Saturday, August 4, 2012

Who Are You and What Have You Done With My Baby Boy?!

Taylor is sixteen.  He has been for well over a month now, but I think possibly I've been in denial and that's why I haven't done this post.  But anyway, Taylor is sixteen.  How is that possible is what I want to know.  I still remember vividly the details of being so uncomfortably pregnant with him.  I remember the intense but rapid labor and hearing his giant baby voice screaming when he was born.  I remember how right from the start he wanted nothing to do with swaddling and he would stretch himself out and kick those blankets right off.  He was so strong too and I have a picture of his Aunt Melissa holding him up in the air with his little body completely straight like a little airplane when he was only two weeks old.  He started rolling over at two months old and was sitting up before he was four months old.  It seems he was in a hurry to grow up right from the start!  So I probably shouldn't be surprised that this day is already here.  But it is difficult to reconcile how quickly that cute little "Precious Moments" baby (everyone at church called him that because of his giant brown eyes) has become a handsome young man who will be leaving us in just a few short years.  Hug your babies every minute you can and enjoy every second you have with them because holy cow, those days are over in a blink it seems.

So sixteen is typically a pretty awesome birthday is it not?  Driving, dating and all that big deal stuff can happen now.  But first of all, Taylor still hasn't taken driver's training.  The $500 + fees have been a bit much to swallow not to mention having to add him to our car insurance.  Plus, Taylor still hadn't mastered bike riding yet and Kalen told him there would be no drivers license until he could ride a bike.  With the sensory issues that he's had, balancing on two skinny wheels has always been hard for Taylor so he just wouldn't do it.  We'd try to get him out there to practice but he always gave up after thirty seconds or so.  But when the youth in the branch decided to plan a big activity where they would do a 34 mile bike ride from Kalamzoo to Lake Michigan, Taylor really wanted to be able to participate.  It took him hours of practice and lots of bumps and bruises, but he finally did it and managed to ride the whole 34 miles!  So now we really do need to figure out how to get him signed up for the drivers training even with the cost involved. 

The other reason this birthday was pretty low key was Taylor himself.  He was actually at scout camp on his birthday which was fine since it had been less than a week after my surgery and throwing a party was not something I wanted to even remotely think about.  However, I offered to let him have friends over for a campfire and yard games on July 3rd shortly after his return from camp.  We figured they could roast hot dogs and do s'mores and play Bocci Ball or Steal the Flag or something and then go see the fireworks that night, but Taylor didn't want to.  He said he would like to do that sometime soon just for fun, but just wanted to keep his birthday party simple.  (And secretly I was so relieved because at only two weeks after surgery, I was still not feeling like much of a party hoster). 

So simple is what he got. Super simple.


Kaya was so proud of her gift to Taylor that she picked out and bought all by herself.

He's been dying for this book ever since he got his Native American flute.  Thanks Nana!

A bike helmet!  (He borrowed one for the youth trip).

Another item on his wish list written by one of Taylor's favorite paleontologists.

The item Taylor wanted most was a brown fedora.  I took a chance and ordered this on line.  Not only was it too small but it wasn't quite the style he had hoped for.  He wanted less Perry the Platypus and more Indiana Jones.  Kendall has since inherited the hat and looks so classy in it and Taylor got to pick out his own hat that is definitely what he wanted.

One of the most poignant things for me with this birthday is that Taylor has been ordained a priest at church and now blesses the sacrament.  Hearing his voice in the microphone that first time was pretty emotional for me.  I'm just so proud of the choices he's making in his life that allow him to do such a thing.  And Spencer has already asked Taylor to baptize him next summer when he turns eight!  How cool is that?                     

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Zoo Day


A few days before my surgery we took a trip to the zoo since I figured it would likely be awhile before I could do any sort of activity like that after surgery.  The weather was beautiful that day--perfect actually.  And Kalen was able to join us for the day so that was even better.  I can't remember the last time he came.

They have grown so much since the first time we snapped a picture on this ant 10 years ago.
                                 






Everyone had a great time feeding goats and giraffes.  We spent a long time watching the baby prairie dogs and their antics.  We tried to spot the brand new baby lemurs and caught just a glimpse but the mama was very protective and kept them way in the back of the exhibit.  Hopefully the next time they'll be out and playing for us.  The kids got along for the most part and I don't think we even had one tantrum.  Sucess!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Three Parties isn't A Bad Deal

My baby is four.  Wrapping my mind around that is very difficult.  (My oldest baby just turned sixteen, but I will address that impossibility later...).  Kaya asked me the other day, "Why do you call me Baby Girl?  I'm not a baby anymore!"  Trying to explain to her that she will always be my baby didn't work out very well.  "I can't be a baby if I am this big!" she protested.  My question is, "why do they have to get that big so fast???" 

Anyway, they grow up and have birthdays every year in spite of my best efforts to keep them little, and Kaya was no different.  In fact, as soon as she realized that she could have her very first "friend party" she was ecstatic and had her guest list made out two months in advance.  Luckily, she has a fairly small social circle right now, so the list wasn't too long.  We ended up having her party at the playground (I love summer birthdays for this reason!)  about a week before her actual birthday since that would have been two days after my surgery and there was no way I was hosting a friend party then! 


The weather was perfect for her party, the kids had a ball playing on the playground and then we fed them pizza, opened presents and ate cupcakes.  According to Kaya, "It was the best day ever!"  (She has many of those kinds of days:)

And then the plan had been that we would do our small family party on her birthday.  I was told that I would be in the hospital for 1-2 days so we thought for sure I would make it back at least on her birthday.  Of course, that didn't happen.  I felt so terrible to miss her big day and sat in the hospital remembering my hospital stay with her 4 years ago, and wishing I felt as good as I did then!  Or at least had a sweet little newborn to snuggle with!  Apparently Kaya was devastated too, until Nana told her that they would have a little party anyway where she could open her present from Nana and Spencer volunteered to let her open his too.  They didn't get any pictures, but apparently she had another "best day ever!"  My mom had taken Spencer to spend all five of his dollars on a Webkinz cow that he spotted at the grocery store a few weeks beforehand.  It just makes my heart so happy when my kids are willing to give so much to make a sibling happy.  And Spencer was so thrilled to give her that gift!  She of course loved it and today proclaimed that she is the "best owner" of a Webkinz!.  She also loved her Rapunzel doll from Nana and told her "when my mom sees this she will freak out!"  She has named the doll "Tangled" instead of Rapunzel.  Which is pretty apt, because that is what her hair looks like right now.

Then, finally I did get to come home so Kaya got her third party.



After opening her gifts, which were all a big hit, she got to go outside to break open her paper bag pinata that she had been saving for nearly an entire year since she made it at a library activity last summer.

                                    
We enjoyed more cupcakes and ice cream (which I didn't get a picture of).  And of course, Kaya said that this third party was "the best day ever!"  I just love that kid!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Spring Soccer

I have SO much catching up to do!  Hopefully I can get some things caught up in the next few days.  Thank you to everyone who has been checking in on the blog for health updates lately.  I'm sorry there haven't been any:)  Things are going really well still.  My ear is beginning to clear finally so I don't feel so off balance (yay!).  My energy level is returning.  The trick has been not overdoing it before I realize I've overdone it.  Then I end up with a headache and major exhaustion.  I have to keep reminding myself that it hasn't even been three weeks yet.  My incision seems to be healing nicely but after I sent the surgeon a picture of it, he decided we should wait another week before removing them.  I still have a bit of facial weakness which I'm not sure I mentioned in my last post.  It hasn't been a huge deal so I don't really notice it unless I'm laughing or smiling big, and then I really feel it.  I'm not sure exactly how I appear to others when that happens, but to me it feels like my face is totally lopsided.  If I smile big in the mirror, I don't really notice a huge difference.  The doctor does think that this will eventually improve as well.  I've also had a few twitches on the left side which can be alarming since the surgery was supposed to fix that, but the doctor said it's VERY common and can continue for up to a year or more after surgery.  I guess it can take those poor nerves awhile to heal.  I'm also having a few right sided twitches which could still be residual crossover spasms from the left side, or more likely the beginning of hemifacial spasms on the right side.  I'm hoping not, but even if it is, right now it is so mild that it will most likely be years before I would need to address it by having another surgery.  I'm still hoping that they'll just go away completely along with the left sided twitches.

And now on to catching up!  Lynnsey and Spencer both participated in Spring soccer this year and had a great time.  Both of them continue to make great strides.  Lynnsey was one of the best players on her team and has amazing stamina.  She played midfield most of the time and never seemed to get tired even when the temperatures soared and the other players were dragging on the field.  She is so much fun to watch--almost graceful in her movements.  

And Spencer's games were fun to watch too, in a different way.  His age group is still in the mindset of just going after the ball.  Never mind that you are supposed to be playing your position at the other end of the field.  Never mind that you just stole the ball from your teammate!  So they all run around in this massive herd of kids that just cracks me up.  In spite of that, Spencer is a fast little guy out there and had some nice plays--even scoring a goal in their first game.

This picture was too funny.  I think this little girl might have been in his class the past year.  Anyway, I'm not sure what their deep conversation was, but the coach finally reminded them that they were supposed to be playing.  Spencer turned to go back onto the field and the little girl grabbed him from behind and gave him a giant hug while he was trying his best to squirm out of her reach.  He finally ended up dragging her behind him as he ran to catch up to the ball.
Kalen coached Lynnsey's team again this year and Kendall was the assistant coach.  Anyway, Kalen wanted to have a get together to thank the team and their families for a great season, so he invited them all to our house to make s'mores and play games.  He intended for the kids and their families to come.  What he got was the kids and their siblings and the parents squealing out of our driveway to enjoy a couple of hours to themselves!  Okay it wasn't that bad, but we really did only have one parent stay the whole time although a few others came toward the end and stayed for a bit. But we did get some siblings there too without their parents, which I thought was really interesting.  I don't think that's something that I would have done--especially if I didn't know the family I was leaving them all with very well.

                                    
They did all have a great time.  After playing soccer and basketball, playing on the swingset and painting at the easel, they all roasted marshmallows over the fire and sandwiched them between fudge striped cookies (so much easier than graham crackers and Hershey bars!).  We went through 3 big bags of marshmallows and 4 packages of cookies (and still had kids wanting more...)!  It was a great way to wrap up a fun season.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Ouch.

You know when someone says "I feel like I've been hit by a truck" or someone else says "You look like you've been hit by a truck".  Well, I personally have never been hit by a truck or seen someone who has been hit by a truck.  But if being hit by a truck feels like microvascular decompression surgery, I hope that I never have the experience of being hit by said truck.  Or that you have that experience either.  It's a little bit painful.

We left on June 19th to head over to my appointment to meet the surgeon and go over any last minute questions.  That went well.  Dr. Casey is quite interesting and sort of cracked us up with is very odd sense of humor.  But the man knows his stuff and really helped to put us at ease, at least as much as possible.  I came away from that appointment feeling like I made the very best choice in a surgeon.  The hospital seemed really nice too--newer and well kept with lots of friendly people to direct us where we needed to go.  It was also not a huge place, which made me feel more comfortable too.

After that we went and had lunch and then bought a few snacks for Kalen at the grocery store before checking into our hotel.  We had decided to stay over since I had to be at the hospital at 5:30 in the morning and it would have been a challenge to drive back over in the middle of the night.  We settled in and just relaxed for a couple of hours before dressing up and driving up to the Detroit Temple to do a session.  It was the best possible thing to do to feel calmer and peaceful about what would happen the next morning.  It was especially cool because I was the very first person to go into the Celestial Room and had it to myself for quite awhile before others came in.  It was such a beautiful feeling to be there by myself and soak up that feeling for that time.

We ate a late dinner on the way back to the hotel and then called my mom and the kids and talked for awhile.  After that the terror set in all over again.  Mostly I think it was because no matter how much I had prepared or how many questions I asked or how many accounts of others experiences I had researched, I still had no idea what this surgery would be like for me.  And to know that meant I had to go through it myself.

We got up at about 4:40 although I had been awake since 3:00 and got ready to head to the hospital.  We arrived and registered and then we were sent up to the surgical waiting room.  Kalen was given a number and shown a big screen that indicated what stages various surgeries were in so he would know what was happening to me.  They called me back into the holding area where I changed into a gown and they got an IV going.  My nurse was this bubbly little Japanese lady that reminded me of Chieko Okazaki and made me feel a lot calmer.  Once that was done, Kalen was allowed to come back to visit for a bit.  The surgeon came by to say good morning and had me put an X on the left side of my neck to indicate which side they would be working on.  Then the anesthesiologists came in to talk about what they would be doing and then they had Kalen leave so they could insert an arterial line into one of my veins so they could monitor my blood pressure during surgery without using the cuff.  They gave me something in the IV to make me not care that they were mutilating my veins while they tried several times unsuccessfully to get the line into my miniscule veins.  I had one person on each arm digging needles in when the surgeon came back and told them to stop hurting me and that they would put it in once I was under the anesthesia.  I was so happy to hear him say that!  Then they found out that the guy who was supposed to do the intraoperative monitoring of my systems had overslept and was coming from Ann Arbor--about an hour away.  So Kalen was allowed to come back for a bit longer.  Then finally, they gave me more of the drug to make me loopy and sent Kalen off again.  I vaguely remember being wheeled to the OR and being lifted onto the operating table.  I remember someone at my head putting a mask next to my mouth and telling me to have a nice nap.  I remember thinking he was going to need to put the mask all the way over my face for it to work.  And that was the last thing I remember until hearing voices interrupting my peaceful sleep.  I felt the circulation "socks" on my legs pumping and giving my legs a nice massage.  I remember being told that they were taking me to my room in the ICU.  My head hurt but not nearly as bad as I had expected.  I remember people lifting me onto the new bed and someone remarking "she's a lightweight compared to the usual!"  This whole time I had not opened my eyes and I don't know how much time passed between each thing I remember.  I know I kept telling people I was thirsty.  My mouth was SO dry, my lips were cracked and my tongue felt ten times it's normal size and completely numb on one side.  Everyone kept telling me I couldn't have anything to drink yet and I was so mad.  I was sure I was going to die soon if I couldn't get water.

Later I woke up again, opened my eyes and then closed them immediately.  The entire room was spinning rapidly!  I tried again but it was worse.  I remember thinking I may have made the worst decision of my entire life!  What if I could never see again???  I was also aware that Kalen was next to the bed watching TV and jiggling a cup that clearly had a bunch of lifesaving ice in it and I was so mad at him because he wouldn't give me any! 

The day went on with me sleeping and waking occasionally only to discover that the dizziness was still unbearable.  I remember finding the clock on the wall and trying to bring it into focus.  I'd get it almost there and then it would spin away again.  At some point the surgeon came in and told me he felt the surgery was successful.  If I could have mustered the energy I may have begged to differ! 

The entire day passed and they still wouldn't give me any water.  At that point I'd have sucked a washcloth dry!  I just needed something but they said because of the dizziness and nausea, they couldn't do it because they were afraid it would just come up again. 

Finally in the middle of the night, the nurse took pity on me.  She brought me a cup that had a tube with a sponge attached to the end.  She told me to only wet my lips and tongue with it but not to suck on it or swallow.  Guess what I did the second she left the room?  I tried to be good and do what she said, but that dripping water was such a blessed relief.  It felt so heavenly on my cracked lips and giant tongue and especially dripping down my parched throat. 

Kalen arrived early the next morning to find me still having major dizziness issues, but I was finding that I could keep the clock in focus for a few seconds each time, so it seemed somewhat better.  They took out my catheter so that I would have to get out of bed to go to the bathroom which they felt was necessary for me to start improving.  It was such an ordeal!  I have never felt so weak or dizzy!  I had to walk heavily supported by Kalen or a nurse, and I would get back into bed shaking all over and with teeth chattering.  But everytime I got up, I did feel a bit stronger and a bit better. 

The next step was to eat something.  And that was impossible.  The nausea and dizziness were so awful!  I'd get a few sips of Ginger Ale down and a couple of nibbles of cracker but that was all I could do.  The entire day was like that and then that afternoon the vomiting started.  I couldn't seem to keep anything down.

I had been told to expect a 1-2 day hospital stay, but it was very apparent, that I wasn't going home that day.

The next day, the room had finally stopped spinning IF I just held my head very still.  Every time I had to turn my head it set it off again.  I managed to eat some Jell-O that morning and some Sierra Mist and more crackers.  And everything stayed down, so that was good.  I had my first shower, pathetic though it was.  I had to sit on a chair and could barely do anything, but it felt so good to have all the goop out of my hair (I was quite a sight the first time I looked in the mirror!) and change into a fresh gown.  I continued to graze on a few things but still struggled.  We waited all day for the doctor to come in but it was evening before one of his associates came.  They had talked about releasing me on the second day.  I was having a hard time fathoming how I would survive the ride home in a moving vehicle, but I also knew it was Kaya's birthday and she was going to be so disappointed if I didn't get to come home.  But after consulting with us, he left and called Dr. Casey to see what they should do.  Later the nurse came in and told us we were staying for another night.  As sad as I was for Kaya, I was relieved to have more time to recuperate. 

The next morning I felt hungry for Cheerios!  And I ate nearly the entire bowl.  The dizziness was ever-present but better than it had been.  I could focus my eyes for longer periods.  And I felt a lot stronger.  We even went for a short walk down the hallway!  So late in the morning we got word that I could go home.  Kalen went to Walmart and bought a travel neck pillow and two other pillows.  We slightly reclined the car seat and he wedged me in between the pillows which kept me from moving too much on the ride.  I kept my eyes closed nearly the whole ride home because the scenery flashing past was too much for my poor dizzy head. 

And then we were home.  It was so fantastic to see the kids again.  They were as careful as possible to keep their voices down to protect my sensitive ears.  (The fluid and swelling on the left side cause some sounds to be muffled and others to be magnified.  I was ready to strangle one of the housekeepers in the hospital who was shaking out a plastic sack one day!)  They had lots of stories to tell me about all the fun they had with Nana while I was gone.  It seems she did a fantastic job of keeping them busy and happy and unworried about me. 

That night we celebrated Kaya's 4th birthday and she was so excited about everything.  And I felt so happy just to be home.  I think it's really true that you can recover more quickly when you are in your own environment. 

Every day since has been better than the last.  The dizziness is almost gone now.  I still have a few episodes now and then and the full ear that I'm experiencing tends to make me feel off balance so I'm looking forward to that clearing up.  The doctor said it can take up to 6 weeks though:(    My hearing is still a bit sensitive but getting better.  I can now walk to the bathroom all by myself.  My voice which I lost as a result of the breathing tube, is finally coming back.  I have a massive bruise on my chin from a monitoring needle that they used that is finally clearing up.  My arms where both the arterial line and the attempted lines were, are both slowly healing.  They are a mass of blue and green and yellow bruises and at night especially they ache something terrible.  The incision isn't pretty but hasn't given me much trouble at all.  I never did get the huge headaches I was expecting.I am getting stronger all the time but wear out quickly.  It is so strange to feel pretty good but have something as simple as taking a shower cause me to need a nap.  As slow as recovery seems to be going though, I know I did the right thing.  The left side of my face is calm!  No more winking at people (unless I want to!), no more weird twitches and spasms pulling the side of my mouth! 

The surgeon said I had a couple of different areas that were affected.  There was a vessel trying to wrap itself around my auditory nerve (that's what caused my episodes of tinnitus before, and what caused so much of the dizziness afterward.  It also makes me wonder if the vertigo I experienced before may have even been caused by that).  There was also a cluster of veins resting on my 4th, 5th and 7th nerves.  They padded them all off and got a perfect reading on their EMG.  I am so happy that it was successful.  I am still having a few mild twitches on the right side which time will tell if it was related to the left problems and will eventually go away, or if they continue will indicate hemifacial spasm on that side.  Even if I do have it on the right side, at this point it is so mild that I wouldn't do anything about it yet.  But if it does progress, I know who to call!

Below, is a picture of my incision.  Do not feel like you have to look at it, especially if you have a weak stomach, but for anyone who wondered exactly what I was having operated on, here you go:



Staples will come out at week 3. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hard Things

One morning I woke up and decided to have brain surgery. True story.

I don't always blog about the unpleasant parts of my life--particularly when it comes to my own troubles. People on Facebook who update me on every single aspect of their lives including their headaches or menstrual cramps or hangnails kind of drive me nuts. Sometimes it's best if you keep some complaints to yourself. Then there are posts that involve updates on bigger stuff--really serious illnesses or struggles that people are having. I have mixed feelings about those. One the one hand, I'm never sure if a social networking site is the best platform for those kinds of things. On the other hand, having a whole bunch of people praying for you sure can't hurt. A friend of mine put up a post about some scary health issues her daughter was having and within a few minutes she had 30 comments from people sending their love and support and prayers.

I'm not one of those people though. And this problem isn't one I feel I can put into a short little status update without feeling like I'm begging for sympathy or attention from everyone. So why blog about it? I'm not sure. Maybe because writing helps. Maybe because I think only one person reads my blog (hi Alison!). Maybe because I really do want people to know what I'm dealing with and that in spite of my trying to post all the fun and happy parts of life, which I love most, sometimes life is really, really hard. So here it is:

A little over ten years ago, I noticed a teeny tiny spot under my left eye that was twitching incessantly. It was pretty mild and sometimes annoying if I thought about it much, but it wasn't a huge bother. I mentioned it to my doctor once and she thought it was most likely stress related. It finally did go away but would return for brief periods every few weeks or so. Then about three years ago, I noticed my entire eye was twitching; top and bottom lid. That was really, really annoying. Then I noticed it was spreading up into my eyebrow and down into my cheek. So I made another appointment with my doctor. This one said the same thing--stress and fatigue most likely were the cause of Blepharospasm. I went home and immediately Googled "Blepharospasm". It didn't seem to fit with what I had happening. And then on one site at the bottom, I saw a link for something called Hemifacial Spasm and read the description of that. And I knew that's what I had. I intended to research it more fully to try to find out all I could about what caused it and how to get rid of it, but I was at a particularly busy time then and never got back to it. And a few days later, my symptoms let up again and returned to the milder come and go every so often form I was used to. So I just went on my merry way and tried not to worry about it.

I had another bout last fall that was more bothersome than usual, and I mentioned it at another doctor's appointment when I went in for a sick visit. Again, he chalked it up to stress and didn't seem at all concerned with it. Shortly afterward it disappeared again and I actually had a solid few months with NO twitching at all.

And then, last spring, it started again. But this time it was worse than ever. I noticed that when I closed my eyes (as in to go to sleep), my entire left side of my face would go into major spasms. It began waking me up in the night and making it so hard to go to sleep again. During the day, my eye would often wink at people all on its own! I began to notice that every time I blinked my eyes closed, the side of my mouth would pull up just a bit.

I can't really describe what that feels like. It would be almost funny if it weren't so terrifying to feel like you have no control over your facial expressions. This time I looked up Hemifacial Spasm and became convinced that's what I had. I went back to the doctor. I requested a different doctor in the practice, thinking maybe he'd take me more seriously. Guess what he told me? Yep. Stress less, sleep more. I told him what I thought I had and I could tell he thought I was making it up! So I asked him for a referral to a neurologist and he said no. He really thought if I tried some relaxation exercises and slept more, my problems would be solved. He said to come back in three weeks and if I was still having problems, then he would give me my referral.

So I tried to take his advice. I really hoped he was right. It isn't like I wanted to have a progressively worsening neurological condition. And then one morning I woke up with the worst migraine of my entire life. I managed to get the kids off to school, cancelled my visiting teaching appointment, and crawled into bed, wondering if I would be completely blind when I woke up. It was like I was looking though a long black tunnel and everything at the end was tiny and bright. I was dizzy and the pain in my head was crushing. I was completely incapacitated for most of the day and then horribly weak for the rest of it. I've always been prone to migraines and tend to have a couple of them per year, although every few years I seem to have a period of a few weeks where I get them more frequently.

The next day I was fine though and felt great again, except for the stupid twitchy eye. But two days later, I was hit with another migraine. Not nearly as bad this time and it was odd in that the headache part wasn't too awful, but once again, my vision was horribly affected. It was sort of like looking at the world through TV static. It lasted about an hour and then went away. These continued to happen every few days and we dubbed them "eyegraines" since most of the time my vision was terribly affected followed by the headache. It started to really get me down since it made it difficult to know if I would be able to follow through with my plans. I was so worried about Spencer's spring field trip because I knew I would be riding a school bus for several hours with noisy kids and then walking around in the bright sun and heat for the rest of the time--all headache triggers! Luckily, I was spared that day. The other distressing symptom was the dizzy spells. I had a bout of them last fall and winter too and the doctor had me try a procedure where I laid accross my bed with my head off of the end and then had me turn my head from one side to the next. Strangely enough that seemed to help, so I tried it again this time. Once again, it seemed to help, though I had to repeat it nearly every day.

So with all these new symptoms, I went to Google again. Bad idea. Google told me, based on these symptoms that I had MS or a brain tumor. Nice, right?

I went into my next doctor appointment and told him about all the new stuff and this time he didn't hesitate to give me my referral. Not only that, he said we should do an MRI. So, now I was actually freaking out that I may really have something serious. Apparently no one else did though because it was a full agonizing eight weeks until I could get in to see the neurologist.

Finally the day arrived. He listened to me. He looked at a video I had taken of my face in spasm since it didn't seem to want to act up for the doctors. And he said: the migraines are just migraines. Like I said, I have a history of them and will most likely continue to get them every so often. The dizziness is caused by Benign Paroxismal Positional Vertigo which many refer to as "ear rocks". Basically I have some sort of calcium deposits or some such thing in my inner ears that when they get knocked out of position, cause extreme dizziness. And the treatment for it is exactly what my doctor had me do with the laying across my bed and turning my head. I guess it somehow repositions those deposits and gets them back in place. And the twitching and spasms ("please say stress, please say stress") is indeed Hemifacial Spasm.

And what is Hemifacial Spasm you ask? It is a condition in which an artery or in some cases ateries have become elongated or enlarged and are pressing on my facial nerve. It begins mildly but as the protective whatchamacallit around the nerve is worn away, the twitching and spams come more frequently and severely. It will not go away on its own. In fact, it will continue to progress until my face will be in spasm nearly constantly. This will mean that my eye will be nearly closed all the time and my mouth will be drawn up into some sort of freakish half smile. So what can be done? Medications can help for a time. I actually have been taking one that initially was so helpful, I thought I'd found my answer. Unfortunately, the effectiveness wears off pretty quickly, and my symptoms returned after only a couple of months. The option which my neurologist highly recommends is Botox injections. He was the first to tell me however, that the side effects of these injections can make your face droopy on that side and cause people to question whether you've had a stroke. The effectiveness of the injections tends to wear off as well requiring more frequent visits using more of the Botox, and causing more of the droopiness. And the kicker is, it only masks the symptoms but doesn't take away the sensation of the spasms which in my case is what is keeping me awake at night. I knew immediately that this was a course that I wanted nothing to do with. And I knew from my research that there was another option but I had to bring it up. "What about surgery?" I asked. He told me he advised completely against the idea. He said it is too risky and only effective in about 70 percent of cases with a high risk of side effects like stroke, deafness, etc. I had done my research and knew that he was exaggerating a bit on the numbers, but I let it slide and asked if any of his patients had ever done it. He said one of them had and grudgingly admitted that it had been successful. But he was quick to restate that he absolutely advises against surgery. (Some of that may be genuine concern, probably a lot has to do with him not wanting to be involved in a lawsuit should I choose surgery and have it not work out, and I'm sure even more has to do with the fact that he can make a boatload off of giving patients the Botox injections!)

Anyway, I left his office completely depressed and with a prescription to try out which I mentioned really helped initially. Once I got past the first few weeks, I went back to the computer and began reading all I could on the Hemifacial Spasm Association website. This is a site where people who have the condition can share their experiences and it has a whole section of diaries of people who opted for surgery and those who have done Botox. The Botox ones were largely negative--most people say it was awful, especially the longer they do it. The surgeries were largely positive--most people say they would do it again, even though it was hard and even though some of them did have some complications like hearing loss in the affected ear.

And as my own condition continued to worsen, I began praying. At first for this to just be taken away from me--miracles can happen! But I know that so many of the challenges we have are given to us for a reason and that we learn and are stronger as a result of them. So then I began praying about what I should do. I would convince myself that I wanted the surgery, then I would have a relatively calm day or two and convince myself that I should wait till it became more severe. And then I'd have a rough day and decide I wanted the surgery immediately! Back and forth and back and forth until one morning, after a hard night, in the quiet before dragging myself out of bed, I just knew. I knew that even though I may still have some better days, that the worse ones always come back. I knew that they will continue to come back worse and worse until eventually there won't be any mild days. And I knew that surgery might be the miracle I have been praying for. Or maybe it won't. Maybe I'll have more challenges as a result. But I felt an overwhelming feeling that I should do the surgery. And I haven't changed my mind yet--even though I am more scared to do this than I have ever been in my whole life.

Then Kalen and I went to the temple one day and I went with a prayer that I could feel more calm about my decision. I already knew it was what I should do, but I wanted to feel more peaceful about the unknown instead of so much fear. And I did. That was the confirmation I needed to stick to my decision.

I found a surgeon who was listed on the Hemifacial Spasm website who is actually located just south of Detroit.  I e-mailed him with some of my questions and concerns and he wrote back and addressed a lot of them. This particular surgeon is in partnership with the guy who pioneered the surgery and has a 96% success rate (so slightly better than my neurologist had reported...). He said the risks that the neurologist mentioned are possible but low. The biggest is about an 8% chance that I could lose some or all of my hearing in my left ear since the auditory nerve is right next to the facial nerve. Other risks include about a 1-3% chance of Bell's Palsy (temporary facial paralysis), about the same percent chance of infection due to a spinal fluid leak, a less than1% chance of stroke, and also some risk of complications with the anesthesia. So not pleasant, but not as high as my neurologist says either.  He also said that it's better to do it before the condition becomes too severe and that Botox can make the surgery less of a success, so it's good that I didn't opt for that.

A couple of weeks ago I went in for an EMG.  I hope you never have to have one.  It isn't very pleasant.  Basically they hooked a bunch of electrodes up to my face and then gave me a series of electric shocks to get what they call "lateral spread" which indicates that I do indeed have hemifacial spasm.  And that did happen,so that was the good news.  But then they tested my "normal" side and they also got a lateral spread on that side which might indicate either that I also am developing this on my right side too which does occur in 11% of cases and which will require a second surgery down the road at some point OR the surgeon said it is possible that I'm getting some sort of echo effect.  He said they see it sometimes in epileptic patients where their unaffected side will show epileptic activity even though it's actually fine.  Almost like the brain wants to just have things be symmetrical or something.  But they have only recently begun testing the non-affected side during this test for hemifacial spasm, so it's unclear which issue I am facing.  I'm definitely hoping for the latter.  I really don't want to have to go through this all over again.  But I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Anyway, I just had my appointment with my local doctor where I had to have labwork and a physical to make sure that I can be cleared for surgery.  I passed.  Surgery will be on June 20th.   That's in like 8 days in case you were wondering. 

I'm trying hard not to panic.  I do still feel like I'm making the right choice for me.  But it is so scary not knowing how this is going to go and if I'll have complications or new issues to deal with.  But what is scarier is that I DO know what will happen if I don't do the surgery.  So this is a risk that I have to be willing to take even not knowing how it will all play out.  I just hope I can say it was worth it when all is said and done.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Talent Night

Recently our branch held a talent night that was planned and put on by Taylor and his Young Men's president.  It ended up being a really entertaining night and it was so much fun to see how much talent we have in our branch.

We enjoyed a potluck dinner (with several dishes that represented the talents of many of the branch members), we looked at talents on display, and then watched a program of performing talents.

Each member of our family participated in one of more of those categories.

In addition to being our MC for the evening, Taylor played a beautiful rendition of "Nearer My God to Thee" on his Native American flute.

Kendall wowed the audience by playing a piece from the 2nd movement of Dvorak's "New World Symphony" on his clarinet.  Given that he has only be playing since September, he really did an amazing job.
We had lots of our family talents on display.
Lynnsey showed off her many pot holders that she loves to create on her loom.
Kaya brought her original painting which she entitled Arizona.  (She has been watching some old home movies from when we lived there and has been really fascinated with that place lately.)
Taylor also included some of his artwork:  An oil painting of a dinosaur (the name of which I totally know, but I just don't know how to spell it!), a clay sculpture of Monument Valley as well as (my favorite) a Monument Valley Christmas tree decoration that he designed and created.
Spencer displayed his lovely water color print of a flower in a vase and a clay rocket ship that he later decided looked more like a dolphin.
I of course brought some of my crochet stuff.
And in the food category, Kalen brought his famous Streusel Muffins and I shared one of my latest favorite recipes, Cookie Dough Truffles.
                                     
Taylor and Kendall and Kalen also performed a fun skit with the rest of the scouts.

It really was a fun night and I think we all developed a greater appreciation for all the talents that we and others are blessed with.  (Although I still think there may have been some sort of a mistake made when they were handing out talents.  I just KNOW that I am supposed to be a musical genius and somehow I just can't seem to find that talent anywhere!)