August 23, 2015

New Face

Much like my life, the blog needed a facelift.  So new name and address to make it easier to find and remember, but you can still find your way here using the same ole www.keepingupwithclayton.blogspot.com.
OR you can use the new address www.catchingclayton.com
Whatever floats your boat.  Either way this is our updated family blog for updates on Clayton where we've been, where we're going, how we've coped and how we're healing.  This is not the life I dreamed of, but it is the one I desperately want to live for.  Hopefully this blog will be filled with all of our new adventures, triumphs, failures and flops.  At the end of the day, this is our tale.  We're authentic...we win some, we lose some, but we are us: the bookworm, the outdoorsman and the special needs shot of awesomeness we call Clayton.

To CATCH:

1
a :  to capture or seize especially after pursuit <catch a thief>
b :  to take or entangle in or as if in a snare <catch fish in a net>
c :  to discover unexpectedly :  find <caught in the act>
d :  
to become suddenly aware of <caught me looking at him>
2
a :  to take hold of :  seize
b :  to affect suddenly
c :  to grasp and hold on to (something in motion) <catch a fly ball>
d :
  to obtain through effort :  get <catch a ride>
3
a :  to become affected by

b :  to respond sympathetically to the point of being imbued with <catch the spirit of an occasion>
c :  to be struck by <he caught a bullet in the leg>
d :  to be subjected to :  receive <catch hell>

August 5, 2015

Decisions and Wins

OK.  So it took me some time to sit and blog since my birthday.  I've had too much in my head I had to work out and get straight.  Things like Clayton's school, the question of his therapy services, his primary care doctor situation, my school, George's school...priorities.  I needed to get some things straight.  So on to the updates...
Clayton's last scans from April were good and we scan again in September.  If his September scans are good that will be three years post chemo with clear scans.  That's a milestone.  We will also be doing another stent replacement in September.  We will visit with the Orlando Urologist in October to get a better game plan on his kidney and sometime between September and December we have to find a good week to go to Dallas.  So we are going to have a busy fall.
Which leads me to my decisions.  I had applied to go to grad school through Troy online getting a Master's in History with the thought that I might could teach on the college level and possibly have a schedule that would work with Clayton and provide a second income.  I went through the motions, was accepted and even had my schedule, but ultimately I had to decide it wasn't best.  Sadly, I don't have time, while also focusing on my health, Clayton's medical, Clayton's school, Clayton's therapy and helping George stay on track with his school.  We made the decision years ago that George's job was to work and mine was to care for Clayton.  Which means our goal is for George to finish school and get a better paying job and for me to manage everything Clayton.  So no school for me.  It's hard for me because I hate sitting still.  I would love to travel the country doing something different every few months.  So feeling like I'm sitting still in my current situation always leads to me brainstorming new ideas to mix it up.  None of which work with our reality, but I brainstorm none the less.  So, since I was running out of time to make these decisions, I really had to take the time to sort it out before August.
Then there is Clayton's schooling.  After talking with folks at the county, public school really will not work for Clayton.  They either offer a few hours a week of homebound services or all day school days; one is not enough and the other is too much.  Clayton needs more than the homebound services, but anyone who knows him knows an all day school day won't work for him.  I was semi hopeful they might have something that would work because it would give me a much needed break, but they don't.  So homeschool again it is.  Plus I can't lie, I hate the idea of having to answer to someone anytime we want to keep him out of school.  Some days he could be having a bad day and other days we might want to go on a vacation, who knows, but I have zero interest in answering to a school system for that.  I love the flexibility of homeschooling.  And since I have to stay at home with him anyway...As for people wondering why I "have to" stay home with him...childcare in general is ridiculously costly, imagine childcare for a special needs child like Clayton.  Even on two incomes, we couldn't afford that;  we were having issues with that when I was working.
Which brings us to the next update...Clayton's therapy services.  The Autism center in the area finally opened and we signed Clayton up.  We have done his speech therapy evaluation and his occupational therapy evaluation and are about to start his sessions.  I really like the center so far and am excited for Clayton.  Our insurance covers his sessions 80/20.  Which is decent, but would still be tough with four sessions a week on top of his medical expenses.  But here is the kicker...insurance only covers 30 sessions per year.  30  sessions per year when taking 4 sessions per week (2 speech, 2 occupational), you do the math.  Not gonna get us very far.  So as great as the place is and as much as we think we like it, I have no idea how we are going to be able to get him the continued services he needs.  Still working on that one.  But the good news is for now he's in.

Clayton has to be one of the most expensive children in the history of expensive children.  I think it is only fair if God grants us wealth to cover these expenses...just saying.

When you have a kid with whom so much goes wrong it can easily feel like you just can't win.  Cancer, kidney disease, 100 degree scoliosis/kyphosis (twice), autism, non verbal, respiratory issues, MH precautions, I can go on...but you get it.  It's a lot.  A lot of situations in which winning is not the term that comes to mind.  Especially when you have fails like being shunned from your pediatricians office all because as parents we reserve the right to decide what is best for our child.  As I've said before, we choose not to give Clayton full vaccinations.  Quick recap: He had all of his vaccinations up until 3 yrs and had to discontinue them during his cancer treatment.  After much consideration, we decided the best route for us was to pick and choose which vaccinations where necessary risks and which where not.  We have seen enough that we are not comfortable injecting his seemingly sensitive/traumatized body with every vaccination, given that scientists and parents can not seem to agree on their safety.  So we choose to proceed with caution.  Anyhow, we discovered no private practice pediatrician will touch him unless we agree to full vaccinations.  That led us to the Sacred Heart Pediatric Care Center.  But that was really not our cup of tea for multiple reasons.  So it occurred to me that a family practitioner might not feel the same way as a pediatrician.  After all, plenty of adults are walking around not fully vaccinated.  I did have one office tell me no and then...ba- bam!  Score for Rachel.  After checking out that route and asking the recommendation of a dear physician friend, we found Clayton a LOCAL family practitioner that is happy to give him the vaccinations we are comfortable with and abstain from those we are weary about.  Winning.
I needed that.  Its been a tough few weeks.
Again, my stance on vaccinations is my personal decision.  It is not a fad or decision made for trivial reasons.  Having been with Clayton on every step of his medical journey, I believe he should qualify for a medical exemption due to the sensitive nature of his body and his uncommon reactions to various things.  Some doctors disagree with my decision because he is not currently considered immunocompromised.  However, those doctors don't have to care for him 24/7 if something goes wrong which is why ultimately it is my decision.  And seeing as he is already autistic, that clearly is not my concern so please just don't go there.
As for me, my doctor decided to tell me I had Generalized Anxiety Disorder.  No shit sherlock.  This I know.  Have you met my family?  Anxiety is a common theme.  The problem isn't that I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder, the problem is that I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and a kid like Clayton.  It's like a twisted joke to have the two...together.  In cases such as these it should be one or the other, not both.  So anyway, after years of Clayton stress, things going downhill, no end in sight, everything with my recent pregnancy and increasing physical symptoms of stress, I have finally gotten some meds.  I am not big on meds; though I don't agree with the stigma around them.  I prefer to manage things naturally if possible.  For a while that worked for me, but eventually things got to be too much.  My neurologist and family practitioner agreed I was showing too many physical symptoms of stress and needed help to correct the chemical imbalance that has resulted from 7 years of extreme stress.  So I'm trying some meds for maybe six months to see if they help.  Lord I hope so.  Again, I hope people have the sense to distinguish between anxiety and depression.  They are completely different.  I have anxiety...and for good reason.  I am not however depressed at all.  I love my life and I want to be present for it.
As for my back, I have a Vertebral Hemangioma.  It is a benign tumor on my spine (T8) that protrudes into my epidural space which consequently causes some of my symptoms.  The majority of these benign tumors are not symptomatic and need no treatment.  Since mine is symptomatic, I am waiting to see a neurosurgeon to see what course of treatment, if any he would like to take.  Since it is a benign tumor though, it will be 2-3 months before I get to see the neurosurgeon.  He seems to be a busy man.  In the mean time, if my symptoms need management, my neurologist can handle that.  If my symptoms get worse, I might can get in to see the neurosurgeon sooner.  So nothing on that front right now.

I think that covers the main updates.  I'll try and post more often!


June 18, 2015

29 and Healing

So if I'm quiet (not posting), there are usually multiple reasons.  But ultimately it comes down to the fact that I have nothing to say that I think folks would like to hear.  Sometimes it feels like folks want me to be all sunshine and butterflies and "the good Lord has graced me with this special life", etc.  And for the better part of the past seven years I have been optimistic and positive.  I have found the reason for most things and focused on the learning opportunities that have been presented to me.  But right now, despite my positivity, I have dark days.  I am tired.  Tired in a way I can't explain.  I have been fighting for my kid's life for seven years with no end in sight.  I have little left to give to anyone.  I did not dream of this life.  It never even found its way into my nightmares, yet here I stand in the midst of it.  And despite its horrid struggles, I love this life of mine and I still manage to find the light.  But I would be lying if I said I didn't have dark days.
I am struggling.  I have no shame in admitting that.  I know lots of folks like to hide their struggles and keep secrets, but you can't learn from nor find comfort in secrets.  I would rather share my ups and downs in hopes of comforting someone and letting them know they aren't alone.  Because sitting where I sit, life feels immensely lonely.  So I choose to share because like I said nobody learns a damn thing from keeping secrets.  I have no time or patience for ideological fronts.  
I live in a place of anxiety and fear riddled with guilt and shame; all over my child and his health and my tortured heart over living this life.  Because I don't want this, and saying that makes me feel like a monster.  I want to run away every damn day, which makes me feel guilty as hell.  But despite the urge to run, I love my kid to pieces and I am loyal, so I know I can never run away.  I stay and I fight like hell for him. But that doesn't leave me feeling any less guilty for wanting to run.  I have overwhelming anxiety daily knowing that our story is going to go one of two ways: A. Clayton lives a relatively long life always in need of medical assistance or B. One day he loses all of his battles and I have to watch my child die.  Both of these options suck. I know I am suppose to say option A is what I want.  And it isn't that I don't want A, it's like choosing between shit and crap.  Lose my child or spend many years watching him be poked and prodded and tortured through exhausting medical ordeals.  Neither is ideal.  They both suck.  My heart hurts.  I constantly feel guilty because all I want is peace, but a peaceful life with Clayton means a life without Clayton.  I fear the future because I know no matter which path it takes, it will hurt.  It's this nasty circle of constant guilt, shame, fear and anxiety; because no matter what I think or feel there is never a good answer.  There is no right.
And while I have been suppressing these things and thinking them to myself and silently struggling with them for years, someone dared to point out the other day without realizing what they were saying that I would likely one day watch my child die.  A doctor pointed this out.  I told him it was ok.  I told him I knew that.  I tried to make him feel better for his slip.  And why?  He just said the thing that haunts my mind and tortures my soul every day and I was sitting there trying to keep him from feeling bad for saying it.  That is my problem.  I focus on the wrong things allowing all the things I should be focusing on to build up until I begin to reach my limits.
My kid is sick.  He hasn't gained weight in a year-maybe more, his urine is usually discolored and his kidney has already acted up once this year, reminding us of the looming transplant he will one day need...oh and for the second time in his life he has a nearly 100 degree curve in his back just daring to cripple him.  I live in fear everyday, never knowing what day will be the worst day.  My stress has unfairly taken over my body in such a way that my emotional anguish has begun to present as physical pain.  Daily pain.  It's as though my anguish is slowly and pain-stakingly squeezing the life out of me each day.  How appropriate that my insides and my outsides should coordinate with one another.  
We have a natural fight or flight response.  My situation breaks every law of that natural response.  I am both compelled to run and willed to stay.  I want to run every day because this wasn't the life I wanted, but as I said, I know I will never leave; and oddly enough despite the struggles, I love my life.  I love this sweet boy so much, I will always stay.  I will stay and watch him get sicker.  I will stay even though it has all began to physically hurt me.  I will stay because I am his mother and as much as this life has brought me pain, it has also brought me a beautiful boy and I rock at being his mom.  I don't know how long my life will continue on this way, but what I know is the pain is not letting up.  The fear is growing stronger.  And the anxiety is like an overbearing parent.  I don't know how to watch my child's body betray him and yet I am forced to.  I am forced to watch because right now what he needs he can't have until he gets much worse.  So I must watch him deteriorate.  How?  As a parent, how do you just sit and watch your kid get sicker and sicker?  I truly don't know.  All I can say is it is unbearably painful and yet you are forced to find a way to bear it because your child needs you.
They like to say "God never gives you more than you can handle".  I call bullshit.  I'm all about God.  I get that I am weak and He is strong and I cannot get through life with out Him.  I get that and I believe that, but when it comes to that saying, I call bullshit.  What I could handle ended some time ago.  I am now in the stage of trying not to die inside.  At the very least, I am trying not to be crippled by my pain. It takes a concerted effort to get through each day right now.  That's sad.  It is sad that I have reached a point where every day requires so much effort to stay afloat.  I've begun to talk to a counselor just so I can have some one to say all those things to that I otherwise keep inside.  Those things that bog me down.  My doctor, someone I have seen since I was a kid and someone I trust and respect prescribed kickboxing.  Something to get it out of my system so to speak.  That same doctor is the one who made the slip.  And the one who commented that my situation sucks.  He's right.  Maybe admitting things are really tough in every way and no longer trying to act like things are mostly ok and maintaining this "I got this attitude" is what I need.  It can be hard to break patterns though.  I come from a family on all sides where for the most part you keep things to yourself.  So the concept of truly being open about my struggles, my strengths and my weaknesses is not the example that was set for me.  But it is the example I wish to set.  I know through life with Clayton that being open is both how you learn and how you teach valuable lessons.  I have benefitted from others being so raw and I wish to live in that same way.  That is the point...I wish to live.  I wish to live.  I wish to laugh. I wish to learn. I wish to love.  I can do none of those things effectively while my heart is quietly harboring my pain.  So now it is time to begin to heal and hopefully cope better in the future.


Today I turned 29.  I'm determined that my 29th year will be different.  I am not afraid nor ashamed to admit that I am broken.  I am proud of every step of our journey, but it has been a journey one cannot escape without scars.  My problem is that my scars have not yet healed and that I have had to sacrifice who I am to be Clayton's mom in more ways than I can count.  So this year I am going to heal and I am going to get back to being me.  And while this blog is about keeping up with Clayton, it is also going to be about my journey.  When you have a sick child, you can never imagine the ways in which that will change you.  Clayton's struggles have broken my heart not only because they have meant his pain, but because they have stolen my time.  Years of my time.  I just hope and pray that I have plenty of time left to make up for what as been lost.  I hope to make up for lost time through new adventures with Clayton.
I had multiple conversations today, that included people telling me not to fret about getting older, etc.  I want to make this point abundantly clear:
I am honored to be growing older.  
Every day with which I am gifted and every birthday that comes to pass is a luxury.  I am excited to grow older and I don't care how many wrinkles or sun spots or whatever that may include.  
I have no doubt growing old can be hard.  Not doubt.  However, it is a gift that many do not get.  It is a gift to watch your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren grow.  It is a gift to grow old with your spouse.  It is a gift to watch your hair turn gray or white.  Crows feet are a gift.  Even the aches and pains of old age are a gift.  All of these things mean your here.  It's means you made it through another day, you went to sleep and even if you woke up feeling like crap, you woke up!  So I am thrilled to be gifted the time to grow old and happily accept anything that comes along with that as everyone should be.  Too many people have their lives taken at a young age and never see the gifts that come with growing old.  So I am ecstatic for every birthday of mine that comes to pass.

And in case my rambling caused confusion I will set the record straight...  I suffer from anxiety, not depression...there is a difference.  Despite our struggles, I love my life so damn much I live in fear I won't get to grow old in this life.  I want to live and I want to laugh and I want to learn and I hope to do it all with Clayton.  And I am going to spend this next year not just sharing Clayton's journey, but my own journey of healing.