IVIG - take 2!

Last week was a big week!  I spent five days (as an outpatient) at the Cancer Care Center in Frederick hanging out with some awesome people and getting my IVIG on!  Those chairs bring back memories…they're the same ones that are in the hospital rooms.  This time around, I am strong enough to operate the chair myself!!  Needing to be in treatment for more than 4 hours means arriving early…which means getting your choice of chair (very important, once you learn that only 2 or 3 of the trays actually function)!

See that bottle?  This treatment is only made possible by generous blood donors (IG is a blood product).  It takes approximately 2,000 donors for one bottle of IVIG.  I had anywhere from 2-4 bottles each day during my 5 day treatment.  To those of you that are blood donors, thank you from the bottom of my heart.  You have saved my life. To those who have never given blood, please consider it!  What a beautiful way to show Christ's love to one another.  If I could donate myself, I would (I've always been anemic so they weren't interested in my donation).  :)

My sweet hookup for the week!  The stuff on the left is Benadryl, to prevent allergic reactions.  It made me SO sleepy, so I didn't really get a chance to do any of the cool activities I planned on (reading 3 books was a bit ambitious).

Still smiling! 

If you're really awesome, they let you keep the IV in your arm overnight at home so the nurses don't need to re-stick you in the morning!  That fancy net keeps it all nicely contained.

So the number one question I've been getting since the treatment is…how are you feeling?!?

My answer remains the same as always: today is a good day!  

IVIG works differently in everyone, but for me it is slow to show itself.  I don't feel any different for the first 3-4 days of the 5 day cycles.  The last day is when the improvements generally begin; last time it was with the ability to bend my legs again.  This time, I've noted my muscle pain is reduced, which was one of the outcomes I was praying for!  Because of the latest IVIG treatment, I am now able to do things like put my socks and shoes on with minimal pain and discomfort; a huge victory!!  In the last day or two, I have also noticed that it's getting easier to walk up the stairs - still not "normal", but definitely improved.  Although I know it is not a cure, I am excited to see how the IVIG will continue to work over the coming weeks!  Living with CIDP  is a daily reminder to be content.  There are still things I cannot physically do, but I choose to focus on the things I can do, celebrating even the smallest of victories.  Last night, I danced (badly…I can't dance) while washing the dishes.  A few months ago, I couldn't lift an empty pot out of the sink.  God is amazing!!

We are praying most especially that this treatment will prevent a relapse after our sweet girl is born in less than two months.  Thank you for joining us in prayer!!

The Sparkle Dress

Some days, I really struggle with feeling beautiful in my new CIDP skin.  The muscle atrophy, pain, and continued weakness has left me not recognizing the person I see in the mirror…a weak, tired version of the woman I once knew.

Friday night, Thomas and I had a date night (with our main man Eli of course) at the "Fancy" mall a little farther from home.  We walked around admiring clothes we'll never be able to afford (or want to spend so much money on), had a nice family meal, and discovered that the maternity clothes store has a play place inside it and they give out free apple or orange juice to the moms and kids!  On our way back to the car, we passed a store that had evening gowns in the window, and I knew I had to try one on.  

Sometimes, you just have to do something just because it will make you smile.  Be kind to yourself.

Knowing we weren't planning on buying a dress like this (even though I could totally wear it while doing housework and PT), I took a few pictures to look back on during the tough days.  

The dress fit!  FOr the first time in months, I was wearing an item of clothing that fit my new body.  I felt confident, beautiful, and "like me" again.  I twirled. I laughed.  I danced.

I need to take a moment and make something very clear, though.  Even though the dress was amazing, and I loved feeling so rich and luxurious for those few minutes, I know my beauty and confidence can never come from clothes, or any other material thing.  My identity doesn't come from my diagnosis, or my dress size, it comes from Christ.  Always and forever, my identity is in Christ, and I am His.

He makes beautiful things, even when we don't recognize them.

So I rejoice at the opportunity for grace.  Grace to love myself again, just the way I am today, no matter what the future holds.  I am beautiful, because I am His; and because of that, I will dance.

On Being Small

                                                           

I have an announcement…I'M PREGNANT!

Shocking, I know.  "But you don't look pregnant!" "WOW! You're so tiny; you don't show at all!" "I wish I were that small when I was pregnant; you're so lucky!"

Sigh.

What these kind, well-meaning people don't realize is that comments like these actually make me a little sad.

27 Weeks

You see, I've worked so hard on growing this baby…trying to stay healthy enough to make sure she thrives and grows.  I was doing well…the first 4 weeks of the pregnancy I gained the appropriate amount of weight.  Then my body went a little nuts.

If you're reading this blog, you know all about my CIDP journey and how that has affected my body; being bed-ridden for months results in muscle atrophy…I became the amazing shrinking pregnant lady (which isn't nearly as cool as it sounds). In addition to the CIDP, I also began experiencing the symptoms of Hyperemesis Gravidarum.  

Most women experience some degree of morning sickness during the first 12 weeks of pregnancy; HG is extreme morning sickness that often results in hospitalization from severe dehydration and malnutrition.  Women with difficult cases of HG are unable to keep any food down at all, and some suffer like this through their entire pregnancy.  I suffered with severe HG for 22 weeks of my pregnancy, unable to keep even plain cheerios or soup broth down.  The nausea was 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and despite three different anti-nausea medications and IV fluids my symptoms did not improve.  I have never…ever felt that sick in my entire life.

Between the muscle atrophy and the HG, I have lost what little weight I gained in the very beginning of this pregnancy, plus nearly 30 pounds of pre-baby weight.  I now wear my wedding band on my index finger because my hands have gotten too thin.  At 27 weeks pregnant, I am finally starting to look pregnant, and I couldn't be happier about gaining weight.  

Finally, some maternity pants!

We have prayed for this baby; prayed that she would survive and thrive during my tests and treatments for CIDP, that my failing body would not fail her.  She is a miracle, a beautiful celebration of life, and I want everyone to know she's here!  I want to celebrate every pound, every stretch mark, every beautiful "imperfection" that happens to my body as a result of growing this precious baby.

I am still working on accepting my 'new' body; the one that reminds me I'm not quite healthy every time I look in the mirror.  It's a struggle, friends, but I am trying.  

So until my body more obviously reflects my current state, I will wear stripes, shirts that tell the world I'm so pregnant, and embrace being small.

Do these stripes make me look pregnant? ;)

The Sacrifice of Family

- Today is my first time participating in the blog link-up with Blessed is She!  If you are looking for an amazing community of Catholic women and great devotionals, I really encourage you to check them out!  Today's #BISsisterhood topic is family. -

Nothing shows a person's heart faster than a crisis.  This is especially true if the crisis is a marathon, continuing for days or weeks with no end in sight.  God has placed people in my life with such a heart of sacrifice and service.  It is humbling, and inspires me daily.

My family.

They have made some of the biggest sacrifices in these last few months.  As difficult as this journey has been for me, it has been just as trying for them; the uncertainty, the fear, the exhaustion…they are warriors, too.  There are so many family members I could write about here, but today I will focus on my little unit; Thomas and Eli.

During my time away, my husband lost his wife.  The dirty dishes, the laundry, the moving boxes, the need for companionship and encouragement…they didn't end just because I was in the hospital.  So he sacrificed.  His time, his comfort (rest, home cooked meals, time for reflection), his needs, his sanity…he fought to keep our family going when our life as we knew it came to a screeching halt.  Watching the person you love become completely helpless in a matter of days is so frightening.  Carrying on and putting a smile on your face asks that you reach to the depths of who you are and who God is.  This fight begs for bravery you didn't know you had.  Thomas is my rock on this earth.  My lover, my best friend, my partner in this crazy life and the father of my children.  I would be lost without his amazing soul in my life.

Eli may only be 18 months old (HOW did that happen??), but he also had to sacrifice while I was away.  He lost his mama, and that breaks me.  I cried every day for him, and even when he came to visit, it was too painful to hold him.  He lost the mama that could lift him high and make him laugh, the mama who would sing the same set of songs each night before bed, and snuggle him just right.  He is a warrior too, and I will never forget that.  We are blessed abundantly, and Eli was cared for, played with and loved by family only a few minutes from the hospital.  My mother in law is a warrior, you guys.  She stepped in to love my little boy as her own without being asked.  She took him into their home (so Thomas could continue to work) for weeks, where he was close enough to come visit me easily.  There is no way to repay someone for that sacrifice.  I am blown away by her incredible heart of service and love.

There are so many others, family and "family" who have done SO MUCH for us in these last few months.  I wish I could take the time to acknowledge each of you here, but this post would become a book!  Please know with certainty that your amazing sacrifices have not gone unnoticed or without appreciation.  Someday soon, I will write a post about the amazing community of warriors I have found on this journey.  You all amaze me.

Thank you is not enough.  Those words will never be enough.  So I will choose joy, living each day like the gift that it is, and loving fiercely until He calls me home; which, God willing, will be many beautiful years from today.

"You have called me higher, you have called me deeper, and I'l go where you will lead me, Lord." - Called Me Higher, Sons & Daughters

Grateful for Your love

Yesterday we got almost a foot of snow. Today it was 45 degrees (beach weather!) so this happened...

The first time it snowed this year, I was laying in a hospital bed unable to move. I could barely see the snow from my position in bed, and I remember crying thinking that all I wanted was to play with my son and watch him discover the beauty of winter; a season I cherished when I was young.  It has snowed a few times since that day, but I was still not strong enough to bundle us up and head outside.  Each time I wondered if that was the last snow of the season, if I had missed my chance to make memories with my boy.  But God is so faithful, and hears our cries, no matter how small.  He blessed us with this beautiful day, warm enough that we didn't need hats, but cold enough for a big blanket of soft white snow.

Today, I was strong enough.  It was warm enough.  We are all healthy enough.  Memories were made.

Thank you, God, for the gift of today.

My body is tired, but my heart is so full.

Today…I cried tears of joy.  May God be praised.

"You chase us into the dark and Lord we're grateful, oh we're grateful
You captured our hearts with Your love, oh Lord You're faithful, you are faithful
We're grateful for Your love" - Ellie Holcomb