Saturday, February 28, 2009

So...the gallstones, among other things

I am trying to make light of the situation, but indeed, Elliot’s gallbladder will need to be removed in the very near future. I think that it is warranted as a pancreatic attack is not something we want to mess around with. Even though, I am not crazy about removing an organ (albeit a superfluous organ) from my two year old boy’s body.

While in the general vicinity, we will also conduct a liver biopsy. The antinuclear antibody (ANA) result still leaves the specialists (and me) puzzled, so we need to determine if indeed it is liver related. I’m trying to stay positive regarding the ANA, as it is a non-organ specific autoantibody.

The question remains: What percentage of patients with autoimmune hepatitis present with the above, since it is not specific for liver antigens? We’ll soon find out. In the meantime, I strangely pray for autoimmune thyroid disease.

God bless my boy. Such a hero.

Monday, February 23, 2009

On a lighter note - Some brotherly love






We are trying to be positive. We are trying to have fun. Wednesday, we'll head back to Children's for additional tests. A dear friend (who just so happens to be a PA) has given me some medical information which has provided me with a bit of hope. She did agree, however, that a liver biopsy should have been the course of action that was taken back in June when this all began. Um, yep. That's what I asked for, but I cannot focus on the past. I am hanging on to hope. I will update following Wednesday's appointment. In the meantime, enjoy some fun photos! Look how blessed we are!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Vocabulary, like it or not.

Down syndrome. Two years ago, I could not say it. I repeated it over and over in my head, but could not muster the words. Trisomy 21 “sounded” much better, so that’s what I used in conversation. That, after all, was what Elliot was diagnosed with at birth. He had a triplication of the 21st chromosome. Medically, that’s what he had.

After time, I began, however, to embrace the two words. Down syndrome. It began to sound…well, okay. “Down,” inherently, was not a pleasant expression, but really, it was merely the physician’s last name. That’s all…a last name. And Down syndrome is and always will be what makes Elliot unique. Without it, he would not be Elliot.

Other words, or rather conditions, became commonplace, not necessarily associated with Down syndrome, but ordinary nonetheless:

Hypotonia
Hydrocephalus
Dandy Walker
Tethered spinal cord
Laryngomalacia
GERD
others...many others and way too many to list

While I can embrace “Down syndrome” because I have to and now, I want to (and many of the above mentioned because therapy, medication, surgery and treatment can somewhat rectify) I cannot embrace these two:

“Autoimmune hepatitis”

And, while not absolutely diagnosed without a liver biopsy, the blood results are currently consistent. ANA present, etc. I cannot get into those “words” as I have not learned enough about them as of yet. I’ll learn. I always do; like it or not.

We’ll head to rheumatology next week. To rheumatology and to pediatric surgery, as gallstones are also present.

If absolutely diagnosed, we will begin steroid treatment and we will pray. We will pray because, in a nutshell, my dear boy’s precious body will begin (or has begun) attacking his own liver.

I am stoic. Any of my passionate emotions now have to be the consequence of a simple miscalculation in judgment.

Rational. Perspicacious. Those are good words.

And really, it is easier. The tears do not come anymore…

Friday, February 13, 2009

Nothing yet...

Noting definitive to report. Funny, they rush us in and then take the day off (not golfing, I assume...we have a foot of snow). A nurse from our pedi practice (I had results sent there as well) reported what she was able to interpret. She did not like my questions and sat there with a medical text book looking up answers.

I know:

That there is no portal hypertension;
That his liver is not enlarged; and
That he may have gall stones.

Gall stones? How? Well…haemolytic disease or spherocytosis, cystic fibrosis? Not based upon blood work results, etc. Who the hell knows…

All the odd panels were sent to Mayo. Results not available until mid next week. Keep praying friends. As I always say, Wee E just goes blissfully along. The kid is a saint!

A difference of opinion…

Elliot and I spent the majority of Nora’s birthday evening at the hospital. Our pediatrician whom interpreted Elliot’s previous blood work results noted that there was NO major cause for concern, indicating merely to repeat liver enzyme labs in a month. Children’s Hospital staff begged to differ. They ordered an immediate abdominal ultrasound. They ordered a:

Liver Panel
AntiSmooth Muscle Antibody
Infectious Hepatitis Panel
GGT
Alpha Fetoprotein
Too many anti-antibodies to list
And many, many others…

For those of you who have followed the blog for a bit, you know that Elliot’s liver enzymes were elevated in June and subsequently came down in September of last year. You know that there was never a cause determined for said elevation. You know that they looked for all Hepatitis infections. They looked for mono – they looked for a lot. They found nothing.

What they did not look for was autoimmune Hepatitis, cancer, and many other horrible things. Radiology will interpret results this a.m. The blood work will be back in a few days. In the meantime, I do need to stay away from the Internet. I’m libel to drive myself over a cliff…

I merely wonder why our pediatrician, whom has treated Elliot for a good 30 months, thinks nothing of a second elevation. Why she did not want to look for portal hypertension with an ultrasound. Why I asked for all of the above mentioned and she told me that I was nuts. Then, the next day, Children’s Hospital orders EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, that I asked our pediatrician to order. And I was to get it done pronto! I think that I missed my calling.

I will post some photos of Nora’s party later. Although I missed dinner, as did Elliot, I made everyone wait at home to open gifts until Elliot and I returned. I wanted to see the look on our precious daughter’s face when she received her American Girl stuff that I so carefully picked out. At least the day ended on a good note. I hope today does as well. Updates following the calls from the docs…the docs whom all claim to be so superior.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

Happy Birthday Nora!





Happy 7th Birthday to my beautiful princess! xo from Momma

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Think again.

Damn it. Elliot’s liver enzymes are elevated again. As before, Hepatitis A, B and C not present. No virus either. His SED rate is also up. I wish they would just run a liver biopsy already. I’m a flipping mess – just a blubbering, bawling idiot! Of course, I start to think undiagnosed biliary atresia. Dear God.

I thought that he was simply being a bit stubborn. I thought that he just hated the spoon. Now, I think, and have that terrible motherly instinct, that he is sick…
I pray otherwise.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Learning and said lessons

My mind is mush, but my hope is restored. While yesterday’s appointment at Children’s Hospital’s Feeding and Growth Management clinic was long and tedious (particularly with both boys and a husband who was off in never-never land), it WAS worthwhile.

We spent FOUR long hours speaking to a: speech language pathologist; a nutritionist; an Upper GI specialist; a well qualified occupational therapist and low and behold, an EXCELLENT developmental psychologist.

Primarily, I enjoyed the visit with the psychologist, and he was who I was most hesitant about originally. He noted, and quite frankly, that Elliot is NOT autistic. Elliot is moderately mentally retarded. I know this and I knew this. When asked if he treats children that fall on the autism spectrum AND have T21, he firmly stated “no,” and at Elliot’s age, in the doctor’s estimation, it is impossible to diagnose autism, when Down syndrome is present. He saw a social child that has his mind set on not eating. He saw a child whom has never learned how to eat.

Learned. Eating is a learned behavior, and Elliot has simply not grasped the concept of ingesting anything other than Pediasure.

We will take a tough love approach. And, candidly, I am mad at myself for not attempting something like this previously. It all seems so simple now.

Simple!

Meal time:

1. All meals should be 3-4 hours apart.

2. Between meals, Elliot shall NOT have anything – no access to liquid, nothing…

3. During meal time, we will institute a feeding “trial” before allowing Elliot to have his Pediasure and his Pediasure must be ingested in 20 minutes or it will be removed.

4. The feeding trials will consist of 10 bites.

5. Acceptance for Elliot was defined as and successful opening of the mouth allowing me to “place” food in his mouth.

6. A simple command of “open” will be given, with the utensil placed near his mouth for 5 seconds.

7. We are to ignore refusal by keeping the utensil near his lips.

8. If Elliot refuses, spits, etc., we are to firmly state “NO” and turn away from him for 15 seconds.

9. If he accepts the food, HUGE amounts of praise are to be given.

10. I am to place 5 of Elliot's favorite toys in a bin and use them solely for feeding trials.

11. When he takes a bite, or merely allows me (or Jeff – but hey, probably me) to place food in his mouth (swallow or no swallow) he gets the toys for 30 seconds.

12. When finished with the toys, I state “All done,” and remove the toys and go in for another bite.

**I will do this for one week, three times per day and report all findings back to the physician. The trials are to take place in the kitchen, at the table, in his high chair ONLY.

Common sense! We are NOT to force feed Elliot. We are not to place him in a regimented feeding program – 8 hours per day for 8 weeks (as suggested by many a physician). According to the psychologist, this would only traumatize our Wee E even more. I loved this doctor.

On a different note, we ran a: CBC; ESR Westergren; CRP; Chem 14; Amylase; Lipase; Prealbumin; IgE Level and a Vitimin D. We also are checking for Celiac with a specific panel. We will have an Upper GI x-ray; an upper endoscopy; another swallow study and a feeding evaluation. We have to rule out anything medical, but there was overall agreement (between all docs, specialists) that the hypothesis of “Feeding is a learned behavior; Elliot has not learned.” was the most accurate of theories.

So, optimism is back in place. Finally, someone with confidence in our son. Thank GOD! Wish us luck. And, pray that all of the tests come back normal. It is my feeling that they probably will.

Just another bump in the road with Elliot. Many more to come I am certain. But, bumps are just that...bumps!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The small things

What may seem like an insignificant act to some – a day-to-day, unsystematic act of kindness – can indeed make a difference.

This was brought to my attention by an old high school class mate. Apparently, some twenty plus years ago, I did something nice. I won’t divulge with regard to the details, but she said that I made a difference and she’ll never forget what I did. I don’t actually remember doing what she said that I did, but she does and she made me aware of it just recently and how it gave her a “glimmer of hope.”

A glimmer of hope.

Really, isn’t that what we all need?

It’s important. It is important to smile at the stranger that you pass in the grocery store isle. It’s important to give compliments with sincerity, to both strangers and friends. It’s important to hold the little girl’s hand who is struggling at the skating rink while her friends fly by. It’s important to let the person out into stopped traffic in the huge SUV…the one who no one wants to drive behind. And, it is important that the huge SUV driver waves with reciprocation. It’s important to tell the drive through window worker (the one who makes minimum wage) “Thanks and have a nice day.” It’s important to mean it. It’s important to walk around with a smile on your face. Life is too short to be unpleasant…to poke fun…to think that “do unto others” is cliché. It's not.

We all become so downtrodden with the tribulations of life in general. I know that I do. I cry after our son’s therapy sessions. I get angry at my husband for no apparent reason. I use my car’s horn when someone cuts me off. But really, there is no need. What good does it do to honk out of anger? What good does it do to wonder around aimlessly in our home, cursing under my breath at Jeff for tracking mud into the house? And, why cry about Elliot’s lack of progress? I’m trying. He is trying. And, we all need to try.

The most negligible attempts. Those are what matter. And really, whether we know it or not, they will eventually make a difference.

I had to be reminded of that, and am reminding others in return.

So hey, HAVE A NICE DAY! Really!