Monday, October 26, 2015

The End of Chicago

Hello,
I don't even know how to really start off this update. As it is sad and we are heart broken. Last Sunday, October 18, we packed up our family of 4 and got on an air plane -anxious, nervous, scared, and hoping that this trip would change our lives forever. We flew to Chicago to visit the children's hospital and get Wesley evaluated to see if he qualified for the experimental drug that has been saving and preserving the brains of boys with Hunter Syndrome. It is like the drug he gets infused every Friday but it is formulated to be infused in the central nervous system by a port surgically placed in the spine. 

There were 4 days of testing. The first, a GCA test (General Conceptual Ability). A more comprehensive IQ test given to children. The requirement was a score between 55-85 to be considered for the trial. That same day he had an echo-cardiogram and an EKG to check his heart. The next day he had a physical exam schedule. Wednesday the day after that, a Vineland test .Thursday was the day a lumbar puncture and MRI were scheduled. 

We found out at Wesley's physical appointment that Wesley did not score high enough to be considered for the clinical trial. His GCA was 47. His appointments stopped. Just like that, our hope was gone. 

See, this clinical trial has been going on for about 5 years. In those 5 years the boys that have been given the experimental drug, lives have changed. Their brains are developing. They are learning. They are retaining new skills. This drug is working. 

We wanted this for Wesley. We still want this for Wesley. Wesley and every single Hunter boy needs this. We are still looking at 3 years until this drug is passed by the FDA. That's three years of potentially, more than likely, losing skills. Skills that may never be regained even after this treatment is passed and he starts getting treatment. 

My heart hurts for that time frame. For praying and hoping so hard he would qualify for a better chance at life and knowing this could be a game changer for his life. There are so many emotions with this. It feels like a second Diagnosis Day almost: sadness, heart break, loss, scared, hopelessness, worry, uncertainty. Feeling a sense of unfairness that the person who wrote the criteria for this trial is denying it to the boys who need it the most. Boys that are extremely delayed, like Wesley, and so many others that did not score high enough to even finish the rest of the screening process. 


This is a very emotional time. I didn't expect it to be like this. I thought it would be yes or no. Quick, painless, just a decision. I guess my heart knew more than my brain -what was riding on this decision. A life. A different way of life. A better chance, a better quality of life. I know this isn't a cure but it could have helped him so so much. 

If you would just pray for us. We would greatly appreciate it. 

The rest of our days were spent at the Chicago Children's Museum, The Navy Pier, The Sky Tower, The Richardson's Farm; home of the largest corn maze, and lastly but most importantly visiting with some very dear family friends. 

Here are some pictures from our trip! 

Sky Tower view 

Family sky tower picture 

Hotel chillin'


Wesley's Dad and I with little sister Ava 

Wesley and his Dad at the tinker work shop at the Children's Museum

Our dear friend Caitlin and her son Timmy

Wesley's Dad, Wesley, our dear friend Susie, and her grandson Timmy

Wesley hanging out on an anchor at the pier 


During Wesley's Echo-cardiogram

Watching movies on the airplane next to Daddy 






Have a warriors heart, 
Wesley's Mom 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Breaking The Stigma

"When did you realize there was something wrong with him?"

The words shot out as if she'd asked me how old I was. Casual. Curious but hurried.

I said "Excuse me?" 

And she repeated herself; 
"When did you know something was wrong with Wesley?" 

Again there it was. A little less casual. A little more impatient. She was probably wondering why I just wouldn't answer her question. 

I replied "There is nothing wrong with him." 

"What about his disease?" She said.

"Oh, you mean the day we found out that Wesley is more special than we thought he was? May 8, 2015 at 11:54 am."    (Hunter Syndrome/MPSII)

My tone had turned to stone. I hate that question. It's on the list of no-no questions that you just don't ask special needs parents. I especially came to hate it before we knew and little children would ask me or Wesley's Dad that same question. 

I know she didn't know. Most people don't. That's how the world is; if someone is different it must be wrong. If it's not shiny and picture perfect it's a flaw or wrong. And anything else that doesn't fit into that normal box tends to make people uncomfortable. 

My family doesn't fit into that box because of Wesley's disease. Special needs children are some how only acceptable when silent and they do not disturb anyone else. It scares people because they don't know how to respond. Wesley may be different but he isn't wrong. There is nothing wrong with him. Does he have extra challenges? Will those challenges keep getting harder? Does he have a genetic disease? Yes. But does that make him wrong? Is there something wrong with him? No. Being born with a disease that no one has any control over does not make him wrong. 

No one wants anything to be the matter with their child. I understand that. I spent many days and nights praying that he was fine and healthy and that everyone was reading too much into it. If they all could grow up happy, care free, and die of old age that would be ideal. Though sadly, the children with MPS II don't get that ideal. As a parent I live with that fact daily. 
And please don't take me saying "no there is nothing wrong with him" as denial - because it is not. It's about breaking the stigma that different is wrong. 

If you are curious about someone's condition or why they are special, ASK. 
Most people are more than willing to share! 

Here are better questions:
What challenges does he face?
What makes him special? 
What is he working to overcome? 

And they will, more than likely, be very glad you asked, and happy to share. 

***Please keep praying. We need all the prayers we can get as we travel to Chicago on Sunday to be evaluated for the Intrathecal Trial that will help save Wesley's brain from further damage - if he gets in. I will update more about that this weekend. 

Have a Warriors Heart, 
Wesley's Mom

For more information on the Clinical Trial for MPS2, check out this link and scroll down the page to MPS2 (passed MPS1):   http://mpssociety.org/clinical-trials/

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Over due.

This up date has been far away from the last one and for that I apologize. We went on vacation to see my Grandmother, she lives in the east coast near the beach and it's absolutely beautiful where she lives. She lives in a nice subdivision with awesome walking trails and nice people. I can't even begin to tell you how much Wesley loved it there, 5 whole days there. Sleeping in, naps, riding his tricycle, the beach. He rode his bike about a mile a day between the paved trail and the sidewalks! He would laugh and yell woo hop the entire way. He was filled with so much joy. The best part about this vacation was that we got to go a week without therapy, nurses, Drs, and needle sticks. 9 days he got to be a normal little boy. He was so happy there I wish it was possible for us to move. If only it were that simple. 

When we got back it was a rough adjustment. I didn't realize how busy we were until we had our first entire week home. Last November it started with one therapy day, then in December we added another day. Come January we added a third therapy on the second day. Then his Dr appointments started picking up like crazy. Then we finally had a diagnoses and it was hospital palooza complete with a two day hospital stay and surgery at the end. Then they added infusion days. We are gone out of house for Wesley's needs 4 days out of the week on a good week. And it's an even better week when we don't have to drive to the children's hospital. 

After an awesome vacation when we got home I got to experience the feelings all over again. It's heart breaking watching Wesley go through what he does every week. It's taken me so long to write this is because I have been hiding, basically. Maybe if I can just avoid it for a little longer it won't be true. Denial, it could be called. It's hard on my momma heart. Accepting. Coping. Stretching myself so thin so he has a better chance of having the best life he possibly can. 

The medical part of this update is that Wesley was diagnosed with hydrocephalus. It's excess water on the brain. His neuoroogist failed to mention that to me when we were there 6 months ago and this time he was like "oh, I didn't tell you?" 

I have been working on getting a lumbar puncture to check the pressure of the fluid in his brain since before I figured out the Dr had withheld information from us because Wesley has headaches and I have assumed that they were from pressure. 

I am very fed up with dealing with Drs who know nothing about MPS! 

Wesley is doing amazing with infusions. He can put his socks and shoes on by himself. He is starting to walk and run quicker and he is exploding with words. His newest are "donkey" and "it's cute" 
He fills my heart up with so much joy! I love watching him learn :) 


Thank you guys for praying, supporting, and encouraging us! 

Have a warriors heart, 
Wesley's Mom 💜

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Fighting Discrimination

Today was our first true experience of discrimination. 

We had an appointment at the Social Security office before Wesley's normal scheduled therapy today. We got there and it was busy. It always is. Really, every single time I've been in there it's been packed. Wesley had his iPad going and the security guard told me that the volume wasn't allowed on, I said okay. I turned it down. That's hard for Wesley to do as he is hard of hearing and at least wants to hear a little bit. I had to take his iPad away from him because he doesn't understand to keep the volume down. 

After I took his iPad Wesley started getting restless, as you know, children do when they are bored. He started laying on the floor, flopping around, switching seats, being loud, playing with the handicap door open button. As I redirected Wesley away from the door for the third time; he started to cry. So I picked him up and brought him back to where we were sitting. He was starting to settle down when the same security guard that mentioned the iPad said "We can't have that in here, you will need to leave." I started to cry and explain that he didn't mean it, he couldn't help it and that our number was next in line but before I was finished he cut me off and said "that's enough.".

Fine. I understand that crying children are disruptive. I get that. It's also kind of inconvenient, but we had already been in there for 35 minutes and for that amount of time Wesley's behavior was pretty good. I grabbed my diaper bag, Ava's carrier, and Wesley's hand and we were walking out the door. 

This same security guard began to FOLLOW ME TO MY CAR explaining "there are people in there that can be set off by crying children and that I should be more considerate of others". We are all the way to my car by now, Wesley is crying because he thinks he is in trouble. This man is shouting as he is still trying to explain his a**holishness, as if somehow I should tell him what he is doing is okay. After Wesley was in his car seat, I walked around to the other side to put Ava in when I stopped. 

I stopped and looked at him then I just lost it and yelled at him, "Are you kidding me right now? Do you think I would be here if I didn't have to be? Do you think that we came here for fun? No. Do you think this is making him [my son] feel any better? Is this making anything better? You are mistaken and you are wrong. My son can't help this behavior because of his disease. And just like those people that 'might be set off by a crying child' those people are setting him off. Are you going to ask them all to leave? He is a little kid.".

In that moment, he noticed my disabled license plate and he knew he was wrong. He turned around and went inside. I put sister in the car and got in and cried. 

How dare he. How dare he kick us out because Wesley was crying for 2 minutes. Normally, I receive the looks, yes the dirty looks, but no one seemed particularly bothered by him today. I cried because I was in shock and angry. He wouldn't even let me explain. He obviously has no compassion for adults or special needs children. 
My sweet boy looks "normal" and therefore people judge him when he is having a hard time behaviorally. I'm still upset about it, partly. I have never been treated so poorly in a place of business. I never thought I would have to defend Wesley's rights in such a harsh way and as my MPS family (support group) told me, it probably won't be the last time. I've accepted that. I've fought a long time for Wesley. I've fought doctors for diagnosis, therapy, further testing, more diagnosis. And I'll fight for his rights. They are the same as anyone else's and no one will convince me otherwise. 


Have a Warriors Heart friends. I'm glad this day is over, 

Wesley's Mom 

P.S. The security guard then came back out and got us in next... 

Friday, July 31, 2015

Update: July 31, 2015


We were informed today that they cannot find a local facility to take us for Wesley's weekly ERT infusions. They are still looking, but our nurse said that most kids come here every week, because our Children's Hospital is the best place to get the quality care needed. This delay hurts my momma heart. I don't want to drive this long road forever. I'm very tired. We are overly busy as it is with therapy and his other appointments. Infusions closer to home were great news. That's been put on hold for we're not sure how long.

Wesley had an audiologist appointment this past Monday to try and see what we were doing wrong with his right hearing aid. It keep feeding back (screaming) no matter what I did to try and fix it. Turns out, it was malfunctioning so it got sent off to get fixed. We are blessed with a wonderful audiologist who truly cares about Wesley and listens to my concerns. 

Currently we are at infusion number 7. Wesley didn't want to take his medicine today. I had to hold him down and force it and that's truly awful. I hate doing that.  :( 
The numbing cream completely numbed his chest port today, although he was screaming from having to be held down, he didn't flinch at all when the needle went in. I've remembered to put it on the last two times as I keep the cream in my backpack all the time now just so I will have it.  Wesley is about to fall asleep. He is falling asleep with his "Moogie", my mom. I'm laying with Ava trying to get her to take a nap. She is so cranky today and since she is mobile now, she is getting harder to contain and keep happy as she wants to investigate everything by herself.
Infusion # 7



Thanks for reading. 

Please keep us in your prayers. 
Have a warriors heart, 
Wesley's Mom

Friday, July 24, 2015

Honesty-Journal Entry

Hi Warriors-
I will warn you. This isn't an update on Wesley. This is more a journal entry for myself. To get this awfulness off my chest. 


The shock of Wesley's diagnoses has warn off. I'm emotionally and physically exhausted from trying to keep my sh*t together. If you must know the reality of it all, I'm not keeping it together. I don't really even know what "it" is anymore or how "it" is supposed to be contained. Like some things, I have to groom and make myself socially acceptable to keep from scaring others. I have to keep myself from ugly crying to each person who asks me how I am doing. I want to break down. I want to cry and I do. I cry before I go to sleep most nights, if I even go to sleep as I have been, having strange bouts of insomnia that include half sleep and waking up startled.
 I want to cry as I watch my son eat cereal for breakfast with this beautiful innocence he has. I want to cry as I scrounge up some energy to actually even feed myself something other than coffee. I dig a little deeper when I have an hour and a half of sleep before forcing myself out of bed to start the day and making sure we have everything to have an easier, successful drive and ERT infusion and back again. Like I did just this morning. 

How are things supposed to be the new normal when the new involves things that are hard to accept? How is that supposed to work again? This disease is stupid. This disease has hurt my momma heart more than anything I've ever been through and for anyone who knows me personally knows that has been a lot. I love my son more than anything that's ever walked this green earth besides Jesus himself. 
I know that MPS is part of why he is the amazing person he is and I wouldn't change that. Just the living part. The growing up part. The regressing part. The part where they lose the ability to recognize people they love. Wesley is still a long time off from that hopefully, but that heartache is still there. It's some day. It's still some day. Tomorrow hopefully will be a better day than today was because my heart is tired. I have moments where I lose my hope and today's been one of them. No parent should ever have to live with knowledge like that, because the time just goes quicker and quicker; faster than before. Please just pray for me as I work through all of these emotions the best I can. 

Monday, July 20, 2015

Make-a-Wish Update

Hello,
It's Wesley's Mom. I know it has been awhile since I have last written. I am so, so tired.

Make-A-Wish came to our house. I am so thankful that foundations like this exist. I was thankful before, but now they are giving my child an opportunity to do something we could never do by ourselves. There's also a great sadness that came with the volunteer's visit. As I have mentioned before, a lot of the time, when we are in what is our 'new ' normal routine of life (therapies twice a week, weekly 4 hour drives to the ERT infusions, other doctor appointments, etc.), I forget Wesley's prognosis and it seems surreal. Almost.

That day I was reminded why Make-A-Wish existed, to grant wishes for dying children. As a Mom, that is a hard thing to remember, that this is the life of your sweet child. My baby, my beautiful, bright eyed, sweet natured little boy. It is heart shattering. It's bitter sweet. I know I promised to post Wesley's wishes right after, but the truth is, after it was done, it felt private. I had to take it all in. I had to stop and breathe and take some time to tell the people who were close to us and share my feelings with my closest friends first. I had to cry a lot and stomp my feet a little because this is really happening. Wesley has MPS 2 (Hunter Syndrome) which these days sometimes still comes as a shock and now all the wonderful things that Make-A-Wish offers to him makes it more real. It's exciting. It's sad. It breaks my heart. It makes me happy. I feel crazy sometimes with all these emotions that these circumstances make me feel. 
Thank you for allowing me time to keep these things to myself for awhile until I was ready to share them with all of you. 



Now for the moment you all have been waiting for... 

For Wesley's Wishes he chose three things; 
1.) Disney World 
2.) Thomas the Train ride
3.) bigger fish tank for our house 


They will let us know.  :)
Thank you all so much for your continuous support, love, and especially prayers. 

Have a warriors heart, 
Wesley's Mom 

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Ugly Question

There's one question that makes me cringe. It makes me want to hide. It pulls on my heart strings more than any other question I've ever been asked. Yesterday, the Make A Wish Foundation volunteers came to our house. (For those new to the blog, Wesley qualifies for a 'Wish' because the prognosis for the severe form of Hunter Syndrome is a shorter life expectancy, not past the first decade for many with this diagnosis.)
So, over the gifts, the paper work, and their list of questions, this one came up. The ugly question. The question that makes me sob in the dark when everyone is asleep.

"What does Wesley want to be when he grows up?" 

I answered, he doesn't understand that he grows up. He doesn't know that's what happens eventually. On the outside, I looked calm and collected, but on the inside I wanted to cry. How could you? How could you ask such a question? The whole reason we get an opportunity like this to begin with is because Wesley, more than likely, won't get the chance to grow up. 


After some thought on why they ask that question to terminally ill children and their parents...
Children dream. They imagine. And I'm sure some of them don't even know what's happening. Wesley doesn't. Wesley doesn't know his life expectancy. And we won't ever tell him. He doesn't know that this disease will slowly shut his organs down to the point they will eventually fail. And we won't tell him. He won't ever know that some day, unless they find a cure or God miraculously heals him, he may lose his ability to walk. We won't ever tell him.  He believes in himself. We believe in him too. We will comfort him and help him get through these days. We are and forever will be, Wesley's greatest fans. 

I just hope one day it doesn't hurt so much. I hope it's no longer the ugly question. I hope one day he can be asked that question but it will be different. I hope one day it's:
"What did you want to be when you were LITTLE?"  


We're so grateful for your support on this journey.
Keep praying Warriors!

~~~

Wesley had his 3rd infusion Monday, the 29th. We are starting to notice a difference in his energy levels! And he also needs to be molded for NEW ankle/feet braces. The width & height of his feet have changed as the ERT (enzyme replacement therapy) is helping rid Wesley of all that nasty gunk (the build up of the specific MucoPolySaccharides, also known as GlycosAminoGlycans-GAG).
We are so happy about this news!!! 

Wesley & his Daddy passing the infusion time (4 hours) with a movie!

Have a Warriors Heart, 
Wesley's Mom 

To learn more about Hunter Syndrome & current research, please check out this short video:
http://projectalive.org/


Sunday, June 14, 2015

I Saw You

I saw you as we were walking back from the courtyard play area to our small hospital room. You were sitting on the floor with your phone up to your ear. Your cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes red and swollen. Your glasses were sitting on the floor beside you. Your hair was messy. You were exhausted and probably hungry. When I looked at you, I saw myself: A mom whose baby is fighting for its life, as mine fights for his every day.

I know those feelings well. Heartbreak. Fear. Helplessness. Loneliness. Tiredness. Extreme exhaustion. Hungry. Thirsty. Wanting sleep but not being able too. Constantly on the verge of falling apart. The tears always being right there, reserved until the quiet or hearing news that isn't what we hoped for. Feeling like you never do enough.

You didn't see me earlier, but at 7:25 the previous morning, my baby was being wheeled into surgery to have his port placed and his hernia repaired. You didn't see me fall apart as soon as those doors were closed. You didn't see me cover my face with my hands and turn towards the wall in an attempt to hide my tears, because I just couldn't take it anymore. Where the surreal meets real. Where the preserved feelings turn to raw stomach wrenching emotions and freshly poured tears.

You didn't see me earlier talking to a nurse, through my tears, about hating my sons disease, sputtering that life isn't fair. Wishing to myself that I could keep it all together. Wishing I wasn't so helpless and that I didn't even have to be here. Wishing this life was only something I saw scrolling through Facebook, because then it would be okay, it wasn't my life. Then kicking myself for being so selfish.

You didn't see me cry as the nurse handed my baby to me in recovery and began rocking him as the nurse told me about the heart complications he experienced while waking up from anesthesia. You didn't see me pet his head and thank God they had medicine to help bring his heart rate down from 269 beats per minute. You didn't see me cry while laying on the bed with my baby as they transferred him to his hospital room, thankful that he wouldn't let me go.

I don't know what is going on with your baby, but I know your love for them. I saw it while you were there, crying on the white tile floor explaining the news or how you were doing to the person on the other end. Since I saw you, I've thought of you often, along with all the other Mom's who right now are sitting on the hospital floor, leaning against the wall, or holding their sweet baby at this moment while tears stream down their faces because things are out of their control.

I wish I could have waited for you to get off the phone. To tell you that you are a good mom. That you are doing enough. That what your baby is going through isn't your fault. That it is awful and horrible and unfair. To ask if you needed anything. To remind you to eat something. And especially to remind you that every hug, every hand hold, kiss, snuggle, and "I love you" you give your child is helping. That you aren't forgotten. And most importantly that you are not alone.

Just like I saw you, God sees you. He is there to hold your hand whenever you need it. He loves you and your sweet baby. Just like he loves me and mine.

Love,
Wesley's Mom

Friday, June 12, 2015

The Blur

This week has been a total blur. Starting last Friday the 5th, when Wesley got his hearing aids. When he first got them, it took four lollipop suckers to bribe him to keep them in his ears. Four. And he decided to put all of them in his mouth at once. On the way home in the car, Wesley started talking, babbling, making noises, clapping his hands, and he found a duck that squeezed. He loved hearing himself. After we arrived home, I noticed they were constantly falling off his ears because the tubes looked too short and decided we needed to go back. Thankfully, Wesley's audiologist is AMAZING and squeezed us in on Monday morning before therapy! Now, since the newness has worn off, he pulls them out as soon as we start driving. Hopefully, THAT will wear off soon!

We left for the Children's Hospital early Wednesday afternoon. The trip down went well and after a horrible hotel experience, we finally were settled in a NEW, CLEAN, DIFFERENT hotel and ready for bed. We woke up at 3am Thursday morning and left for the hospital at 4:45. We arrived at 5am and were promptly checked in. 

After we were triaged, Wesley's stress levels were increasing and he started crying, causing him to need a breathing (nebulizer) treatment before taking him back to the operating room at 7:20. They placed the port in his chest for the enzyme therapy and fixed his umbilical hernia. The surgery was completed within the one hour time-frame the surgeon gave. The surgeon called and said surgery was complete and Wesley would be heading to recovery very soon. While we were waiting, the main anesthesiologist nurse, who was educated in MPS children, came out and advised me to not have any of Wesley's surgical procedures done anywhere but a Children's Hospital. The reason being that Wesley's airway has already started to thicken due to the MPS and it was very difficult to intubate him. She said it took a lot of pressure to place the tube and if someone wasn't trained well regarding children with issues like Wesley's, they could easily kill him. 

After she was done advising us, a cardiologist arrived who moved us to talk privately in a consult room. There he explained that when Wesley was trying to wake up from anesthesia his heart had an episode of Supraventricular Tachycardia, also called SVT for short. His heart rate shot up to 269 in a matter of seconds and required a medication called Adenocine to be administered immediately. It took 10 minutes for the medicine to get his heart back to a normal rate. 

They aren't sure what caused this episode but are suspecting a combination of anesthesia, his thickened heart valves, and stress on his little body from surgery creating a 'perfect storm'. The cardiologist said he wanted to delay Wesley's transfusion of Elaprase until the next day so they could monitor his heart to see if it happened again. He also mentioned that from now on when Wesley as surgeries, I have to mention the episode of SVT so they can have medicine ready to treat him if needed.

I was finally called back to recovery after an hour and a half. I found Wesley being held by a nurse named John, who was rocking him in a rocking chair. It's the first time I've seen him in recovery NOT crying. Wesley was sleeping peacefully in John's lap with his arms wrapped around John. I wish I could have gotten a picture, it was a very sweet moment. From that moment I knew John was a nurse at heart, because he genuinely cared for the children not just for the science behind nursing. He sweetly handed Wesley to me as I took his place in the rocking chair as he started explaining what had just happened there in recovery. I couldn't help but have tears rolling down my cheeks. My sweet little boy. How brave he is. 

We were admitted to a room in the IMU which is Intermediate Care Unit; it is a step below the ICU. It's still one-on-one nursing, but the patients are more stable yet still require constant monitoring. Normally we would have just had a private room after this kind of surgery and for Wesley's first infusion, but the SVT episode elevated his status. The rest of the day was long and a even longer night as Wesley didn't really understand why he couldn't get up and out of bed with all those wires attached to his little body. He tried to do normal things and was frustrated when he couldn't or wasn't allowed to do them. 

Wesley's heart rate monitor alarmed every few minutes as his heart would not stabilize. It didn't go past 200 again, but it would make drastic leaps from the high 50's to 170's easily. He just wanted to be held and yet he fought sleep like crazy. Wesley finally drifted into a good sleep around 1:30am after I requested the nurse give him some melatonin. I was glad we were able to get it administered. We've started using melatonin at home with Wesley as it is recommended for the restlessness kids with MPS have at night and it really does help! 

Wesley awoke at 5am so I climbed into bed with him and he quickly fell back asleep. At 6am he was awakened for Benadryl and Tylenol as a pre-med to his Elaprase infusion. He took them and drifted back to a deep sleep. Wesley slept the whole way through the infusion. He did exceptionally well, his vitals didn't change at all and he showed no signs of reaction. It took 4 hours to complete. 

After that, we waited on more doctors to visit on their rounds and check on Wesley. Got another visit from the cardiologist and he wants us to pick up a holster heart monitor from them in a few weeks. Wesley will wear it for a couple of days. Those drastic leaps and lows his heart was making through that night might be because of that 'perfect storm', so he wants to know what Wesley's more normal heart rate is in the regular circumstances of our everyday life.


His first infusion down. 



Dr. Wesley is my favorite!!!! 

With infusion #1 completed, the cardiologist said we were free to go!!! I am so exhausted!! Goodnight everyone! I am so so glad to be home and able to sleep in my own bed tonight! 

Thanks for your prayers and support.

Have a warriors heart my friends. 

Always with LOVE, 
Wesley's Mom 


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Mail.


I had a horrible day. It hit me super hard today. Starting when Wesley began grabbing his knee and elbow joints and saying 'ow'. It broke my heart. At therapy today he was very clingy (more than usual) and ignored all three of his therapists the majority of the time, which is extremely out of character for him. Sigh. Then we got home and I got mail.


Our mail lady asked if I was expecting a package, I told her no. She said "maybe it's a surprise?". 
I said maybe. She looked at it again and said "I think it's for Wesley.".
She was right, in a way. It's from the pharmaceutical company in England. The only one that manufactures the Enzyme Replacement Therapy drug that helps Hunter boys.

I do pretty well, taking my thoughts captive and not letting them run too far in the future and get ahead of what's actually going on. But that wasn't today. Today I was scared. I'm scared of losing Wesley. What if I can't live without him? As a million other questions fill my mind. Today I hated the disease that plagues my sweet son. I hate it every day, but today has been the worst so far. 

I was washing dishes and thinking: Why my sweet boy? Why me? Why was I chosen? Why was he chosen? Then I looked out the window and saw this:


I know my answer.
NO ONE could ever love this boy as much me. I may not have a lot of answers, but I do know one...
I am so blessed to be his Momma and I am so so thankful I was chosen by God. That will never change.
No matter what happens.

Thank you for praying Warriors.

P.s. We still need help with the costs of driving back and forth to the Children's Hospital and Wesley desperately needs a fenced in yard as he has no sense of danger. Please follow us on Facebook and donate if you can :) 



Tuesday, June 2, 2015

All About Heart

Hello Warriors,
I know a lot of you have never met Wesley and if you have it was for a fleeting moment. It is very rare for anyone to get to know Wesley past basic introductions, with his special needs I keep a very tight close circle of friends for myself and for Wesley besides other parents with children who have MPS. For those reasons a lot of you don't know about Wesley's heart. His physical heart is in good shape despite his disease, but when I mention heart this time that is not what I am talking about.

Wesley has a big heart, sometimes I think he has the biggest heart. His heart for me as his Mom, is so sweet. His heart for his Dad blows me away. His love for his baby sister and how he helps take care of her amazes me. He has never once been jealous of her. He welcomed her with open arms and never looked back. When he goes places with his Dad and they are gone for more than an hour he starts asking "where's my baby?" He started that when we were in the grocery store one day when Ava was 3 weeks old and in the infant car seat covered with a blanket in a separate cart from him and he has done it ever since. The first thing he thinks about when he wakes up most days, is "where's my baby?' and I show him and he kisses her feet and her head.

That isn't the amazing part. It is his love for all things living that shows me his heart is the biggest. This kid shares without being asked and has done so his whole life. He shares toys, food, clothes, and sometimes drinks, to my dismay (germs, yikes), with children he has just met. His heart is tender despite having mean things said to him and about him at birthday parties and parks we attend when social encounters do not go the way the other child had planned. His heart is tender despite being left out a lot because he will not include himself due to the language barrier and fear of being teased. My sweet little boy loves to help. He helps stack chairs on Sunday's at church. He helps me do the dishes. He clears the table without being asked, I seriously never asked him to clear the table, he just randomly started one day and has done it every day since. He sets plates out for dinner, not just for him but for everyone eating. If baby sister drools he wipes drool off of her chin. If another kid is crying he will hug them and pat their back like we do him when he is upset. He cries when baby sister cries, and when I cry too for that matter. He cares about the little things. The things most people are not lucky enough to notice let alone care about. His heart is so pure and for that I am thankful.

Memories



Here lately, Wesley has started getting anxiety every time we get in the car.  Until this past weekend, every time we did get in the car, we drove to a doctor appointment, the Children's Hospital, or to therapy. It started when we got referred to the hospital for further testing, even before we had his MPS diagnosis. Wesley kicks, screams, lays down, pushes away, and runs away from the car when I tell him it is time to go. It hurts my heart to know that he is afraid of going places for the fear he will be poked and prodded. 

This past weekend we traveled down to Gulfport, Mississippi for a quick beach trip. It was my surprise anniversary trip from my sweet husband. As with most of our anniversaries, it always involves our cutie babies. We decided that this trip was half for him and half for us, as Wesley loves the beach. 

The trip was a success as Wesley loved the beach; it was the second time he has been. We spent his first birthday at the beach while we visited my grandma a couple years ago. Last time, he toddled around and sat in the sun with us and enjoyed baby waves. This time he played in the sand, splashed in the water, and collected hermit crabs. The next day he wanted to swim in the pool so that is what we did :) He was a little more timid when it came to the pool and it was short lived as it got really windy and sort of chilly!  

Overall, we had a great time. Wesley enjoyed the beach and he is now not afraid of the car. Just in time to start our appointments and therapy back up. This Friday he gets his hearing aids which should help tremendously!! Thank you for your continuing support :)  

Friday, May 29, 2015

Catching Up

Hi Ya'll-

   It's been awhile. I have been extremely busy. This past Thursday we had a cardiologist appointment at Children's Hospital. Wesley's heart is good, besides some thickening of his valves. The doctor even had a student with him and he had her listen to Wesley's heart and said, "This is what a normal heart sounds like, no murmurs or irregular beats"! How exciting is that?! And as an added bonus, Wesley loved him by the end of the appointment. After the cardiologist appointment we went to see the surgeon; Wesley gets his port placed on June 11th. Once they place his port, they will also be surgically correcting his umbilical hernia that he's had since he was born. The Dr. said the surgery will take around 45-60 minutes starting from the time he is completely sedated. After Wesley's surgery, he will be admitted into the hospital and the next day, in his hospital room, he will have his very first infusion of Elaprase, the Enzyme Replacement Therapy drug.

   A day later, after our trip home from the hospital, we got back in the car and traveled to Texas for the MPS Family Gathering in Fort Worth. My friend Sarah and her sister graciously opened their home to Wesley, Ava, and I! I am forever thankful. It was a lovely trip. At the MPS gathering, I met other parents whose children have MPS. I just want to take a minute and talk about the MPS Community and how I got connected. 

   My friend Sarah texted me one day, asking me how I was doing. I shared the news of Wesley's diagnosis and she said one of her old coworkers son had the same disease (with the rarity of MPS, who would have guessed?). She then asked her coworker if she could give me her number so she & I could connect. This lovely woman added me to two MPS parents groups on facebook almost immediately. In this time of processing and uncertainty, these parents have welcomed me with open arms. I was given phone numbers, email addresses, and invitations to contact them any time I need to talk. Let me tell you about these women, and a few men; I wish I could hug all of them. They answer my questions, give me advice and share personal experiences they've had with their children. They have helped me crawl out of a few holes when I felt I'd sunk too low. They are especially helpful when I am at a loss when it comes to some of the side effects of this disease, like the aggressive behavior and horrible sleep patterns.

   At the MPS Family Gathering, I actually had the pleasure of meeting three of the moms who had originally reached out to me. Two of those women have sons with MPS2 as well as the third mom, but her son is already a sweet angel in heaven. I already love these three women dearly. When I first got there I was greeted with warmth and the love of long time friends. It brought tears to my eyes. I am so accustomed to watching everything Wesley does because he doesn't understand or think along the same lines as everyone else; he tends to get into a lot of things, breaks them sometimes, and is constantly wandering off.

   I was following Wesley around and a man came up to us, the husband of the woman whose son had already passed away. He gave Wesley a hug and a kiss and said Wesley reminded him of his son. She even told me later, Wesley's thick hair, his fingers, his mannerisms were much like their son. This Dad told me it was okay, there is nothing Wesley could do that all of the MPS parents haven't already seen before. I wanted to cry happy tears. My son was not a burden. THEY LOVED HIM. He was continuously greeted in this fashion, as were ALL of the other children.

   What a rare occasion, being greeted by strangers this way. Wesley processes differently. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, as well as a two year delay. I have left many stores crying as my son had a melt down or was "not behaving" while other people gave me disgusted looks, or made nasty comments about me and my son. We do not go anywhere. He is what most people would call a difficult child, but that is a byproduct of his disease. It's not his fault, he does not mean to be this way.

   I will be the first to admit that as his Momma, taking care of him 24/7, Wesley has helped me learn a tremendous amount of patience. He never stops moving, he can't sit still for very long. He doesn't understand danger or the "why" behind being told no to certain things. We rarely bring him to restaurants, birthday parties, or crowded events because it's hard on Wesley, for one. And two, it is extremely hard on me at times. Emotionally hard, more than anything, as I watch people fail to have compassion for a little boy who is truly challenged in many day to day situations we all consider normal. How thankful I am that Wesley is hard of hearing sometimes. Hopefully he doesn't hear all the things they say. I watch strangers glancing over, even rolling their eyes at me when Wesley starts screaming in the grocery store. I hear them sighing in restaurants when Wesley can't seem to sit still, lower his voice, or resist leaning over into their booths.Not to mention the wandering off. I can understand some of their annoyance, as some people we meet just do not have the patience for him. And that's okay, because whether they think so or not, Wesley is special.

   Then there are those moments when strangers have completely blown my mind with their ability to connect with Wesley.  The conference room at the Gathering was full of people like this. The children just knew they were loved and completely accepted. It was like Wesley was not only my own kid, but he was also everyone's. All the children were everyone's. It was the closest thing I have ever seen to what people refer to as "The Village" it takes to raise children. The kids weaved in and out of family groups choosing to sit with whomever they wanted. During family craft time Wesley chose to sit with another family with three little girls. He helped them do their craft and he was welcomed.

   When we first arrived, one of the ladies I connected with on facebook had her five year old son (also with MPS2) come say hello to Wesley. They hugged and jabbered, he said "slide" to Wesley, in which Wesley replied, "yes" as he looked to me asking for permission to go. I said yes and as he walked away, he turned saying "bye Mom" and waved. My heart was saddened because he didn't grab my hand and demand I come with him. But my heart was overjoyed that he had made a friend and was confident enough in himself to go on without me. They played the entire time. How I wish we all lived closer.

   For people with neurologically typical (or 'normal functioning') children, that may not seem like a big deal, but for us it was huge. Wesley still hasn't learned social skills for the most part, as he has a severe speech delay which makes communication hard for anyone, let alone children. He can only say a few words clearly and that in itself, makes him the outsider at most play grounds and among other children in general (his hearing aids should be in soon!). My child gets left out, a lot. Watching that over and over and over again wears on my Momma heart. The first time Wesley was bullied he was two and a half years old. Could you imagine your child being bullied and called dumb because he or she couldn't talk? That is why my son being accepted in a setting like this event is such a big deal. That is why the fact my son met a child that loved playing with him is a big deal. I left there with my heart very full. We may have walked in as strangers but we left as family.

**** We still need your help!! Some of the homeopathic treatments that help with Wesley's sleep/mood are not covered by our insurance and I am trying to avoid putting him on medication for sleep. Many parents in the MPS community have recommended Young Living essential oils, sharing the improvements their children have had. We're still working towards the goal for the much needed fence and 'deaf child at play' signs for our well traveled dirt road. We also need help with traveling costs back and forth from the children's hospital. If you would like to help us out, Click Here!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Not Today.

For the first time the other day I was referred to as a "terminal mom", which is short for I am raising a child with a terminal illness. Or as some people have more morbidly put it, I am raising a dying child. I cringed. My heart broke. I died a little inside. It is like the bright pink elephant in the room no one wants to talk about, but it's always there. Staring at me. Making exchanges awkward when people who don't know ask me how my sweet son is doing. When people ask me how I am doing, the little voice inside wants to scream that I feel like I am dying a little at a time as I try and wrap my brain around the fact that unless treatment works amazingly, unless they find a cure, unless God miraculously heals my son, he maybe has 6-10 years left. That's the average life span of a boy who has MPS 2. That's a hard pill to swallow. It doesn't go down at all actually. It chokes me. It makes me want to throw up as I try and stop my tears. 

Yes, he has a disease, that depending on how the next 10 years go, could mean he goes to heaven a lot sooner than most other children, but there are also people with this disease who have surpassed all expectations and are 40, which proves God has all of our days numbered. Including Wesley's. 

It has been a couple days since this "incident" and something hit me today as I was recalling what I read about being a "terminal mom" and "raising a child with a terminal illness." I was a CNA for 5 years, actually until last May when I quit my job to be a stay at home mom. I worked in 2 nursing homes over this period of time and have seen many people pass on. I've seen it so many times I can tell when it's close. The yellowing of the skin, the refusing to eat or drink, the slowed breathing, the modeling, the graying of the skin, the clamminess, the infamous "death rattle." I know death, I have seen it so many times but this seems to go against every thing I know about death. It clicked. None of those things are my son. My son has none of those things.

Right now he is sleeping, but tomorrow he will arise and beg me for ice cream for breakfast and when I tell him no, he will throw himself on the floor in a tantrum because he didn't get what he wanted. In which case I will offer eggs and toast and applesauce and he will kick and scream more. In which I will march him to his room and tell him not to come out until his nasty attitude has changed. In which he will emerge a minute later asking for one of the things I suggested like he does every single day -unless he wakes up before me and sneaks ice cream out of the deep freeze. Those things. The kicking, the screaming, the tantrums, those healthy pink cheeks, the strength of an ox as he picks up his bike and carries it up the stairs, show me that he is very much alive. Very, very alive. The begging for a sandwich. Him learning new words. Him running across our unfenced yard. Asking me to kiss his cuts and scrapes. Wesley asking to hold his baby sister. All those things show that he is very alive. He isn't dying today. He isn't dying tomorrow. Not today. And tomorrow I will have to tell myself again; Not Today. It isn't happening today. 

This has been the ultimate challenge of learning to live in the present and to cherish every single day. Even in the bad moments I catch myself being thankful because at least we have them. Don't be so worried about the future that you forget to look at today. Tomorrow is never promised, make the best of today. Go Live; We are! 


In the mean time, if I must be referred to as something I prefer Wesley's Mom. With love warriors! Goodnight 💜 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

The First of Many...

 This past Friday was our first of many MPS Awareness days. It was an emotional day for me.
As Wesley's mom, I was stuck between being overjoyed with how much support we were getting all day and being sad, wishing I didn't need to know anything about MPS. Let alone have a child with MPS2. I am still processing and working on accepting our "new normal." I first want to thank each person who took the time to wear a purple shirt (or rocked their purple hair) in Wesley's honor.
I could hug each and every one of you! My best friend and her Mom even made t-shirts for themselves for this very special day.

 On Wednesday while we were down for his care plan meeting at the Children's Hospital, Wesley had an echo-gram (ultrasound) of his heart done. That next day I got a call from Sheila, the nurse for all the MPS patients at the Children's Hospital and who I will talk to the most about treatments and baseline appointments every year. She said that the cardiologist requested to see him this coming Thursday the 21st because his Mitral valve and his Aortic valve have thickened some due to storing enzymes. It is not affecting his heart function at this time, but the cardiologist would like to meet with us and check on Wesley himself to get a better idea of how well his heart is functioning right now. This will provide the baseline results in order to measure for strain or decreased function in the years to come.  We will also be meeting with the general surgeon the same day, to set the surgery date for Wesley's port placement so treatments can begin. Their goal is to start in the middle of June.
It is so close, but yet so far away.

 I am excited because other Mothers of children with Hunter Syndrome say that the enzyme has helped their children so much. One said that the week after her sons second treatment he was a completely different child in terms of physical ability and endurance. I am also a little sad because from now on, once a week Wesley will get stuck with a needle and have to sit in a chair for 5 hours to get treatment. The hospital feels like it is becoming our second home and I honestly hate it.

At the care plan meeting they told me that it will become normal and we will get to know all the other children and Mother's who go for varying treatments the same day as us. My heart just breaks, for ourselves and also for them. When I was pregnant, weekly hospital visits of treatments to help prolong my child's life were never a consideration. It was just not part of my thinking when I would imagine what Wesley's childhood years would be like. I don't think anyone imagines being dealt those cards.

On a happier note, lets see those pictures I promised of our first of many International MPS Awareness Day! These amazing human beings, adorned in purple for Wesley's honor made me tear up a time or two as I was looking through the hash tags. I love and thank you all!
My cousins, Jessica and her daughter Danica.
My Aunt Debbie and her grand daughter Danica.

Timmy rockin his purple band aid!!

My mother drinking her coffee in her purple pajamas.

My daughter Ava, "I wear purple for my brother"

My dear friend Robyn!

Wesley, Matthew, and myself

Wesley and his "Moogie" after she got dressed for the day.

This is my Wesley and my loving husband Matt.

My best friend's kids, Corbin and Brayden.

Cherise and her beautiful daughter Alana :)

Rachelle's purple addition in Wesley's honor.


My Dad, my Mom, my husband Matthew, my daughter Ava, myself, and of course the super hero Wesley!

The wonderful Kelsey rockin her purple hair!!

My dear friend Qynne.

My Auntie Gator

My sweet friend from High School, Kylee

Tirzah Ruth, I loved what she set for the location.

Grace Lynn.

Wesley, myself, Keilah Rose, Sara Beth, and Tirzah Ruth.

My dear friend's daughters Karter and Keigan

My wonderful Aunt Sandy!

Front of the t-shirt Mekeshia and her mom got made!

Kammy and Mekeshia, I love you both so much!


My Dad and Wesley!

Keilah rose, Ava, and Myself. She voluntarily listened to my feelings as I was processing the day.

Sweet Joe. At church he always takes the time to listen and play with Wesley no matter how many other things he has to do.

Mister Roman, complete with warrior paint!

My Aunt Susie and Timmy!

My friend Angel!

Roman and his sister Sydney!

Back of the t-shirts they had made.