Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Final update of the day
Dr. Iskandar said that he was much more aggressive this time and he hopes that he did not do any damage. (Which I absolutely know his intent is always to aid Ellie and not hurt her.) The cysts that were growing at such a rapid rate were easily removed with the tumor and he is hopeful that with the tumor gone, the cysts will not come back (or at least as quickly as they were before.) He left some kind of marker in Ellie's brain (I keep imagining like a toothpick or a paper clip which seems weird.) He was not sure if the tumor in the area could be removed or not so he wanted to mark it for the MRI. (Oh, btw Ellie is right now having an MRI). If it looks like the tumor can be safely removed in this area according to the MRI, he will go back in on Friday and do so.
Closing up
Now in the process of closing up, that typically takes about an hour (started closing at around 3pm). May not be able to blog again until tomorrow. Thanks for all of your love and support today!
SSDD
Same Surgery Different Day. So yesterday was my total meltdown pre-surgery day where I had to wear huge black sunglasses to pick Ellie up from school, not because I am a local celebrity, but because I could not stop crying. I was a MESS, you can ask my sister, she'll confirm this. But today has been much much less dramatic. It helps that Thom and Dr. Iskandar were both so confident and somewhat excited that this surgery would complete the set started back in February. Thom told me that the meeting Monday with Dr. Iskandar he seemed more excited about finishing up what he had started, more excited than he had ever seemed before. Ben and I stayed home this morning in the hope that Ben could get a bit more sleep (we were naughty and stayed up late watching Glee, I'll admit it.) According to Esther, Brittany & Thom who were with Ellie pre-surgery, Ellie was in top form. She was in high spirits, giggling at everything, really working the room. Which then makes you feel like, "OK, why are we doing this again?" Or alternatively, "Can we get some kind of guaruntee that she will be in this good of spirits post surgically?" [caption id="attachment_2415" align="alignright" width="300" caption="A bonding moment (and caught on film!)"]
[/caption]Ben was super duper excited to hear that not only would he have ONE playdate today (with the fabulous Cynthia & Caitlyn) but TWO playdates (the second with the wonderful Karly and Val). Thom thought he was lucky to have a day with the "ladies" (and really cute, smart, funny ones at that!) He was so psyched that even though we'd set it up so Ben could sleep in a bit this morning, he woke up at around 6:45 exclaiming at how he needed to get up for his playdates. Will let you know when anything else happens. Maybe a bit boring for awhile....
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
third time is a charm...
We had an MRI on Friday that showed that the cysts have continued to grow. The neurosurgeon is suggesting going in for yet another resection on Wednesday, May 26th (one week from today). He will remove both more tumor and the cysts which seem to be growing quite rapidly since her February surgeries. Just wanted to let you all know the latest. We just found out yesterday, so I apologize if you are hearing this through the blog rather than through a phone call, but not much time for planning this time (which I sort of prefer, less time to feel anxious about the up coming surgery.)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Finding the gift
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There are times, as of late, when I have been feeling somewhat disappointed, frustrated, angry, despairing at Ellie's rate of recovery. I have wished wholeheartedly for her to feel better, to not be drooling, not be slurring her words and to have the full use full-time of her face (right now most of the time only the left half of Ellie's face is functioning). Oh yeah and for her not to have hurty joints or feet or of course the ever popular after brain surgery, headache. A lot to ask for, I know. It feels at times as though I am slowly watching Ellie lose more and more of her functions. At these times, it feels as if she is slipping away, albeit at a sloooow rate. When I start to go down this rather slippery slope of despair, I realize that this is merely my perception and in no way Ellie's. She continues to live in her jifillage (joy + filled + village) regardless. The world she inhabits does not include tumors. It just doesn't. I want to live there too.
[caption id="attachment_1252" align="alignleft" width="191" caption="Ellie in her jifillage."]
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Last week we received yet another package from Grandma in the mail. The most coveted item in the package was a sheet of bubble wrap. The kind with large bubbles, not the small bubbled kind. First Ben was playing with said bubble wrap, popping them by standing on them, jumping on them, using as many body parts as possible to make popping noises. Ellie was also much interested in the bubble wrap. When Ben went upstairs for a bath, I sneakily gave the bubble wrap to Ellie so she could have a turn. After Ben's bath, he was appalled that the bubble wrap he had been playing with was now in Ellie's hands. He raced over and snatched them out of her hands. We then began discussing how we can't really grab things from other people, it's just not a nice thing to do. We brainstormed how we could solve this bubble wrap dilemna--look for more in the basement, cut the piece in half, etc. Ben handed the bubble wrap back to his sister. Ellie's face lit up and she proclaimed her brother "as sweet as candy" for giving her a sheet of bubble wrap. In the few minutes that Ben had the bubble wrap, Ellie had completely forgotten the upset of him snatching it from her hands. All she saw was how wonderful it was in that moment for Ben to be giving her such a precious gift. How magnificent to live in a world so filled with joy that you do not even remember that someone did something you did not appreciate. And how fortunate are we to have a daughter who continually reminds us of such important lessons?
[/caption]There are times, as of late, when I have been feeling somewhat disappointed, frustrated, angry, despairing at Ellie's rate of recovery. I have wished wholeheartedly for her to feel better, to not be drooling, not be slurring her words and to have the full use full-time of her face (right now most of the time only the left half of Ellie's face is functioning). Oh yeah and for her not to have hurty joints or feet or of course the ever popular after brain surgery, headache. A lot to ask for, I know. It feels at times as though I am slowly watching Ellie lose more and more of her functions. At these times, it feels as if she is slipping away, albeit at a sloooow rate. When I start to go down this rather slippery slope of despair, I realize that this is merely my perception and in no way Ellie's. She continues to live in her jifillage (joy + filled + village) regardless. The world she inhabits does not include tumors. It just doesn't. I want to live there too.
[caption id="attachment_1252" align="alignleft" width="191" caption="Ellie in her jifillage."]
[/caption]Last week we received yet another package from Grandma in the mail. The most coveted item in the package was a sheet of bubble wrap. The kind with large bubbles, not the small bubbled kind. First Ben was playing with said bubble wrap, popping them by standing on them, jumping on them, using as many body parts as possible to make popping noises. Ellie was also much interested in the bubble wrap. When Ben went upstairs for a bath, I sneakily gave the bubble wrap to Ellie so she could have a turn. After Ben's bath, he was appalled that the bubble wrap he had been playing with was now in Ellie's hands. He raced over and snatched them out of her hands. We then began discussing how we can't really grab things from other people, it's just not a nice thing to do. We brainstormed how we could solve this bubble wrap dilemna--look for more in the basement, cut the piece in half, etc. Ben handed the bubble wrap back to his sister. Ellie's face lit up and she proclaimed her brother "as sweet as candy" for giving her a sheet of bubble wrap. In the few minutes that Ben had the bubble wrap, Ellie had completely forgotten the upset of him snatching it from her hands. All she saw was how wonderful it was in that moment for Ben to be giving her such a precious gift. How magnificent to live in a world so filled with joy that you do not even remember that someone did something you did not appreciate. And how fortunate are we to have a daughter who continually reminds us of such important lessons?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
another of Ben's wishes comes true
On Wednesday, I dropped my mom and Moffat off at the airport and returned home with Ben. My mom called after checking in to tell me how much she had enjoyed our magnificent visit. As she was talking, I kept hearing a beeping. I looked at my phone to see if someone else were trying to call but did not see any message, so I assumed it was my mom's phone. After I hung up, the phone informed me that I had missed a call from Ellie's teacher, Ms. Pettit. When I listened to the voicemail, I discovered that Ellie was having a seizure that was lasting around 5 minutes. When a seizure lasts longer than 3 minutes, we have been instructed to administer Ellie's anti-seizure medication. The paramedics were called in for assistance when it appeared Ellie was not coming out of it. I was panicked as I tried to get my phone to work and kept hitting the wrong buttons, tried to get Ben's lunch packed up and myself in the car while continuing to breathe breathe breathe.
When I arrived at the school, Ellie's teacher was awaiting us outside. I raced in and she assisted Ben in exiting the car. Ellie was coming around by the time I arrived, although she was still laying on her side, she was chatting up the medical team surrounding her. An ambulance had been called to transport Ellie to the ER. Ellie was nervous about riding in the ambulance by herself so I asked if Ben could also ride in the ambulance with me. As the paramedics wheeled Ellie to the elevator, Ben bounded down the steps, telling everyone in sight that he was going to get to ride in an ambulance. I mean he could not believe his good luck. What a contrast between all of the somber adults, worried about Ellie's well-being and Ben full of enthusiasm and exuberance for his upcoming adventure. Ellie was a bit afraid riding in bed where she was strapped down until I told her it was similar to riding in a bed at the hospital (which she has done plenty of as of late!) The whole time we were riding, Ben had a running list of questions. Why does the route look different from an ambulance? (Answer: Because we were facing back instead of front.) Why did we keep stopping? (Answer: stop lights.) What other colors do ambulances come in? (Answer: red, white, green. Ben would like a green one "next time".) The baby was moving around like crazy the whole ambulance ride.
By the time we arrived in the ER, Ellie had pretty much recovered and, although she was super sleepy on the ambulance ride, she was pretty much back to her chatty self in the ER. And can I just say that you really do get the best service when you arrive by ambulance. A child life worker, Amanda, was in the room and immediately set to work accompanying Ben to Tyler's Place. Ellie had had a highly stinky and messy accident during her seizure so I set to work cleaning her up. When Amanda returned she assisted me in that task as well as retrieving crayons for Ellie to work on. Thom arrived a bit later with clean clothes for Ellie (and more crayons just in case). He explained that he had gone ahead and ran his errands beforehand (what I titled, "Pulling an Elaine". From the Seinfeld episode where Elaine takes the time to stop and get candy at the movie theatre before arriving at the hospital bed of a friend.) No one really knows why Ellie had a seizure today. It seemed that she had a small one (lasting about a minute), last Wednesday. Perhaps Wednesdays just make her have seizures. It remains yet another medical mystery.
Amazing how a day can change in a flash and then change right back...I think one thing I am greatful for today is that Ellie was doing better even when I arrived at the school. Whenever there is some type of "emergency" situation that Ellie quickly recovers from, I somehow feel as if we have bypassed something. Like we might have had to stay once again in the hospital, but we somehow got out of it. Like getting to leave work early. Or cake not on your birthday. Or a surprise visit from somebody you love. A warm day in March (in Wisconsin that does not happen very often). I almost feel giddy in the end, knowing that she is home now and feeling better. Having Ben with us and his super excited attitude also puts things in a different perspective than we would have had otherwise. Knowing that HE was beyond excited, made the experience more fun than scary. And seriously we have been to the ER so many times as of late it hardly seems 'emergency' anymore. On the ambulance ride, the paramedic told Ellie that she would probably rather be doing something else than going back to the hospital. To which I responded that we like to focus on the things we like about the hospital, such as all the friends we have there. Then when we arrived, our oncology nurse, the fabulous Peter, was called to see if he could come and do the poke, making it easier for Ellie. Because as Ben so clearly illustrates, going to the hospital does not have to be a tragedy or even something that ruins our day (although I think riding in the ambulance most certainly MADE his day).
When I arrived at the school, Ellie's teacher was awaiting us outside. I raced in and she assisted Ben in exiting the car. Ellie was coming around by the time I arrived, although she was still laying on her side, she was chatting up the medical team surrounding her. An ambulance had been called to transport Ellie to the ER. Ellie was nervous about riding in the ambulance by herself so I asked if Ben could also ride in the ambulance with me. As the paramedics wheeled Ellie to the elevator, Ben bounded down the steps, telling everyone in sight that he was going to get to ride in an ambulance. I mean he could not believe his good luck. What a contrast between all of the somber adults, worried about Ellie's well-being and Ben full of enthusiasm and exuberance for his upcoming adventure. Ellie was a bit afraid riding in bed where she was strapped down until I told her it was similar to riding in a bed at the hospital (which she has done plenty of as of late!) The whole time we were riding, Ben had a running list of questions. Why does the route look different from an ambulance? (Answer: Because we were facing back instead of front.) Why did we keep stopping? (Answer: stop lights.) What other colors do ambulances come in? (Answer: red, white, green. Ben would like a green one "next time".) The baby was moving around like crazy the whole ambulance ride.
By the time we arrived in the ER, Ellie had pretty much recovered and, although she was super sleepy on the ambulance ride, she was pretty much back to her chatty self in the ER. And can I just say that you really do get the best service when you arrive by ambulance. A child life worker, Amanda, was in the room and immediately set to work accompanying Ben to Tyler's Place. Ellie had had a highly stinky and messy accident during her seizure so I set to work cleaning her up. When Amanda returned she assisted me in that task as well as retrieving crayons for Ellie to work on. Thom arrived a bit later with clean clothes for Ellie (and more crayons just in case). He explained that he had gone ahead and ran his errands beforehand (what I titled, "Pulling an Elaine". From the Seinfeld episode where Elaine takes the time to stop and get candy at the movie theatre before arriving at the hospital bed of a friend.) No one really knows why Ellie had a seizure today. It seemed that she had a small one (lasting about a minute), last Wednesday. Perhaps Wednesdays just make her have seizures. It remains yet another medical mystery.
Amazing how a day can change in a flash and then change right back...I think one thing I am greatful for today is that Ellie was doing better even when I arrived at the school. Whenever there is some type of "emergency" situation that Ellie quickly recovers from, I somehow feel as if we have bypassed something. Like we might have had to stay once again in the hospital, but we somehow got out of it. Like getting to leave work early. Or cake not on your birthday. Or a surprise visit from somebody you love. A warm day in March (in Wisconsin that does not happen very often). I almost feel giddy in the end, knowing that she is home now and feeling better. Having Ben with us and his super excited attitude also puts things in a different perspective than we would have had otherwise. Knowing that HE was beyond excited, made the experience more fun than scary. And seriously we have been to the ER so many times as of late it hardly seems 'emergency' anymore. On the ambulance ride, the paramedic told Ellie that she would probably rather be doing something else than going back to the hospital. To which I responded that we like to focus on the things we like about the hospital, such as all the friends we have there. Then when we arrived, our oncology nurse, the fabulous Peter, was called to see if he could come and do the poke, making it easier for Ellie. Because as Ben so clearly illustrates, going to the hospital does not have to be a tragedy or even something that ruins our day (although I think riding in the ambulance most certainly MADE his day).
Monday, May 10, 2010
Constant
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Last week, Ben and I were driving to pick Ellie up from school. It was one of those absolutely gorgeous spring days that we often seem to have all summer long here in Wisconsin. Bright blue skies, a breeze, maybe just a hint of chill in the air. As we drove by Ellie's school, I noticed sweet Ellie standing outside with her class as they worked in the garden. Ellie sort of stood off on her own, just contently staring at the sky or trees. Suddenly a man across the street turned on his lawn mower and Ellie had a startled look on her face as she does any time loud noises startle her. What an illustration of how constant Ellie is. I mean most of us (even 5-year-old Ben) alter ourselves depending on who we are with and what the situation calls for. Not Ellie. She will have the same response regardless of if she is alone in her room, at school, on a walk...She is just constant. I was sort of inspired as I sometimes find myself twisting and turning myself into loops trying to "fit into" a situation. How much more freeing it would be to just be able to authentically be myself regardless of what was happening around me.
[/caption]Last week, Ben and I were driving to pick Ellie up from school. It was one of those absolutely gorgeous spring days that we often seem to have all summer long here in Wisconsin. Bright blue skies, a breeze, maybe just a hint of chill in the air. As we drove by Ellie's school, I noticed sweet Ellie standing outside with her class as they worked in the garden. Ellie sort of stood off on her own, just contently staring at the sky or trees. Suddenly a man across the street turned on his lawn mower and Ellie had a startled look on her face as she does any time loud noises startle her. What an illustration of how constant Ellie is. I mean most of us (even 5-year-old Ben) alter ourselves depending on who we are with and what the situation calls for. Not Ellie. She will have the same response regardless of if she is alone in her room, at school, on a walk...She is just constant. I was sort of inspired as I sometimes find myself twisting and turning myself into loops trying to "fit into" a situation. How much more freeing it would be to just be able to authentically be myself regardless of what was happening around me.
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