Monday, November 19, 2012

Thanksgiving has a whole new meaning now.

I posted this to Facebook this evening. But wanted to document this one a little more permanently. I started thinking today about everything I've physically been through this year. I had to start a list to help me remember all the procedures, illnesses, side effects, and causes, health reports, treatments, and bad news. Not only am I thankful the Lord brought me through all of it, but I'm thankful He chose me. Whether He chose me for my own benefit, or for the benefit of another, I am humbled that He used me to bring glory to Himself...even if I never see the results.
 
I am Thankful for all the Lord has allowed me to endure this year:
Heart failure, small stroke, internal bleeding, severe anemia, atypical Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome, chronic kidney failure, severe hypertension, 17 blood transfusions, TWO defibrillations, 7 months of hemodialysis, 30+ plasmapharesis treatments, 19 Soliris infusions, a peritoneal dialysis catheter placement (and then replaced), left kidney cauterized, kidney biopsy, port placement in left chest, picc line in left arm, picc line in left neck, IJ catheter in right neck, bronchoscopy, drainage of right lung, migraines and nausea, loss of 30 lbs and some hair, a total of 56 days (6 stays) in the hospital...
If all that isn't proof that GOD's got a plan and that I'm part of it...I'd be dead.
Praise the Lord.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Busy little bees

Oh my gosh, this month is so busy. Mom and dad will be closing on this house, and on the new house, and we will be moving shortly after. Mom gets her port put in and starts treatment. Joey is on call. Then Joey is on vacation. Thanksgiving speaks for itself. I have 3 doctors appointments. One is in Indy, so we will kill two birds and hit up the Keystone Fashion Mall to buy a wedding present. I have two Soliris treatments, we move things into storage, Christmas shop. I have to go to Frankfort at some point to pick up my 31 stuff. We had to sit down as a family and write up the calendar so we all know who's doing what and when. I have always liked being busy. I'm thankful I have the energy these days (mostly) to appreciate the busy times. If we all make it through this month without bumps or bruises I will be impressed.
So, my peritoneal dialysis has  been really hit and miss these days. I'll have a great manual day, but then that night when trying to use the cycler it'll alarm all night and I'll have to give up and unhook. Which means I have to do manual the next day too to catch up. And then sometimes both manual and cycler are rough for a couple of days. Then I start to get puffy and swollen, and know I have way to much fluid on me. But the only way to fix it is to drain, which is what got me into trouble in the first place. It's a little bit uncontrollable. And that unnerves me.
Speaking of, it's time to hook up. Praying the cycler and I are friends tonight...

Friday, November 2, 2012

aHUS- google it.

Ok, so that first hospital stay was a whirlwind. I had been diagnosed with TTP and acute kidney failure. They considered it acute until about 3 months and then you are considered chronic. I was in the hospital for 10 days that first time around. And by the time I was released my diagnosis had changed to atypical Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome. It is a 1 in 5 million disease. ????! I mean, come on! Everyone wants to feel unique or special but not like this! I talk to God everyday about what in the world He wants to come of all this. He doesn't let you have an ultra rare disease for no reason. I keep holding on to Hope that He is going to heal me, from all this. And I'm going to tell my story, about the mercy God showed me and the miracle He allowed me to be a part of.
Anyway, trying to think back on March- May is a little fuzzy. I was medicated, ALOT, and so sick. Dad would later tell me about doctor visits or conversations that I was apart of but I could not remember due to being so doped up and high. During the first hospital stay I stopped eating and by the time I got out the second time I had lost 30 pounds. (I could spare to lose it) I was so weak I couldn't walk by myself or hold Eloise. It was a hard time. Dad would sit in the hospital with my every day while Joey was at work and hold my hand. He would advocate for me when I couldn't talk. He would constantly be tucking me in, making sure I was warm enough. Or had enough pillows. Or had enough to drink. He just sat there, praying. Sometimes crying. I had never seen my dad looking so defeated. He felt helpless, and my dad is never helpless.
After I was released from the hospital the first time, I was set up to do outpatient plasmapheresis at the hospital everyday. One day my nephrologist came in to visit and said that a pharmaceutical rep had been in a few days before and was promo-ing a drug called eculizumab (Soliris) that was to specifically treat aHUS. He said it is half a million dollars a year. We had a good laugh about it because I thought, a brand new drug, just released for my disease, $500,000 a year? I'm not the type of person so get into something that expensive. Well, at the time I didn't know that this disease is lifelong and incurable. And that if left untreated, would kill me. My hemotologist was scratching his head, because the only info he had on the disease was whatever we read on the internet. He had never had a patient with aHUS before. In fact, at this time, I'm the only one in Lafayette with the disease. I heard about Soliris, and it went in one ear and out the other. It just didn't register with me that I was dying and needed a more permanent treatment. In between the first and second hospital stay I went to visit my hemotologist and he told me he thinks I need to try Soliris. He had talked to a hemotologist buddy in Ohio that had tried it on a patient and it was successful. My doctor was practically jumping in his chair trying to convince me to get on this drug. I would have to get a meningitis vaccine because the drug suppressed the immune system in order to control the disease. I was so hesitant about that...we don't do vaccines. But after a few days of talking it over with the family we decided to go for it. You have to apply to a program and of course be recommended by your doctor. My doc contacted the company that produces the drug and got me all hooked up. Alexion Pharmaceuticals makes eculizumab, and every patient in the program has a case worker. Pam is awesome. She calls me every couple of weeks to ask me about my labs, how I'm feeling, is everything going smoothly, etc. She was able to explain in great detail what all my disease entails, what eculizumab does to suppress it, and best of all, it brings kidney function back about 50% of the time after 10 months of use. That's what we're praying for for me. Anyway, the drug is administered intravenously every 14 days. I am a super hard stick these days so in July I had a port put in my chest that is now used for my infusions. Because there is no cure for the disease, I must be on Soliris for the rest of my life. Remaining on the drug will also insure that once a transplant takes place, the new kidney won't be hit by the disease. I have my infusions at home. A IU home nurse comes to administer the drug. The first time we did it at home I took a good look at the invoice. The cost of Soliris is $58,417.92 per treatment. Not half a million like we thought (which was ghastly to begin with) but 1.5 million!!! It is literally the most expensive drug in the world. I googled it ;). So April 4, 2012 I began Soliris, during my second hospitalization. And as far as we can tell, it's doing it's job. I'm praying that I'm one of the 50% that regain kidney function after 10 months. And because of that statistic, the transplant team won't consider transplanting me until after the new year. I'm not their typical renal patient so they got on board and want to see what Soliris can do.
If you are a prayer, I ask one thing. If you were going to pray for just one thing for me, pray that I am attentive enough to listen to God, and hear what He wants to come of all this. I know there's a point, to bring glory to His name, praise God. I just hope I get to see the results of this trial.
Wrapping up, sorry for such scrambled rabble. The family is going to look at a house that mom and dad are interested in!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Let's start at the beginning...

I'm never successful when I attempt to start a blog. I run out of things to say, or there's not anything going on that is exciting enough to report. Well, this blog is going to be for my benefit as much as for yours. I have a horrible memory, and as much as I believe I won't ever forget the past 7 months, I can't be too sure. I want to remember the details, as well as life altering events. And more than anything, I want to look back on every day and thank God for getting me through, and for letting me have another. As I was on my way home this afternoon from Wellbound, after hearing bad news, I was asking the Lord to give me some reason. I wanted to know why. Why the constant complications? Why the health issues so young? Why come so close to death? Why live?...and it hit me. It could be next week, next year, or when I'm 80, but there is a reason I carry this "burden". And the kicker, I may never know it. But I'm ok with that. If the trials of my life bring glory to God, bring em on. I don't need to know the answers, just that I'm making Him happy. 

ANYWAY, I plan on recounting as much of the past 7 months as I can remember. And on from there. Because I believe that God can heal me. And when He does, I want to be able to tell the story of what He's done. 
I'm pretty sure that any of you reading this has probably been through it with me from the beginning. I'm sorry if it's redundant. But in case there are gaps in your knowledge this might answer any questions you had (but may be afraid to ask).

September 23, 2011: I gave birth to Eloise Justine Hill. Pregnancy was normal, gestational diabetes was annoying, but I had a great pregnancy otherwise. Not a lick of morning sickness, and great labor/delivery in my opinion. (The Dr's believe that this all came about because of a trigger, and my trigger was most likely pregnancy. But it has shown in the past to attack right away, not 5 months later, like it did with me)

February 2012: I was a floral designer and we had just come through the Valentine's season when I got a headache for 8 days that wouldn't go away. I thought nothing of it. When I told my boss, she said it's typical because of designing for such long hours can give you a neck ache resulting in headache. Ok, made sense to me. We went to visit Joey's family for the weekend in KY Feb 24-26 (Fri-Sun). That first night, I was soooooo tired. We had hung out and played cards and then went to Walmart on the way back to our hotel and I was shuffling through the store just trying to make it. Just kept telling Joey how tired I was. The next day I woke up feeling better and we went to the in-laws for donuts and coffee (I ate 3 glazed donuts!!) and then relaxed till it was time to go to grandma's house for lunch and games. By the time that rolled around I was exhausted and had lost my appetite. I remember picking at my food and practically falling asleep on the couch with Eloise. We decided to go back to the hotel for a nap before games that night at Joey's parent's. When I woke up I was sluggish and had no appetite, and was just downright ick. But we went to game night, that I suffered through because I was so tired and had no energy. The next morning I could barely get out of bed. I had no interest in eating, showering, or even being with Eloise. We ran over to the in-laws to say goodbye and hit the road. I slept the whole 4 hours home. And then when we got home. And for the next 3 days.  

March 1, 2012: I went to see the Doctor. They sent me to the ER, saying that I was really pale, and probably needed fluids. And they wanted some labs done. Thought it was probably mono. Great. 
They drew the labs and I waited for results. Doctors were in an out, it was a blur. One came back in with diagnosis. She said, severe anemia, mono, and kidney failure. Get this, all I thought was Mono! I don't want Eloise to get it! I had been kissing all over her! The anemia and kidney failure bits went in one ear and out the other. Turns out the mono was the one misdiagnosis. At one point some doctor poked his head in and said, just a heads up, they are going to be putting in a catheter. Didn't want you to be surprised. HAHAHAHAHA. The only catheter I had ever known of was bladder. That's what I was expecting. I was whisked off to a room (being admitted) where 3 nurses were talking about getting the catheter in and then starting dialysis that night at 9pm and then doing plasmapheresis. I thought they were talking about another patient until they looked at me and said, ya ready? Who? Me??? Wait, what are you talking about? Honey, your kidney's are failing, you need dialysis. What the heck is dialysis?!!?!
That afternoon I met Dr Al-Makki (my nephrologist) and had an internal jugular catheter placed in my neck. Afterwords I met Dr Jones (my hemotologist) and was told I had the rare blood disorder called TTP (thrombotic throbocytopenic purpura). That caused my kidneys to shut down. That night at 9pm I met the wonderful Becca (dialysis nurse) and had my first plasmapheresis. I had no idea what I was in for and that I can't fix any of this. Crazy times ahead.

This is all for today. Need to spend time with family. I'm learning to spend every day like it could be my last, and thank God for another day to watch my baby grow. I don't want to take anything for granted. 

Praise God.