Right now while K is sick, this is my life. 3 times a day, 30 minutes a piece – plus 5-10 minutes on the nebulizer (I do not have that on video because I have to pin her down on my lap to do it properly) twice a day.
If you listen closely, you can hear her letting her voice vibrate with it (I know it’s tough over the sound of the machine).
And for an update on her being sick. The pulmonologist put her on antibiotics as a ‘precautionary’ measure. We started them this morning, but we started them too late – she spiked a fever tonight. She’s miserable…red nosed, red-eyes that are tearing, sneezing, coughing, and vomiting…it’s breaking my heart. Her first real illness since the diagnosis, and every cough just makes me tear up.
Well, once again, I have to avoid my baby girl as much as possible. I have a TERRIBLE cold. Actually, Molly had it first. When she got up yesterday K had a TINY bit of one…and by last night I had a full blown painful cold. My throat is on fire, my head feels like it’s in jell-o…
K was supposed to have an appointment with the pulmonologist today…but me going into a CF clinic with a full blown cold, and Molly just getting over hers…NOT a good idea. When I said it to the nurse, she agreed but then instantly got on the “Kennedy isn’t sick, is she?” I said that she had a tiny bit of a cold…but not severe enough to cause panic yet. Her nose ran a little yesterday, but that was about it.
I gave Molly a bath yesterday because she has the tendency to “run and wipe” (i.e. Nose runs, she wipes it…into her hair). She was all clean and shiny and soft-haired…and by the time her nap was over…so was that idea. *sigh* I hope she gets over her cold soon so that she no longer is a booger-head.
If she hadn’t developed a cough last year…we’d still be in the dark. Her lung functions are great (currently), she has some nasty BM’s…but not on an overly consistent basis (Not every BM is nasty)…She has FTT…but that could be passed off as either genetics or her hypotonia/inability to chew.
And even funnier? Last years cough never became ‘pneumonia’…it seemed more like some minor baby asthma to the pulm. A little bit of wheezing…but no rattling in her lungs…nothing like that.
A bronchoscope and seven sweat tests later…I’m now terrified for the cold and flu season to arrive. DH and I sit on eggshells worrying over our first real experience of her being SICK with CF.
Looking back, she got “sick” a few times last year…but it was always minor fever with a rash. Dr’s always dismissed it. Now each little favor has such a bigger impact…and it shouldn’t have to be that way…but it is.
I just received this in my mail box and wanted to pass it on! Help raise money for a cure! And get some Holiday shopping done!!
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Dear Friends,
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And honestly…this is the first illness in the house, beyond allergies, since K’s diagnosis. As the first official illness…and one that could translate into lung issues…I am admittedly a bit freaked out. Eventually it will become old hat…but I’m avoiding my own daughter in concern for her developing a cough. Every time I go near her, I use the hand sanitizer first…but I can’t use that on my face. I’m one step away from getting a mask from the garage so I don’t spread it when I pick her up…she’s such a snuggly, kissy thing…
So today I do battle with my own fears on top of the cold. I don’t want her sick…but I know it’s unavoidable in most cases. I’ll take my precautions and hope that it’s enough.
I’m thinking of getting hand sanitizer to place all over the house…getting us in the habit of using it all the time…but then I worry aobut using it ‘too much’. Catch-22’s here we come.
What is Cystic Fibrosis? The technical definition, according to the CFF website is as follows:
Cystic fibrosis is an inherited chronic disease that affects the lungs and digestive system of about 30,000 children and adults in the United States (70,000 worldwide). A defective gene and its protein product cause the body to produce unusually thick, sticky mucus that:
clogs the lungs and leads to life-threatening lung infections; and
obstructs the pancreas and stops natural enzymes from helping the body break down and absorb food.
In the 1950s, few children with cystic fibrosis lived to attend elementary school. Today, advances in research and medical treatments have further enhanced and extended life for children and adults with CF. Many people with the disease can now expect to live into their 30s, 40s and beyond.
But what is it to a parent?
When we got the diagnosis we got the cold rush of fear to our belly that no amount of “It’s not a death sentence” and “many people with CF live into their 40’s” could settle. Our pulmonologist is incredible. She’s one of the best in the country, and it’s so reassuring. We have a whole team on our side, and right now K’s lung functions are so good, and she sounds so clear compared to six months ago…
But no amount of clear and happy checkups remove that fear. It’s always in my belly. I can push it aside most days, but there are times that I look into her bright and happy big eyes and I wonder how long she truly has. How I’m so thrilled that she’s such a happy child, because I know she’ll enjoy her life for as long as she lives it.
You hold out hope for a cure, for your child to live longer than you…but in the back of your mind you hear the stories of the 9 year old that lost her fight…or your coworker’s wife is in the ICU…her youngest child only 2…and she can’t even go home and play with her. They each worry you.
The goal is to not let it rule your life…becuase you will never lose the fear of outliving your own child…EVER.
