Sunday, August 7, 2011

Momentary Troubles

Therefore we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.  
-- 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

Sigh.

It took a lot to write that--to trust that right now--yet, somehow, I do.

Those of you who visit my blog often may have noticed a longer pause between posts that usual recently.  It's because--in the words of my fellow blogger and friend, Lauren--"it's because something 'bad' has happened, and I've been taking time to process it."

Truthfully, this story began 11 months ago ... but at that time I chose not to share it with you until I knew the direction this journey was going to take us.  Then on July 28th, I knew more clearly what that would be.  Now, I think, I'm ready.


When Jackson went for his 4-month well visit at his pediatrician's office--she told us he had slight torticollis.  In short, this means that his head was always leaning slightly to the left side.  It is a condition caused by stiffening of the muscles in one side of the neck, and it has a variety of causes.  It is a "fairly common" infantile condition, and I have seen it on numerous occasions working in a pediatricians' office.  It is usually successfully treated with neck exercises and physical therapy.  Old hat.  No sweat.

About 4 days later, however, both my mom and Justin (on the same day) pointed out to me that they thought Jackson's back looked and felt crooked.  Mom referred to it as "his ribs bulging on one side."  So, I telephoned his pediatrician's office (where I worked) and giggled into the receiver (feeling silly) as I made Jackson a doctor's appointment because "sometimes I think his back looks crooked--I feel like I'm going crazy or something--it's probably my imagination."

It wasn't.

The pediatrician examined his spine and was shocked that she had not noticed it herself.  Jackson's spine was curved to the left, and she felt he needed to see a pediatric orthopedist.  I left the office with a referral to Children's Hospital in Washington DC.  I made the appointment (which was later cancelled).

Now, for those of you who really know me ... the type-A, information driven, research oriented, go-to-exhaustive-lengths-for-a-cause me ... totally understand that I didn't stop there and patiently wait for his ortho appointment nearly 4 weeks out.  

I started googling (and thumbing through old nursing textbooks which contained exactly one sentence about the condition) about Infantile Scoliosis.  That is where I came upon a website (www.infantilescoliosis.org)  --and a miracle.  My miracle was fueled by a seriously ill little girl, a ferociously determined single mother, an incredibly brilliant British doctor, kind-hearted old men in funny hats, and a side of plaster-of-paris.

This information I found on the Infantile Scoliosis Outreach Program (ISOP) website led me to cancel Jackson's appointment at Children's and apply for his acceptance to Shriner's Hospital in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.  Shortly after, I discovered he had been "accepted" at Shriner's due to the rarity of his condition and their expertise in it, and our first appointment was scheduled for October 19, 2010.


Jackson's first set of XRays were taken that day, and it was determined that he did, in fact, have "Infantile Scoliosis."  His COBB (curve) was 20 degrees, and his RVAD (slant/twisting of the ribs) was 18 degrees. The "cut off" for treatment is 20 degrees.  Therefore, at that time we were in a place of "watch and wait."  Jackson's numbers were favorable for self-resolution, and we would return to Shriner's in 3 months for more XRays.


Fastforward.  We returned to Shriner's on January 25, 2011 when Jackson was 8 months old.  His second set of XRays revealed a COBB of 20 degrees (no progression) and an RVAD of 28 degrees.  This means that while his vertebrae did not curve more, there was a larger difference between the position of his right-sided ribs and his left-sided ribs and his spine.  The doctor gave us the option of beginning treatment at that time or waiting another 3 months because he was cautiously optimistic that Jackson's scoliosis could still resolve on its own.  We decided to wait and see.

(checking out his hospital bracelet in January)

I had an unsettled feeling about this appointment.  I think it was mostly because Jackson's back looked so much improved to the naked eye.  Justin and I had expected to hear that he was already resolving.  I spoke at length to a physician colleague (and very dear friend) of mine--and she suggested seeking a second opinion.  She suggested a pediatric orthopedic surgeon at John's Hopkins in Baltimore, Maryland.  This fella was amazing--I emailed him personally that night--and the next morning, he personally responded and had his nurse telephone me for an appointment.  So, off we trekked to MD for our next follow up and XRays.



Remember my blog post about Justin catching the teenage shoplifters at the Baltimore Aquarium?  What I conveniently left out at the time of that post was that the reason we were in Baltimore was for Jackson's scoliosis treatment.  Using the XRays from Shriner's, the doctor at Hopkins measured Jackson's COBB at 23 degrees and his RVAD at 21 degrees.  This seemed to make more sense to us as his back looked so good to the naked eye.  Again, we were told to "watch and wait."

We returned to Hopkins in April (sorry, no photos) and new XRays revealed a COBB of 24 degrees and an "improved" RVAD (no number given).  We continued our wait-and-see-plan.

Then, on July 28th, 2011--a little over one week ago--we returned to John's Hopkins for a follow up.


Jackson's XRays showed a COBB of 45 degrees and the RVAD was not given.


He was given a new diagnosis of "Progressive Infantile Scoliosis."  Unfortunately, John's Hopkins does not strictly adhere to the "gold standard" treatment for this condition, so we will be returning to Shriner's for Jackson.

There is no gentle way to put this, but up until 6 years ago, this condition was a potentially fatal form of aggressive spinal curvature and rotation affecting 1 in 10,000 babies under the age of 3.  The only treatment was the surgical placement of metal growth rods around the spine and surgical lengthening of these rods every 6 months.  This was the best case scenario.  Other possibilities included lung collapse and heart failure due to compression--ventilator dependency--and death.

That's where that miracle comes into play.

In 2005, a British doctor named Dr. Min Mehta published her decades-long medical study of children with Progressive Infantile Scoliosis and her revolutionary treatment method that was curing them.
Yes.
Curing.
In Europe since the late 70's--but in the USA--nothing.


But there was this amazing mom named Heather Hyatt whose daughter, Olivia, had progressive infantile scoliosis that was not being properly treated and would stop at nothing to find a cure for her.  Heather made it possible for Dr. Mehta to come to the United States and educate physicians on how to successfully treat these kids--and, get this, I have Heather's cell phone number and talk to her regularly!

A great deal of the doctors that were educated in Dr. Mehta's methods are Shriner's physicians and they continue to follow her principles precisely--which is why we have chosen to return to Shriner's for Jackson's treatment.

Dr. Min Mehta discovered that the best (and often curative) treatment for progressive infantile scoliosis was early treatment through EDF (elongation, derogation, flexion) casting with plaster-of-paris.

Say what?

Beginning in early September, Jackson will receive his first Mehta Cast.  This is a plaster torso cast that will apply gentle (and painless) pressure to his spine and, as he grows naturally, will force his spine to grow out the top and bottom of the cast and straighten itself.
And ... because a picture is worth 1,000 words ...

This is the beginning of a long (and scary) journey for us.  Jackson will receive a new cast every 8 weeks in Philadelphia until his COBB is less than 10 degrees (cured!)  Each cast will be applied under general anesthesia with a state-of-the-art specialized casting table.  Then, every 8 weeks, his old cast will be removed...he will have 24 hours cast-free, then a new cast will be reapplied to further correct the curvature of his spine.  This process takes an average of 6-24 months.  I'm guessing that based on Jackson's curve, we are looking at 10-12 months in a cast.  Following the serial casting, Jackson will wear a plastic brace for awhile to ensure that the correction "holds."  Hopefully, by preschool, he will be cast and brace free ... and cured of his scoliosis.

Now that I have given you a full medical history and lesson on a rare form of scoliosis, I have but one request.

Prayers.

Please keep Jackson in your prayers.  We have an upcoming MRI, and then we will most likely be proceeding with casting in early September.  Please pray for good MRI results, good tolerance of anesthesia,  easy adaptation to life with the cast (for baby and parents!), and ever-decreasing numbers for his curve.

I know that the many of you who have met Jackson are probably thinking "what?  really?"  We are too.  He is such a delightful little guy--always laughing and blowing kisses--and incredibly headstrong.  May that be a testament to all of us as to how he will continue living his life--with or without a cast.

Thanks for reading.

And, because he probably explains it better than I do, meet our friend, "Cole."

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Come Back Soon

I had a great weekend visiting with my Uncle David and Aunt Mary!


Come back again really soon!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Oooooo---wow!

"Oooooo---wow!"
~Jackson, on the birds


Yes, wow!
Remember Hugo and Victoria, the baby robins from the little tree in our front yard?

Well, it turns out there were actually three babies ... the egg that I thought did not hatch ... actually just hatched a day later.  So, Hugo and Victoria were actually Hugo, Victoria, and Miracle.  The third bird, Miracle, is so named because we have saved her life twice.  Three days ago, she fell out of the nest and way lying in the sun on our asphalt driveway.  Luckily, I arrived home shortly after she must have fallen.  She was panting, but still alive.  So, I scooped her up between two paper towels and returned her to the nest, hoping the mother robin would not abandon the three nestlings.  Mommy Robin returned to the nest within about 30 minutes and continued to feed and nurture the three babies.  I was so very happy to see her there!  What a wonderful mother she has been.

Then, just now--like, literally while I was typing the opening of this blog post--Justin called upstairs to tell me the babies had left the nest.  One baby quickly skipped across the yard and into our neighbors' bushes.  Another baby sat chirping in the shade of our front stoop.  And the third baby, Miracle (because I'm certain it was the same baby was before-wink) was panting in the grass, unable to stand.  Justin scooped her up and placed her back into the nest.  Sure enough, Mommy Robin has already returned and is still tending to her.  It is so sweet ... as I'm writing this very line, I can hear them chirping outside.  I hate that they chose today, the sweltering 103 degree day, to fly the nest ... but I suppose that's mother nature.  I will just have to keep faith that God will take care of these three precious babies that I have grown to love over the last two weeks.

Incredibly enough, I snapped several photographs of Hugo, Victoria, and Miracle about 20 minutes before they left their little nest ... and one of Hugo chirping on our front stoop ... so, I hope you will enjoy them as much as I have.  I know I will never take the simple pleasant chirping of a robin for granted again, instead I will think back fondly on the summer I was blessed to witness the birth of these beautiful tiny creatures.







Can't you just imagine little Hugo standing there on the stoop carrying a lunch box?
... just a silly little thought that came to mind ...

Farewell to our treasured feathered friends ... come back and sing to us now and then.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Birthday Weekend

To celebrate Justin's 30th birthday (albeit really early), we traveled last weekend to Winston-Salem, NC to visit my our dear friend, Megan.  I just thought it would be a nice treat for Justin to have a weekend away from parenting, work, and the familiar.  So ... Jackson had a busy three days with his Ne-Ne and Paw-Paw, and we loaded up the Scion for our travels to North Carolina.


Actual Time: 4:47 pm:  day one

I had to include this beloved photograph in honor of our Megsie.  She has become accustomed to her car clock (and watch--yes, watch) being 50 minutes slow.  Therefore, she's afraid that resetting them correctly will throw her off schedule.  We got a kick out of this!  And ... after a few days, we started running on Megan-time as well.
 
Love you, girl!


Why Krispy Kreme?  My husband and his sweet tooth discovered that Winston-Salem is the birthplace of the Krsipy Kreme doughnut.  So, naturally, we had to pay a visit.


And hear about it everytime we traveled anywhere near the street where it was located.
Ahem.


But, Krispy Kreme wasn't the only outing on our agenda ... oh no!  Megan treated us to a wonderful lunch at an old tavern in a colonial Moravian village--just my style!




And we also enjoyed wine tasting and touring at a local vineyard.





And after a classy bottle of Riesling, we decided to kick back at a local dive--real Southern style--for some good old fashioned North Carolina BBQ.




Talk about some good eatin'!

On Saturday night, Megan took us downtown for some throwback Charlottesville-style pizza at Mellow Mushroom and to her favorite bars.  It was great!



Nothing quite like good friends and a good time for your birthday ...

But, wait!

It wouldn't be a Justin-esque holiday without ...

Cake.


Complete with all 30 candles ...

Happy (early) Birthday, Jus!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Farewell, Harry

In 1997, a single mother on Welfare brought the world a story that would forever change a generation.

My generation.

And at 12 o'clock this morning, we took our final journey into the world of Harry Potter--a bittersweet journey that marked a final installment of extraordinary magic--and also the end of a childhood fascination spanning some 14 years.

Thank you, Harry.


Justin and I recently awoke after the, truly, once-in-a-lifetime experience of attending a Harry Potter marathon that began at 4:30 am on 7/14/11 and lasted through the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.


It All Ends.
7.15.2011

We've been seeing that slogan for some time now, and when my alarm sounded in the wee hours of July 14th, I couldn't have been more excited to wake up!


Justin had traveled directly to the theatre after working night shift ... and little did I know he had spent his night playing Scene It! with people who had traveled to Winchester from all over the East Coast for this event ... how lucky that we live 5 minutes away!  So, when I arrived at 4am, lots of Muggles already knew my name.  I felt a little like Harry entering Diagon Alley.



This car belonged to our friends Virginia and Erin!


So we found our seats, and prepared for the 24 hours of Potter magic to begin!



Not seeing sunlight was a small price to pay for this opportunity to drink Butter Beer, squeal and cheer with fellow Potter-fanatics, and curl up under a blanket and watch Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson grow up on screen--to see over a decade of their childhoods, and ours, played out in these truly epic films.



There were costume contests, Harry Potter trivia, free back massages, and free face painting (scars, of course)!  And ... almost everyone (including us) came dressed up in one way or another.


Yes, a few tears were shed ... okay, a lot (and by a lot of fans) ... but this will forever be an amazing memory.  One that I'm sure I'll one day proclaim to Jackson "Yes, I was there!  I was there when Harry Potter was created ... I was there from the cupboard under the stairs to the battle of Hogwarts ... and I loved every moment!"

Farewell, Harry, our dear friend.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Yes, There Is A God

Not that I needed baby robins to hatch in our front tree to convince me, but how can you look at this photograph and not agree?


Yes.
There is a God.
And He is so very good.

P.S.-- their names are Hugo and Victoria
wink

Better Late

I suppose it's better late than never to share how we spent our Fourth of July around here.  Unfortunately, Justin had to work again on this holiday, so Mom and I took Jackson to see his first fireworks (well, the first ones he paid any attention to anyways).

Before the firework display, we traveled to West Virginia (really...it's only 20 minutes away) to eat dinner at our beloved Logan's Roadhouse (oh, how we miss Roanoke).  As you can see, Jax was super-duper excited about the holiday photo taking.


But at least--in this quality mother-son photograph--you are given a lovely display of his holiday garb.  Always a silver lining.

Once we gave up on the picture taking, we headed to dinner ... then home to watch the fireworks display for the first time in our new hometown.  I'll have to say ... it was pretty nice.  Ever since Roanoke's fireworks stopped being let off from wonderful old Victory Stadium, nowhere has ever really compared.  

I'd give ours a solid "B-" ... not too shabby.

Some great things about these festivities were the food vendors, the games, and the live music.  The three of us had a splendid time just milling around before the fireworks began at "dusk"--a.k.a. 9:50pm (when Jax was fading fast!)



I'll give you one guess who the "monster bag" of cotton candy was for ...
Jackson?
Dead Wrong.


Finally, the magic began ...
Lighting the night sky with a beautiful extravaganza of color ...
Literally, like nothing Jax had ever seen ...


Boom.


Boom.


Pop.  Fizzle.


Boom!

Little Taco fell asleep during the whole ordeal ... but I'll bet his dreams were amazing that night.  Don't you think?  After all, you know what they say about what you fall asleep watching ...


Maybe it is better late ...
I think the Fourth of July is something beautiful to relive.