move forward until they performed a capsule endoscopy proving one more time that I don't have a source of blood loss.

Can I say I think I might die if I ever have to drink that electrolyte concoction again!?!? Oh yes!! Note the drama queen is coming out in me, but I believe it's true!!!! That stuff is like prison level punishment. I mean, I don't like many drinks anyhow, but that stuff is another level beyond disgusting. Bleh! Bleh! Bleh! There must be a better way for the good of all mankind!

After suffering through the endless liters of torture it was finally time or the test. I must say, National Jewish really is on board with some breakthrough research. I had to swallow a horse pill sized camera with a bright blue flashing light. Then they strapped a belted monitor to my waist. The camera moved through my body throughout the day taking two pictures every three seconds. The pictures were uploaded to the monitor every fifteen seconds creating eight mind-boggling hours of breathtaking footage! ;)

What a Star Trekish experience that was! Now, I just need to wait for the results.......

A Tough Start

It's hard to describe how it feels when something you love, something that's part of you becomes a daily challenge. Of all my experiences, I can easily pinpoint one of the hardest to deserting my career & going on medical leave back in February. I truly thought about my job and students daily even after their last day of school. I missed the victories of students experiencing success, the challenges of finding tailor made ways to meet needs, the comoradery among coworkers, even the early & late hours of the behind the scenes work. I've truly missed it.

That's why when I got the great news my doctors would support me trying the classroom again, followed by a dream job opportunity at a nearby school, I was stoked! I couldn't have been happier. I was brimming with excitement and new ideas for changing little lives!

Reality quickly set in. It's clear my body is going to be my number one enemy. Sadly, this has been the most difficult start to a new year I've ever had. It's almost like having my heart gouged out with a spoon. Mentally I'm excited & the old me. I'm a teacher again. I'm filled with joy! Ideas are constantly popping in my head and I'm anxious to implement them. Physically I'm beyond exhausted. I often feel as though I won't make it through the day. I'm mustering every ounce of strength i have to make it to 3:45. I feel like a failure because I simply can't give my students everything I mentally know would be best for them. It's unacceptable, heartbreaking, even crushing. My body is failing me and I don't know how to handle it.

I still believe things are going to change. I still hope the miracle answers are right around the corner. I still believe I'm going to win this battle on my terms. It's just not in my nature to quit, but it's getting too hard to push through. Something needs to change.

I don't want to doubt that I'm giving all my best to these kiddos!

I hoped these days were behind me

Oh, how I'd hoped. :(
Not yet though. I have to realize I'm still a work in progress & my body and doctors really are doing all they can do. 
I have to believe there's still hope! 

Yep, it happened. I'm back in the hospital. I've been teaching again for a whopping 2-3 weeks & caught a virus that won almost immediately. I can't help but be completely frustrated and disappointed. I thought all the time on medical leave would make me stronger... Give my body the rest it needed to better handle this world of 6 & 7 year olds that I cherish so. 

Here I am though. Back in Rose. IVs, high doses of steroids, antibiotics ~ the whole blasted shebang. I feel so helpless at times. All I want is to work & stop hurting my loved ones with this ridiculous cycle. 

I have to focus on the bright side. That's how I'll get through for now. I have people in my life who love me and doctors who care. There's also hope that this will be a short stay because Dr. Olson admitted me as soon as home meds became ineffective. These are things I can hold onto and be thankful for. 



so thankful...



Adding Dr. Kern to the team

Well it remains true... National Jewish seems to only hire the best of the best. Last week, I had an appointment with Renal Specialist, Dr. Kern. She is another jewel in the NJ crown. She was intelligent, compassionate, and proactive.

The appointment was originally scheduled because there was apparently a concern that I could have a renal tumor. I know! What's the deal with my body mimicking such alarming symptoms? Thank goodness the news wasn't so grave. She believed the problems were being caused by one of my medications. Great news! Even better though, she noticed the lab history on my chart and began brainstorming ways she could help my ferritin/hemoglobin deficiencies. She said those were no numbers for a first grade teacher (oh yes! I'm the newest first grade teacher at Cherry Hills Village Elementary!) and was intent on finding a way to help me feel better! How exciting!

She ordered labs and consulted with Dr. Olson. Unfortunately, my ferritin & hemoglobin levels have dropped again. My iron is 4.2 & hemoglobin is 8 something. Both doctors are leaning toward IV iron infusions, but want Dr. Feiner to weigh in before they add me to the schedule. I'm all for anything that will generally improve the way I feel! So, I guess it's solid.... I have another great doctor on my team! Just waiting for the final decision.

the END of anorexia :)

Oh what a great day! I feel like I've been validated. I know I have a great relationship with my doctors and they can tell that I am honest with them. It's just been so hard knowing that this crazy weight issue has NOTHING to do with my self image and trying to get them to know that's sincere. I've watched the concern on Dr. Olson's face as she checks my weight in the computer. It's heartbreaking. I understand that she only has my health & best interest in mind. I get that. That's why I understood when she had to send me to EDC (the Eating Disorder Center of Denver). Don't get me wrong ~ I was devastated & felt like a failure, but I did understand.

That was the beginning of my victory! I met with a counselor there for about an hour. At the end of the appointment she looked me in the eyes and said she had no idea what was going on with my body, but I did NOT fit any of the criteria for an eating disorder.

Wooooooo  Hoooooooo!! Don't you know I was sooooooo relieved! Now we can FINALLY move forward and focus on problems that are actually REAL!!

All in all nothing has changed with my weight, my appetite, or interest in food in any way. The victory lies completely in the fact that I have officially been labeled NOT Anorexic!

muscle cramps oh my!

My body certainly has a way of throwing curveballs. Just as things are improving with my breathing and my doctors are on course to figure out the syncope problem ~ another symptom starts screaming for attention. I've noticed for the last month that my previously tolerable muscle cramps have been worsening. Crystal, my PT, and Dr. Fenster both have suggested possible remedies for the problem. I've been through each (potassium, magnesium, quinine) only to notice the muscle cramps continue to worsen.

This week has been the worst. Wednesday at rehab, after only a couple of reps on the pilates bench, my calf started cramping again. Crystal started massaging that muscle and the chain reaction started again. Next, the muscles in my side were pulling, then the other muscles in both legs, and on to my arms and back. It was so severe that one of the other PTs tried a procedure called needling. As she inserted the needles into my cramping calf muscle everything seemed to intensify. Apparently this isn't how the muscles are supposed to react to this procedure. She quickly removed the needles as the spasms were unrelenting all over my body. They asked me to stand in hopes of stretching some of the muscles and relieving the pain. As soon as I stood up I felt a flush of heat & nausea rush through me. The room started to blacken and before I could react I was out. When I came to, Crystal was standing over me with intense concern in her eyes. She insisted that it was time to call Dr. Olson.

Rehab wasn't much better Today. The spasms have been almost nonstop creating very achy, sore muscles. It's getting harder to handle and ignore. Dr. Olson called this afternoon to let me know she's ordered labs and is scheduling an appointment with Dr. Maleki. She seems to think it's mostly likely related to the Churg Strauss or something else rheumatalogical. For now, I'm supposed to stop all exercise and limit physical activity as much as possible. Hopefully they'll have an answer for me soon.

Uh~uh, that has to be wrong???

Today was one of those days that I just wasn't prepared for what the doctor would tell me.

"You have seizure disorder."

What?! I was so confused. I've been having seizures??? How crazy is that?! I didn't even know how to respond. I was honestly relieved to have a diagnosis that could be treated, but so perplexed at the same time.

Dr. Round had reviewed the EEG and says it is clear that I have seizure disorder. He believes it is the source of my syncope and blurry vision episodes. He also believes it is connected to the Churg Strauss. The great news is that he believes Keppra (an anti-seizure medicine) will be the perfect solution. I'll start the new meds tomorrow and should notice improvement within the next couple of weeks.

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?
Seriously?

I know I'm strong. And I know it's because of the Grace of God. I know my life is a gift and God does have a plan for me. I know I have outstanding doctors fighting for me daily. I also know I have a huge cast of family, friends, and even strangers praying for me constantly. What I don't understand, is what is truly wrong with me? Throughout this journey, I've never really been one to ask why or to look back in anger. That's sincere. I believe I am me because of my journey and experiences. I really wouldn't change things. What's bothering me now is not the big picture or the daily pain or trials... it's me. Why does my body react the way it does? I really want to know what's wrong with me?

I was told my IQ a long time ago. I know I'm an intelligent person. I can't stand the way I feel like a total idiot when a doctor asks me why I'm losing weight. I don't have an answer. I eat. That's the truth. I eat everything the nutritionist has asked me to eat. I don't know what's wrong with me?? I don't know why I can walk up and down the isles of the grocery store and not find a single thing that looks enticing even when I'm hungry. I don't have an answer. But I know that even though I have no interest, I do the right thing. I eat.

I also don't know why my body continues to be so weak when I take every medicine, go to every appointment, and push myself to exercise daily. I don't know why it seems that when one problem gets under control a new problem surfaces. I just don't know the answers.

I do know that I'm tired, but somehow still hopeful. I know that for so long I've wanted people to be my friend and not be scared of me. I want people to be able to love me without having to constantly worry about my health.

This is one of those days that I'd just like to have some answers. I'm exhausted and for once I'd just like something to make sense.

time to face reality

Time to face it for sure. I need to take a deep breath, gather my strength, and do what I know is best for me. Yep, I said it, ME. It's time to make this real, believe that everyone will understand this is where I need to be, and acknowledge what I've known for a while.

 Denver is where I need to live.

Dr. Olson and I spoke at length today and she was quite blunt with me. (I guess she knew I needed that.)  Things aren't going to be any different if I go back to Lexington right now. Honestly, everyone who knows me has been thinking the same thing ~ just afraid to speak it. The same old cycle will start all over again. I won't be able to be the teacher I want to be, I'll continue to miss days, and everyone I love will continue to worry that one day soon, I'll push my body too far.

Yes, it's tough. Are you kidding? It's really tough. I have an entire state of people supporting me, but I'm here, 1400 miles away alone with my dog. But now I'm finally taking this leap of faith. That's actually what makes it easier to handle though. I know... completely and totally KNOW deep down that this is right. Denver is exactly, undoubtedly where I am supposed to be at this time in my life. I have no ill thoughts about how long this has taken or the road I've traveled to get here. That was all necessary ~ part of me & my story. I really wouldn't change a thing. On that note though, I don't want to miss another thing. I refuse to let fear stop me from enjoying this beautiful life. I know everything is going to be good and it will completely outweigh the hard times.

This decision opens the door to new hope. Maybe I'll be able to teach again...in a classroom, exercise whenever I want without pain, have the family I've always dreamed about, and bring joy to my loved ones rather than worry.

I'm officially moving to Denver.

Life with eCardio

The bright side is that I'm not in the hospital anymore! So woo hoo to that tid bit of news! My release was conditional though. In order to be released I had to agree to wear a lovely heart monitor for the next thirty days. Oh yes - that's no typo, I said 30 days!!! The reality is that they seem to believe whatever is going on with my heart and these episodes of syncope & dizziness are nothing to sneeze at. So, this is what needs to happen to monitor my heart and treat the problem. I can get behind that.

Not without a little humor though. :)  Seriously, let me describe this lovely thing. It's like a mini fanny pack or those fabulous man-satchels you see on all the most fashionable hips with cell phones secured safely in place. I feel like Robo-Cop with all the freaky wires protruding from my body. I mean come on, this thing is something to behold & I get to enjoy it for thirty days. Then, to make it even funnier, when my heart does decide to be bizarre or "have and event" as the doctors prefer to say, this crazy alarm goes off that makes Jackson bury his head! It's quite comical!

Anyhow, today is only day three with my friend eCardio. I'm sure the next 27 days will be filled with fun times, great memories, and most importantly (hopefully) good medical information.

Syncope ~ a fun word for a not so fun event

Wow, talk about a big blow. I admit, I'm really spiraling here. I'm back in the hospital less than a week after being released. I'm feeling undescribably alone. And worst of all, I feel like I'm losing any last grip that I had on beating this stuff and having a normal life soon. I know that sounds ridiculously pessimistic and dismal, but seriously, I've had enough.

I knew I seemed to be having more trouble than usual bouncing back from being in the hospital. I was just feeling so weak and run down all the time. I had no stamina. Saturday I passed out a couple of times. I know looking back now, I should have known better. I should have realized something was wrong, but I didn't. I honestly attributed it to my weakness and the hospital and assumed it was a passing thing. Sunday, I started to black out a few times, but never lost consciousness. The dizzy & light-headed events continued to happen for the next few days. In my appointment with Dr. Olson she could tell I wasn't 100% so she questioned me until I finally told her what had been happening. Of course, it was a huge deal to her. She ordered several tests and ran down to talk with Dr. Fenster.

My EKG was abnormal. The information still baffles me, but basically the intervals were too short and it did show on repeated tests. My ENO was also still in the 100s which really bothered me since I was just in the hospital on loads of IV steroids. What's the deal with my body?! Anyhow, when Dr. Olson came back in the room, she seemed very concerned. She told me they were sending me back to the hospital for tests and observation and there was no other safe option. :( 

Honestly, I do love the outstanding level of medical care I receive here. I know this is where I need to be and they have my best interests in mind. Right now, sitting in this bed on this unusually painful IV, with my head spinning and all these monitors hooked to me, I'm really hating my body...

NO, No, nononononono...

Well, I guess in all honesty I should've seen this coming, but for some reason I didn't this time. My health has been declining again for the past couple of weeks. My peak flows have been dropping, my ENO has been increasing, my cortisol levels have increased, and my lung function has declined. It wasn't "Ketucky bad" though. I guess that's where my head was. I was remembering that it could be worse and just focusing on dealing with how bad it was getting now. Dr. Olson didn't see it that way of course (thankfully). She did all she could for me in the office and gave my body the afternoon to take the meds and fight. When things didn't work, there was no arguing with her about the importance of immediate hospitalization. The good news is that she knows her stuff. I continued to decline at a faster rate and by the time I was in the hospital, things were pretty, well, not good. They admitted me to the IMC unit, which is the step up from ICU and kept me for a few days. It was a much easier situation because she acted early and didn't mess around.

The longer I'm out here under her care, the more I'm realizing how terribly skewed my view has become. I've been so grossly desensitized to my own aches, pains, emotions, and symptoms in general over the years because so many doctors have blown off treating me. I believe it was what my body had to do to cope over time, but now that I have good, no amazing medical care in reach, it could actually be working against me. This is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be.

Spring in Denver

Well, this isn't exactly medical, but I thought I'd use an entry to blog about the beauty around me. As much as I love the weather, landscape, and life in Kentucky, I think I've grown to love it all here just the same. There's just something about making the most of where you are to me. I don't want to look back and feel like I missed out on something wonderful that was right at my fingertips. I know sometimes I push myself a little to hard, but I feel like it's worth it. Life is worth experiencing.

Cheesman Park

Jackson & pal Mugsy enjoying chasing rocks in Cherry Creek

The first hint of Spring beauty!

More Spring braving the Denver chill.

The best dog park ever! Cherry Creek State Park!

A birthday gift just for me (& the rest of CO!)

Another birthday treat ~ a cupcake from CuppyCakes!

RoboMike ~ 16th Streets Finest :)

Beautiful Boulder ~ Mt. Sanitas Trail

More from hiking in Boulder...

Susan & Katie with the 14th Street Bear

One (yep, that's just ONE) biscuit w/creole gravy from Lucille's

Overlooking Denver in the distance from Red Rocks

A rare unicorn peep for my birthday from my PT, Emily!

Rockies vs Diamondbacks @ Coors Stadium!!!

The Botanic Gardens ~ I want one of these in my yard!

I hate steroids as much as I hate food...

So I was doing something I rarely do a few nights ago, I was watching TV with a friend. It was a ridiculous episode of The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon is facing his "mortal enemy". The whole thing kinda popped in my head again today after I had time to process a call from Kaci. She simply let me know that the oral steroids aren't helping me enough anymore so Dr. Olson and Dr. Katial have decided to start me on kenalog injections beginning tomorrow morning.

I know in the scheme of things it shouldn't seem like such a big deal. I'm good at handling things, so why not just handle this and roll on... Well, because I'm tired of steroids. No, that's not even the truth. I'm not tired of them, I hate them. In the way that Sheldon felt complete disdain for Wesley Crusher in that silly episode, that's how I feel about steroids. They have a million terrible side effects that are all working perfectly in my body, but the simple job of helping me to breathe continuously... for some reason that just can't happen. So now, because there is no other option the insurance will currently approve, I get to switch from taking my harsh enemy orally to being injected with another freaking needle.

It'd be different if I could believe that it might work, but I know it won't. It's just a band-aid to keep me out of the hospital until enough time passes for the insurance approval period is up for the treatment they want to start me on. Who's to even say that drug is going to work? Back in October they really thought this one would be the answer. All I know is that I don't know... anything. I'm tired, and lost, and ........ and I just don't know.

Some days are just a little crummy

I woke today anticipating the warm sunshine I would get to enjoy after my half~day of appointments. It's almost always beautiful here, but it's been quite a while since we've had truly warm days. Unfortunately, my body had a different plan. During rehab my vision started to blur and I started getting dizzy. By the time I moved on to my second appointment the world was in full spin. I was feeling weak and achy. Just an hour later, I was in the exam room with Dr. Olson. I felt terrible. I had spiked a fever and was coughing and stuffy. It was so bizarre. She ordered several tests and decided to keep me around for the better part of the day to monitor me. Around 3:30 she sent me home to rest since my symptoms were stable.

The worst part about it all... I didn't get to enjoy the warm, sunny day. :(

for now, we CELEBRATE!!!

Today was the day. The phone rang. National Jewish popped up on my screen & Dr. Olson's voice was on the other end. There was no time to get nervous about the impending news or even think. I could tell from her, "Hellllooo Toni" that she was very excited! It was all good. She said she couldn't wait another minute to call me. She'd just spoken with Dr. Feiner and had most of the lab results. The blast cells were simply gone and I DO NOT have leukemia right now! She said, "for now, we celebrate!" It was so great to hear her happiness and relief through the phone.

I know I'm still in the high risk catagory for developing these cells & I very well could have to go through this again one day. For now though, I am overjoyed and thankful for this undeserved blessing of Good Good news!

Blasted Blood

I've honestly had more blood tests than I can count since I've been here. Dr. Katial and Dr. Olson are still quite concerned about my hemoglobin and iron levels. Both levels have continued to drop for over a month now for no obvious reason. Being on coumadin complicates the matter because they've been unable to perform some of the procedures they'd like to do to further investigate the problem. They are trying to wait until I'm able to stop taking the coumadin, which should be mid-April. Dr. Olson referred me to a highly regarded specialist at Rose's Rocky Mountain Cancer Center. Dr. Feiner is an oncologist/hematologist. I spent most of the day in his office two weeks ago undergoing some pretty intense tests. I returned for a follow-up appointment this week for the results.

It was nothing new to hear him tell me that the test results were not definitive. He suggested his plan for now concerning some things and spent time explaining my particular blood deficiencies and abnormalities. He let me know that although my white blood cell count was in the normal range, I had some "weird" cells that Dr. Olson was concerned about. He ordered more tests for that along with tests to further investigate my pulmonary embolism. He let me know he'd call me in a week with the results.

I didn't think much about it all until my appointment with Dr. Olson. She asked what he'd shared with me and then pulled my lab results up on the computer. She said the "weird" cells were actually called blast cells and could be quite serious. They appeared in a high percentage on my labs last Friday. She explained that in some cases this can be a sign of acute leukemia. Because of my medical history, I'm apparently in a higher risk catagory for developing leukemia. She assured me that Dr. Feiner is one of the best in his field and as soon as he contacts her with the results, she'll talk with me. She also wanted me to know that she feels like there will be another explanation for the blast cells in my case... that it will be nothing major. She just wanted to be open with me and let me know what we could be facing.

Today I went in for a few more blood tests and another chemical irritant challenge. My peak flows haven't been as stable for the past week and I've been dealing with a few more negative side effects from the treatments/meds. The nausea is creeping back. I spent quite a bit of time today throwing up. The good news is that I haven't had to deal with that in a long time, the bad news is that I don't know why it's happening again now. Even though my body is having a pretty rough week physically, I actually feel good about how I'm handling everything mentally and emotionally. I guess it's big stuff to hear that you're doctor thinks you could have leukemia, but I'm really okay. Truly. I've come a long way in the past few years and I've learned that could is pretty powerful word. I also have learned that anytime these amazing doctors find an answer, even if it's scary as hell, it's still better than no answer. And finally, I know that I've made it this far. For some freaky, crazy reason, God  has kept me around. It seems reasonable to me that I should continue to believe that He's got this.

So, whatever comes of my blasted blood, I know it will be, well, it'll be okay. It'll really be okay.

a tough mental game

I guess if I'm gonna be honest, a lot about what I'm going through (& what I've been going through) can be considered tough. Somehow though, I can convince myself to handle a lot. I can usually put things into perspective and remember that this is life ~ my life. The thing that really weighs on me, really gets to me though, is failure. The worst part is that in my head I know that I have no control over these things. I know that it's not my fault per se that I continue to get bad test results. But it's still a VERY tough mental game. It's hard to stop myself from feeling like a failure each time the results are shared with me. My body has become my worst enemy. I'm constantly fighting against myself and rarely winning.

I've started pulmonary rehab again, but it is completely different than the program that Dr. Thompson's office provided. The program here at National Jewish is much more intense and finely tuned to my specific needs. Each session is only thirty minutes ~ thirty killer minutes. It's thirty minutes that highlight all the things I can't do anymore. I am constantly reminding myself that I've been through a lot & my body is fighting against me. Emily is the most amazing physical therapist and she is supportive and constantly encouraging. She refuses to let me forget I am getting stronger. I know that I can beat this too. It's just another obstacle I've had to acknowledge.

Smiles for Progress

Dr. Olson.
         Dr. Amy Olson.

That name stands alone as a powerful force. She's comforting, thorough, brilliant, and compassionate. I am here because I want to be well and feel good more than anything I can imagine. As if that isn't motivation enough, I find myself working even harder toward challenging goals and pushing through tough tests because I don't want to disappoint her.

Today she was disappointed because I've lost several pounds in the past week. I feel like I eat all the time. I don't understand my body. She's pretty serious about this though. Apparently if my BMI drops too low it can cause more problems than I'm already dealing with. Neither of us want that! Luckily, that conversation was followed by better news. My ENO is down to 55! Oh yes! That's right! I did say fifty-five! No kidding! She was even smiling about my spirometry! There was less truncation in the loops and my lung function was much better. I still haven't achieved the 6 second mark on the expiratory loop. Today I was less than three seconds. Honestly, I don't know how people breathe out for that long. I'm working on it though, and as she said "let's just smile for progress!" I know that one day very soon I'll be writing about surpassing this goal too!

Because my lung function is stable, she felt comfortable increasing my treatment dosage. She and the other doctors have consulted and feel they need to push the limits while they're monitoring me so closely to see if it will work for me at all. She said the negative side effects will probably worsen, but if the tests continue to show nothing positive we'll stop and try something else. Once again, I just have to keep reminding myself that this is why I'm here and I knew it wouldn't be easy. I can handle this because better times are coming.

VCD Irritant Challenge

I felt like there was a lot on the line with this appointment. I was pretty nervous as I headed over to the rehab floor. This was my first session with Carly where we were really going to push my body to some limits and work on beating my respiratory system's hypersensitivity to irritants. What a goal!

Today, she set up the challenge using strong perfume. I had to enter and exit the room over and over increasing my exposure time with each session. It sounds so simple now that I'm writing about it, but it was a true challenge. The first time we entered the room my body reacted instantly. I've been living with this for so long that it doesn't scare me, but it frustrates me endlessly. I've been breathing better for the past week than I have in months, maybe even more than a year. Things are on the right track for once. It's so disheartening to know that exposure to an irritant can have so much control over my body. With that in mind, that's another reason I love this place, and I know this is where I'm supposed to be. No one else in my medical history has even tried to help the whole me in so many ways. I am so thankful to be here where they have the resources to help me in all these creative ways. It's going to take many more of these challenges to desensitize my respiratory system and keep it from shutting down, but that's what I'm here for & they're in it with me. :)

I walked away realizing that the road ahead of me is still quite long, but I'm walking it with amazing people!

bad news is different here

It was yet another gorgeous, sunny Denver day and Jackson and I were out walking when the phone rang. It was Dr. Toribara's nurse from National Jewish. She wanted to let me know that some lab results were in that the doctors were concerned about. My hemoglobin level had dropped quite a bit and they needed to add some tests to my schedule. She wanted me to know that Dr. Toribara and Dr. Olson were working together to figure things out and I had nothing to worry about. I just needed to report to the lab before my appointments in the morning. She said he'd also be scheduling some procedures to investigate the bloodloss, but they would take care of the details.

This is just one, tiny example of how different bad news is here. Yeah, it does stink to hear that my hemoglobin has dropped again. It does stink to hear that I'm gonna need to be put under for some not so pleasant procedures when I'm out here alone. It's frustrating that my body continues to throw curveballs and react in bizarre ways. That is ALL SO MUCH EASIER to handle when it's followed by "don't worry, Toni, we're taking care of you and all the details" though. Wow! I'm convinced that part of the reason I'm improving is due to the fact that I'm not having to deal with mounds of stress related to my medical care. People are taking care of things for me. The rest of the medical world could truly learn a lot from this place.

A New Beginning...

Yep, today's the first day of my road to real hope for wellness. It's finally here and I'm all in with both feet (personal belongings & a loyal dog)! Let's do this!

I saw Lindsey and Stacey off from their hotel this morning. I'll admit to a tear or two as I drove away. I'm pretty sure now that this endeavor is gonna be a little tougher than I wanted it to be. So of course it was hard to send off the two people in the city who I can call friend. I know new friends will come with time, but time is always a hard thing to swallow.

My appointments for today were very "business" oriented. Even though I've been coming to NJ off and on for two years now, today was a lot like an initial visit. Dr. Olson wanted baselines so we could set goals and clearly measure progress while I'm here. The best part, and probably most needed part of my day happened while I was in the exam room waiting for Dr. Olson. Dr. Maleki walked by and noticed me in the room. She stopped in her tracks, bounced in the room, and embraced me. She excitedly asked if I was back in Denver & all moved in. When I responded she was so excited! She told me she and Dr. Olson had been counting down the days until my return! They were so thrilled I'd agreed to come so they could finally~truly help me to get better! She bounced out as quickly as she had bounced in.

It took a moment for her words to sink in. "They've been counting the days to my return???" "They're excited that I'm here??" It was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. I had no doubt that God chose this path for me, but today I needed a little extra comfort. Those words strengthened me and gave me what I needed to push forward.

Dr. Olson met with me and reminded me even more why I am here in this place. She is a true champion. She shared her immediate plan, added things to my schedule, and explained her thoughts. I completed the rest of the tests and labs for the day and headed home to process it all.

This is a new beginning... and I can do what it takes to make it through...

Heading Home with a Plan

Deja-vu huh? Mom and I packed the suitcases and headed to NJ for a few tests and a final appointment with Dr. Olson. I was confident we would make this flight. Things were different this time though. I was feeling anxious about the decisions I still needed to make, the people I hoped to say good-bye to, and all the things I needed to accomplish in such a short amount of time. As usual though, no one needed to know how I was feeling. I could deal with that later. This was the time to focus and show that I was in the game.

After several days of IV meds in the hospital, my test results were much better than the pre-hospital ones. (Thank goodness!) My appointment with Dr. Olson was detailed and intense. She prescribed several new medications and modified the dosages on old ones. She provided me with a detailed plan to hopefully keep me on track for the two weeks I'll be out of her sight. The hardest news was that she banned me from going to the school. I had hoped to work a few days while being home. So much for my plans. :(  I guess that's another thing I'll deal with later.


For now, I'm going to focus my energy on heading home, getting stronger, spending time with friends and family, and taking care of the business of moving. This is going to be  s o m e  two weeks...


A man singing his heart out in the airport as I blog...



A Personal Visit

After a long day in the hospital of trying to breathe and dealing with a life changing move I heard a comforting voice at the door, "Hellllloooo?"

It was Dr. Olson. Mom had left over an hour earlier and I hadn't even noticed that my room had gotten so dark. I sat up and flipped on the light from my bed control as I welcomed her in. She pulled a chair up very close to my bed and asked how I was feeling. Her eyes were so sincere. I was at a loss for words. I felt myself fumbling to answer her, wanting to revert to my default "alright" setting but as I looked at her eyes I felt like I was made of glass. She could see right through me and already knew how I was feeling. She wasn't asking for small talk, she was asking because she wanted to hear me talk. At that moment I realized she had come to the hospital just for me. She made herself comfortable in the chair, but was still very attentive. She stayed for a long time asking me questions and explaining what she, Dr. Katial, and Dr. Maleki have been thinking and discussing this week. She talked to me about everything from how prednisone makes me feel to how moving to Denver will impact me financially. She shared her frustrations with my lack of improvement over time and her ideas for helping me. Before she left, she reminded me of my strong coping mechanisms that have kept me alive at times and hurt me at other times. She told me that as far as thinking about school/work/teaching and getting back to what I consider "normal" next year, I should stop for now. For now, she doesn't want me anywhere near a school or students and she wants me put next year into the "deal with it later pile". Those words pierced right through me like a knife. The initial pain was agonizing. This is hard enough deserting my kids, my job, my work for the rest of this year, but to think about deserting it next year too, even forever??? But if I am anything, I am disciplined and obedient. I am a fighter and I know how to cope. It's what my body does. So if Dr. Olson wants me to put this out of my mind, that is what I must do. God has placed her in the lead position for my care for a reason. I trust her and I know I have plenty of other things to face right now. This personal visit was a gift. Honestly, I think we both needed it in certain ways. I am anxiously looking forward to the wonderful Good that's about to unfold.

dealing with the matters at hand ~ letting my coping mechanisms step up

As Mom and drove over to Rose Medical Center ER, I was still struggling for breath, but it wasn't as severe. Our drive was quiet. We had both just been slammed with a lot to process. I admired the sparkling flakes of snow blowing through the sunny Denver sky as I made a mental list of important next steps.

Before I walked into the ER, I glanced up and thanked God for His plan and all the miracles that were unfolding in my life today. I stepped through the doors prepared to muster all of my strength so I could be strong for Mom and deal with all the challenges that were about to coincide with God's plan.

I worked on cancelling our plane tickets as soon as I pulled myself together from the student butchering my veins for his IV education :). The hold time was an unbelieveable thirty minutes and after getting through I was transferred from one airline to another just to start all over again. Unfortunately, the process had to be completed over the phone. I gave Mom the number to take care of the rental car. Two minutes before departure time our tickets were cancelled! Talk about down to the wire! It was done though. I just needed to get a letter from the hospital verifying the emergency to waive the cancellation fees. The next matter at hand was to find a reasonable hotel room for Mom. I am excited to say that my weak voice and hospital status not only scored a reasonable suite, but the deal of the century! I was focused and things were falling into place. Mom was calling friends and family to share the big news but I wasn't ready. I needed to have a few more things in place before I could handle putting this into words. All the while my nurses, therapists, and doctors were in and out doing their thing to get me back on track.

I contacted Rich about renting one of his apartments through the summer. He has been amazing to me. He offered the last two bedroom apartment to me, completely furnished with all utilities included. The apartment is only two blocks from National Jewish. It couldn't have worked out better. Things are going to be very tight because I'll be renting in Denver and still owning my house in Lexington. Dr. Olson already told me I won't be able to work for quite a while, but I have some savings I can live on. I've asked Debbie's daughter to consider subletting my house for $300 per month. That won't come close to my mortgage, but every bit will help and my house won't be empty. I felt like a robot processing information, but it was amazing to watch all the blessings fall into place.

Finally it was time to address work and friends. Leaving work. Just thinking the two words made me feel like I was jabbing a dull knife through my broken heart. I would have to ask for even more sick days than I've already been so graciously given and I would be abandoning the students I have a duty to teach. As far as my friends and co-workers it was so important to me that many of them hear it from me rather than from hallway gossip. I called Karen first to address the medical leave matters and share the news. Then I felt like I was in a race trying to get messages to my other dear friends before they had a chance to hear it from someone else. Everyone was so supportive and loving but a little broken at the same time. Leaving is going to be so hard, but it's my only option. It's long overdue and has to be done. I just have to focus on the good that will come from this leap. These superhero doctors are being used by God to change my life for the better.

It's been about 30 hours since this life changing event took hold. Wow!! I still have a lot to deal with, but the foundation is set. The doctor just left and was disappointed with my progress. I guess my body hasn't had much of a chance to focus on healing since I've been in here. That will come though. I think I'll take a little time now and just let things be.

Day Four ~ when God has a plan...

So much for improved breathing. :(  But what can I say, this is my body and I've been in it long enough now to know this is the way it goes. One day can be okay and the next day it won't be. In this case though, I'm thinking it was bigger than the ups and downs I usually experience. It seems to me that when God has a plan, it's gonna BE. I'm also thinking He started my day off with the gift of five inches of beautiful white snow because He knew I'd be facing some giants later. (I know it's not all about me, but I'm just thinking He's all knowing & all loving & the snow really did give me a delightful distraction when I needed it!)

Mom and I loaded our bags in the car and headed over for my final two appointments before our flight back to Louisville. I met with my cardiologist, Dr. Fenster at eight o'clock. He explained that the ECHO bubble stress test showed the shunt (leak) in my heart is back & a tad worse than on the last test but still nothing to stress over. He said we'll continue to watch it, but truly feels like the repair is still good. He also noted there are no eosinophils in my heart yet which apparently was a huge relief. This was good news. He discussed his thoughts on my pulmonary embolism and the plan of action for my coumadin treatment. When he examined me he was quite concerned about my breathing. I tried my best to minimize the situation and make him believe I was okay. He deferred to Dr. Olson, but made sure I knew he was concerned.

As I waited to meet with Dr. Olson, I practiced VCD excercises to try and improve my breathing. It reduced the audible wheezing but not the shortness of breath. When Dr. Olson entered the room she immediately let me know Dr. Fenster had talked to her about his concerns. (such a tattle tale! )  ;)  She wanted to know how I felt. I told her I was okay and we should talk about the results from the week. She stopped me in mid-sentence and let me know I was in very serious condition. My lung function was 20% and I was barely moving air. She said I just couldn't survive a flight cross-country today. All I could think about was how this was crushing Mom. I couldn't deal with this. I asked her again to talk to me about the results from the week. Her eyes met mine in such a way that I think she realized I needed the big picture. She agreed to talk to me while I did a neb treatment. She took a slow breath and told me they were all very concerned about me. The results they had showed my status has declined drastically in the past four months rather than improve on the treatment. My chest CT revealed serious airway disease with extremely high levels of eosinophils. The iron infusion had not improved my level like it should have. Her list seemed to go on and on. Then she said it ~ out loud.

"Toni, you need to be here, now. Your doctors don't have the resources to treat your rare disease processes. It's time for you to go on medical leave. This has gone too far. You need to be seen here at National Jewish every day for treatment at least through the summer. Dr. Katial, Dr. Maleki and I have talked and believe this is your only option."

Honestly, I think I felt relieved and shocked at the same time. It's hard to hear someone telling you you're that sick. I trust her. I know it's true. I'm not stupid. I can read the data. I just don't see myself as t h a t sick. I'm strong. I'm tough. I can push through and handle things. I don't just lie down on the couch when I feel crummy. Why can't I wrap my head around how serious my condition is? Am I blind or delusional? Do other people see me as a pitiful sickly person? Am I like the 800 pound person that thinks I'm bikini material? I just don't know. At the same time though, I'm ready because I do know I'm not okay. Things haven't been good for a LONG time. This is terrifying and life changing and mind boggling and thrilling and the most abundantly hope filled thing to happen ~ well, probably ever. I'm in. I'm all in. I am ready to leap with both feet and take God's Good for all He has to offer me.

Just as I was processing her words, Kaci peeked in the door and said it was time for the ENO. She and I went to the room down the hall and completed the test. My number was slightly lower at 299. When I returned to the room, Mom was notably upset. I sat beside her and she muttered, "she's putting you in the hospital". In the typical way that I cope, I almost immediately felt myself separating from the possible worries at hand. At the same time, I could feel Mom tensing up. Her head was in her hands & she was flushed. I felt helpless. I am so tired, so done with hurting everyone who loves me. It's so hard to sit there and cause pain to my loved ones because I have no flipping control over my crummy body!! I can't even imagine all that was on her mind. I just had to trust that she would realize the miracle we were experiencing in the midst of this tough morning. I sat quietly and motionless beside her and waited.

Kaci returned with orders for my hospital admission. Dr. Olson let me know that they were waiting for me in the ER and she would see me back at National Jewish after I was released from the hospital. Kaci then walked us out to a parking lot covered in sparkling white snow.

Oh what a morning...

Day Three ~ A Long Day

Today was a long day, a very long day. It started with a phych consult with Dr. Pearson. Dr. Olson has actually tried to get me in on several visits, but it always had to be bumped for more urgent testing. She (and National Jewish as a whole) is so thorough and sincere about looking at me and treating me as a complete person. She wanted me to have the opportunity to talk with someone because of the medical roller coaster I've been dealing with for the past several years. Dr. Pearson, like all the other doctors on staff, was very easy to work with. She was friendly, caring, and funny. She had already consulted with Dr. Olson on my case and was clearly concerned about my well-being. At one point she began chuckling and said, "do you want to know what I can tell you're really good at?" Of course I did. "You're really good at taking things in stride and rolling with intense situations." I decided to take that as a compliment and rolled on to my next appointment which was with Alex Wilson, the nutritionist.

We met a long time and discussed many details about my nutrition needs according to the current lab results. I do have immune deficiency, severe iron deficiency, protein deficiency, and needs stemming from steroid side effects. I am actually a very healthy eater overall, so she was careful to explain that most of the complications are results of my illnesses and medicine side effects. I'm not sure if that made me feel better or not. : /  It was a relief that she did NOT mention the word anorexia. She did say I'm still technically underweight, but was very understanding about how and why it's directly connected to my medical condition.

My last big consultation appointment of the day was a familiar one with Dr. Spahn. He reviewed my pharmacokinetics testing results from April 2010 (which was normal) and refreshed us on how steroids, t-cells, eosinophils and all work (or wreak havoc) in the body. Finally, he explained that even though in 2010 my body was absorbing and metabolizing prednisone properly, he and Dr. Olson felt like there was a possibility that with the progression of my disease that may not still hold true. They proposed redoing the pharmacokinetics testing today to see if there has been a change. Of course I agreed so he added the orders into my schedule and sent me to the lab for the first of three timed blood draws. It seemed the results of this test could shed a lot of light on why some of my meds don't seem to be as effective anymore. We'll know more in a week.

After the first blood draw, I zipped up to the third floor to meet awesome Tom and Dr. Olson for a laryngoscopy. It was quick and simple. She said my vocal cords were still closing off when I exhale, but overall the VCD did not seem as severe as it was two years ago. We finished out the day waiting for time to pass between the pharocokinetics blood draws. The bright news for the day is that I am feeling noticeably better this afternoon. My breathing is more stable than it has been and I don't feel as achy. :)  It's been a good, long day.

Day Two ~ Intense

Today began on that dreaded third floor. :( By the sheer grace of God, I wasn't as stressed about it as usual, but I was also in no rush to check in. I mean, come on, I was a whole four minutes early for the appointment. I'm totally certain they had things to do other than rush me on back to get started!! I decided to be considerate & not take their time. ;)

At exactly 8:00 a.m. I stepped up to the window to check in. A familiar face was waiting for me. It was sweet Kristina. She did my PFT Box test in December of 2010 & was sooooo kind! It was a relief to see her. We headed to the room & jumped right in. She did have to page Dr. Olson because I'd broken the rules again by taking my neb treatment before the test. Of course Dr. Olson understood & we moved forward with the tests. As usual, I had to do each part numerous times because my lung function was so inconsistent. Kristina was patient & understanding though. When she finally decided to throw in the towel, we moved down the hall for my arterial gas draw before the 6-minute walk test. Not the highlight of my day!

Kristina tried once with no luck. Without hesitation she asked Mark to try. After some sickening digging he was successful. He wrapped my hand in warmers & hurried off to process the blood. I was at 93% ~ a bit low, but much better than it was in October! Kristina & I completed the rest of the test & I headed downstairs to meet up with Mom for my appointment with Dr. Olson.

Dr. Olson was a refreshing sight as always. She let me know that she'd spoken with Dr. Katial and knew things weren't "okay" so I couldn't downplay anything. Ha! It's like she can see straight through me! Several results weren't back yet, but she was concerned about the ones that were. She didnt share many details with me because she said they needed a lot more information. She sent tons of testing for Jennifer to add to my schedule & had Kaci walk me over for an immediate ENO Test (the one that measures airway inflammation). In July I registered at a very high 245. Today It was 358 which I later found out is the rare top 1% of ENO test results & not a good thing by any measure. When Kaci handed off the result, Dr. Olson hustled from the room. Within a minute I noticed Dr. Katial pass by the door. I felt Mom tensing up next to me. I just sat quietly and said a prayer for her. I didn't know what else to do. I felt it too, but I felt good about it. God is doing something big and intense here this week and I'm completely on board. Kaci returned with instructions for my prednisone dosage and a ton of new test orders for Jennifer to arrange in my schedule. We headed to the cafeteria for lunch to allow time for the updates.

After lunch we killed a little time catching up with friends from home. Before long it was time to head to the basement cardiology department for my unexpected ECHO bubble stress treadmill test. I was a bit nervous about this test because deep down I knew I was feeling pretty crummy and I didn't want to disappoint the doctors with a less than optimal performance. After I checked in I slipped away to the restroom to psych myself up before they called me back. Crazy, I know, but sometimes you just need a minute to pull yourself together.

I returned to the waiting area just in time to meet Nikki calling my name. I was delighted to see it was her. She has performed the test with me each time so having her there was refreshing. As she prepped me for the test she voiced her concerns about my wheezing and we proceeded to console each other. :)  The test was difficult, but everyone involved convinced me that I performed well above the expected rates for my current medical condition. I decided I'd have to accept that and let my worries go. I truly gave it all I had.

We finished just in time to rush to the second floor to meet with speech pathologist, Heather about my VCD. She simply reviewed exercises and strategies that I've been using for the past two years and confirmed that my form is correct. My VCD has improved overall, but I lack control when it flares during illnesses and severe asthma exacerbations.

My final appointment of the day was a simple high resolution CT of the chest. It was quick and painless which was a lovely way to end and intense day. Mom and I both left the building knowing that this week was different. Even though most of the information is pending, it is clear from the demeanor of the doctors that my condition has worsened...more than even I recognize. It's becoming clear to me that God cancelled my cancellation for a pretty BIG reason.

Day One ~ Doctors, Doctors, Doctors

I woke today inspired by friends and ready to go get the Good God had in store for me. I was still struggling to breathe, but feeling a bit better overall. Walking in through the National Jewish double doors I was greeted by the familiar scent of those sweet Rose Petal toys from my past. :)  It was a welcome comfort.

My day started with vitals and a spirometry which of course made me feel like a failure. I had to remind myself that I was here for help though. One day I will pass these stupid lung function tests! The nurse led Mom and me back to the room where we were quickly met by dear Dr. Katial, the immunologist. I absolutely love that doctor! We discussed recent events and shared his dismay with my current condition. He was "underwhelmed" by my status on such a dangerously high dose of steroids and other meds. He added orders for tons of labs and said he would be talking with Dr. Olson and the other doctors as the results came in. Even though it was the first appointment and he couldn't do much more than say he needed to gather more information, I actually left feeling extremely hopeful. I could sense his urge to fight for me and that was something I've been longing for.

Without a wasted minute, they hustled us across the waiting room to the other exam rooms to meet with gastrointerologist, Dr. Toribara. The meeting was light-hearted and concise. He has quite the sense of humor. He was quick to point out that I am a "Hell of a case" and he's glad he's a minor player in it! He confirmed my beliefs that reflux/gastric problems do not play a role in worsening my asthma or health problems. Even though there are studies to show the correlation is possible, he said it just isn't the case with me. With that, piece of the puzzle in place, we rolled on over to appointment number three with rheumatologist, Dr. Maleki.

This is where things got a little heavier. She reviewed tests, discussed symptoms, and absolutely confirmed Churg Strauss as my diagnosis. She said it's such a rare disease that she has never seen or even read about such a solid, early stage case. Then she talked about the treatment. She was concerned about my course of treatment since the initial diagnosis on August 30th. Things haven't exactly gone as planned and she wasn't pleased or content with it. As I listened to her talk I thought back on the past few months. It's like they were flashing before me. I was seeing all the things I try to put out of my mind in order to cope from day to day. Things like begging doctors to order tests, communicating back and forth across the country, missing work, inadequate care, contradicting plans and so on. She explained the possibility of trying other treatments if the one I'm on now doesn't start working. Her scenarios included options that aren't readily available and some that need to be monitored very closely and seriously. In my mind I knew that nothing she was discussing was likely if things continue as they have been. It's time for a change. I need these doctors for more than a week. I need help. I want to work and I want to live. I deserve to live. She wrapped up the appointment by examining me and pointing out ways my body has deteriorated over recent months. She also order several more tests and promised to consult with Drs. Katial and Olson to develop and wonderful plan. I walked away quietly knowing that was exactly what I needed..."a wonderful plan".

After that, I was about 30 minutes late for my appointment with ENT, Dr. Ramakrishnan. It was no problem though, they were able to get me right in. He reviewed his surgery notes from October and examined my sinuses. Overall, the good news is that the surgery was a success, but there is still a problem with eosinophilia. He said it was most likely connected to the Churg Strauss and his role from this point forward would be a minor one.

That wrapped up the first day with the exception of a few more needle sticks. :(  For a day of initial meetings and tests I already feel like big things are going to happen this week.

a little different this time

Everything about this trip has been a little different from the beginning, so I feel inclined to take a different approach to blogging about it too. Rather than the simple day by day ~ play by play rundown I've usually given, I feel the overwhelming urge to be honest with myself and include my raw, uncensored thoughts. I do believe God used my dearest friends to get me out here this time for a reason. He has a plan for me. I can't claim to know that plan, but I want to be able to look back on these trying times and remember how it feels so I can ALWAYS be thankful. I know that life can change drastically from one day or even one hour to the next. The outcomes I am staring at this week could be radically different next week, but that's okay. The important thing is that I'm on board again! I'm back in the game and I am ready to fight. I'm ready to do what I need to do, whether it's a little different or a whole lot different....

Thanks for rallying the troops, God!

I must admit that I wasn't exactly abounding with optimism and expectations for this trip to National Jewish. I wanted to be ~ I just couldn't seem to muster it up. That's when God came through in a heart-melting, jaw-dropping way. He rallied the troops and in one day of traveling cross-country I have been showered with more love, inspiration, and encouragement than any one person deserves. The power of support is truly priceless. It has really changed my whole perspective! I DO believe this trip will be GOOD! How can anything be against me when God is clearly showing me all He has in place to encourage me?!

I know I've mentioned it before, but I am so thankful how this journey has shown me true friendship. It constantly amazes me to see how sincerely people care.... for me. It's so humbling. Mere acquaintances have become solid rocks of support. I am blessed to be touched by such wonderful people I can call my friends.

pneumonia should be a 4 letter word

I don't deserve to complain about being sick. Compared to other school years, I haven't had as many actual infections this year. Maybe the transition from the classroom really has made a difference. I've been out for so many other health reasons, it's just hard to know why my body is doing what it's doing. Regardless of the reason, I've had a good run & when you look at the odds & history, I guess I was due. Seriously though, for the record, I just have to say, pneumonia is a beast.

It has a way of taking you at your weakest and highlighting all you are struggling with. I had just completed my first full week of teaching since early September. It just seems ridiculous that I can not make it seven days without wimping out. I've withdrawn from friends and family this week because I don't want anyone to know how bad I feel. Also, I totally don't have the sick days for being this sick. Pneumonia should seriously be a four letter word.