On Being Relentless

Relentless, as defined by my good friend Merriam-Webster, is showing or promising no abatement of severity, intensity, strength, or pace.  In simple terms: strength that remains (see also, #cantstopwontstop).  Oh, to be relentless in joy. It's a beautiful thing.

But what about those days when the joy doesn't come?  when the grey clouds of the world drag you down and all you want is everything that isn't?

Those cloudy days have been my BFF lately, and it's tough.  And I'm here, being honest.  And terrified of the transparency of my weakness.  But what would sharing my story mean if it wasn't told with truth?

In the last year I have: 

- actually started feeling the death of my father (he passed away three years ago, but I think I was in shock), 

- nearly lost my mother to a brain aneurysm (surprise!), 

- quickly lost all physical strength and basic function in my body that I'm still working to regain, 

- carried and birthed a beautiful baby girl enduring a very difficult pregnancy full of complications, 

- had the possibility of future healthy (for me) pregnancies all but ripped from my (and my husband's!) fingertips

...and now I'm attempting to make major dietary and lifestyle changes that will hopefully bring healing, but are making me a very difficult person to live with (I like food).

As a result of this last year, I am a disaster mentally.  I struggled with depression and anxiety as a teenager and through college.  I was finally in a great place mentally when this last year happened, so I am struggling once again.  There are too many days that I'm terrified to go to bed (stress-induced nightmares), and too exhausted to get out of bed once the day begins.  I am angry that my body has betrayed me.  I spend most days lately waiting in worry, rather than joyful hope (what if it's not over?).  But there is something I have this time that I didn't have ten years ago; determined strength.

Yes, I am having a rough winter (I know many are thrilled with the warm days, but I am really not a fan of all the rain and gray skies...come on beautiful snow!!).  The introvert in me would like to stay in the house until spring, avoiding all the socializing that happens this time of year.  But then my heart dares to hope, just for a moment.  

What if...it's not over?

If I could go back fifteen years and talk to my teenaged self, I would hug her and say, "Don't give up! Don't ever give up! Those plans you have for your life?  God's plans are so much better, so much greater than you could ever imagine.  Cry, yell, but seek joy.  It can be hard to find, but with God it's never gone. Be relentless; seek joy."

I may be depressed and anxious, but I am also relentless.  I will not give up.  I will seek joy. I will jump on the couch and dance in the kitchen, even (and especially) on cloudy days. 

It's not over.

Grace, not perfection.

I am doing well, all things considered.  I can walk, and play with my babies. I can carry groceries and dance in the kitchen (albeit, awkwardly, but I can't really blame my disease for that one ;))....I even managed to complete a newborn session for a dear friend recently!  Yes, God is a healer, and is so very good!  

A comment I hear often now is "You look great! So you're better now?".  Well, yes, I am doing much better! But no, I am not cured, and will be dealing with my autoimmune disease for the rest of my life.  I just don't want to be the wet blanket at every social gathering forever.  Actually, I'm pretty sure being chronically ill has gained me major cool points!  Or at lease that's what I tell myself. :)

For those wondering, because I am asked often, I still suffer from neuropathy (pins and needles, numbness, and loss of sensation) in my extremities and in my back, and pain in certain areas (my entire face is still very tender: I can't rest my head in my hands, or snuggle into someone's shoulder, for example). Stress makes my symptoms worse, as does being too active, or not active enough. I have become an expert at walking the health tight rope!

Since I still have symptoms that effect my daily life, my last round of treatment put me back in the hospital, and I'd really like to stay out of the hospital for awhile (dream big, people!), I have decided to make some major lifestyle changes to help heal my body.  Enter, the AIP diet!

AIP stands for Auto Immune Protocol, or Auto Immune Paleo, depending on who you talk to.  I still have SO much to learn about it, and the details really aren't the point of this post, but is basically the opposite of the fast/frozen/convenience/carb food diet I've lived on my entire life.  More info on AIP here if you're interested!

When I'm having a good day and plan well, the food is amazing and delicious and I wonder why I haven't always eaten this way.

Most days, I hate the idea of chopping another vegetable, raw meat completely grosses me out, and I wonder why I'm torturing myself and killing our budget with attempting to set the house on fire cook.

Have I mentioned I've never really cooked?  My knife skillz could be replicated by my two year old. 

Enter, grace! NOT perfection.

"I will hold myself to a standard of GRACE, not perfection." - Emily Ley

Rinse and repeat.

Diets are not just for weight loss.  I am trying to save my life.  I am trying to add years to my living.  I am trying to make sure I'm there to sob hysterically at my children's weddings (God willing, of course).  I am trying desperately to stay out of the hospital.  

I'm also trying to forgive myself for the many times I fail and indulge in a now forbidden food.  Baby steps.  And perseverance. And grace upon grace.

Flashbacks and Better Days

This last week was filled to the brim with family togetherness and "festivities" as I like to call them.  Last weekend, our beautiful girl Abby was baptized and welcomed into the Catholic Church!  My mom, sister, her husband, my sister-in-law, and all their children traveled to MD from all over the east coast to witness the glorious occasion and meet E and A for the first time!  It was so wonderful, having the whole family together.  The last time this happened was at our wedding nearly four years ago!  The day before the baptism was spent walking around DC and playing tourist…something I never thought I'd have the strength for again.  The last day my mom was in town we went shopping for the entire day, which is another thing I never thought I would do (at least not without a wheelchair) after my diagnosis.  Praise God for better days!!

This weekend, I bought new shoelaces for my sneakers, and almost cried in the shoe aisle at Target.  The laces currently in my shoes are elastic, and were put there by my Occupational Therapist so I could put on my own shoes.  On really good days, I sometimes forget that a few months ago I couldn't even tie my own shoes (and it wasn't because of my big pregnant belly).  Today, I can not only put on my shoes without assistive equipment…I have the hand strength to tie them, too!

I still have flashbacks…little reminders of what I lost, what I could and couldn't do…and I am humbled.  I am humbled and amazed that six months ago I couldn't dress myself, couldn't walk without a rollator (a cool walker with wheels), and could only climb the stairs in our house if I held onto the hand rail and moved at a snails pace.  My blood pressure was so low that I was often one movement away from blacking out, and I struggled to brush my hair because my arms weren't strong enough.

But God.

Today, those flashbacks are reminders to choose joy, and savor every moment…even the hard ones, because they are a gift.  Every day I can wake up and care for myself and my family is a gift, and I want to spend every moment God has given me to praise and thank HIm for this life.  

Please take my life and use it, God.

Remission and Relapse

One of the things I try to accomplish with this blog is awareness/education.  Since being diagnosed with CIDP I've been presented with a unending list of questions (from my own head, from doctors, from friends and family).  It's funny, usually having a diagnosis brings answers, but this diagnosis is so rare that it seems to have brought more questions and confusion than anything else!  The beauty in this is that we all get to learn together, and maybe teach each other along the way!  I was sent home from the first hospital that I was admitted to because they simply didn't recognize my disease and couldn't figure out what was wrong.  If spreading awareness about CIDP helps even one person avoid that terrible situation, then it's more than worth the effort.

After completing my second "loading dose" (a five day high-dose treatment) of IVIG, many have asked  not only how I'm doing, but 'what's next'.  "So, are you in remission now? You seem like you're better!" has become a familiar conversation.  

The short answer is, firstly, thank you!  I am certainly doing much better than I was during my long hospital stay.  I am able to walk, function independently, and care for my son; God has been so good!  Second, no, I am not in remission.  I am still being actively treated for my CIDP.  IVIG is a slow moving treatment that continues to work for weeks or months after the initial dose, meaning that it's still treating me at this moment, even though there is no IV in my arm.  I make a conscious effort each day to get dressed in real clothes and attempt to fix my hair.  As my dear friend would say, just because I am sick doesn't mean I can't look fabulous!

"Whenever you fast, do not put on a gloomy face as the hypocrites do, for they neglect their appearance so that they will be noticed by men when they are fasting. Truly I say to you, they have their reward in full.  But you, when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face so that your fasting will not be noticed by men, but by your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you." - Matthew 6:16-18

Whether remission exists for CIDP patients is dependent on who you ask.  Some will say no, that remission with CIDP is not possible.  Others say that if you have gone 1 year without any treatments you are considered to be in remission. In the spirit of hope, I will go with the second opinion and consider myself in remission when I have not needed any treatments for 12 months.  Right now, we're a long way off from that, so I will continue to fight!

The other R word with this disease is relapse.  As I've written about before, there is a very real possibility that I will relapse after this sweet girl is born.  My doctors are doing everything they can to prevent it, but ultimately it's up to my body and totally out of my control.  A relapse could mean many things; it could be as simple as starting to feel the same symptoms I had before (returning muscle weakness and pain, numbness and tingling, etc.), or as complicated as sudden severe weakness that lands me in the hospital again unable to care for myself or my sweet babies.  In talking with other mamas who were pregnant with CIDP (there's a small army of us out there!), every body is different, and each of their experiences was different.  So we really have no idea what my relapse (if it happens at all) will be like.  The most we can do is prepare for the worst, and pray for the best.  My greatest desire at this point is simply to go home with my new baby, and not need to stay in the hospital alone past her discharge.  That would truly break my heart, but I know God will give me the grace to handle it if that is what He requires of me.

So, to recap: No, I am not in remission, and I may never be.  We are unsure of how long I have before a relapse…could be weeks, months, or (God-willing) years from now.  We are preparing for the worst, but continue to pray for the best!  I hope this helps shed some light on my current situation; please feel free to reach out and ask me any other questions!  Comment below, or drop me a note by contacting me above…I would love to hear from you!

Today is a good day, and I will continue to fight and choose joy!

"You make me brave, You make me brave

You call me out beyond the shore into the waves

You make me brave, You make me brave

No fear can hinder now the love that made a way" - Bethel Music

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!!

Rejoice. Be Patient. Persevere.

"Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer." - Romans 12:12

Yesterday was one of those days.  The days that God speaks loudly in your ear and says "I hear you, child. See how much I love you?".  An answered prayer in a very big way for our family.  He hears us…and oh, how He loves us!!  There were smiles, lots of cheering, and tons of gratitude.  There was also a fantastic trip to the park with my sweet boy, which filled my heart to the brim.  All that happiness and rejoicing.  My strength for today.

Today is one of those days.  The ones that force you to search yourself for strength you're not sure you have.  The days that push you to rely on something bigger than yourself…to admit that you can't do life on your own.

These are the days that bring me to my knees.  The days of rejoicing. The days of patience.

Today I am having a repeat EMG/NCS test to see how the first round of IVIG (prayerfully) improved my nerve health.  The test takes about an hour, and isn't terribly pleasant (it involves electrically stimulating my nerves and putting needles in my muscles).  It is not as bad as a spinal tap, but would much rather be snuggling my baby toddler.

Today, with even more intent, I choose joy.  I am choosing to rejoice in the hope I have been given.  I choose to be patient during the suffering of the tests, and to persevere in prayer that the tests show some improvement.

Today's goals:
-Rejoice
-Be patient
-Persevere
-Wear pink

Choose joy.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

"Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." - Phil. 4:6

There are so many wonderful verses in the bible about trusting God in all circumstances.  They always bring me such hope, peace, and joy knowing that He is in control of my life and constantly working for my good.

I have officially been scheduled for another round of IVIG this month.  It will be the same 5-day treatment that I had in December, but this time it can be done as an outpatient.  I am SO thankful to not need to be admitted to the hospital during my treatment, even though I will still be gone and "hooked up" for up to 8 hours a day.  I'm planning on doing some reading, some blogging, and lots of praying.  I'm hopeful that I will not have many of the unpleasant side effects that can come from the treatment, and trusting that God will be with me as He always is.

I'm praying that this second round of treatment will help alleviate my remaining pain and other symptoms, and allow me to lead a more active life (Eli isn't getting any slower in the running department).  I'm also praying that this treatment will prevent a major relapse once Abigail is born (something that I've been very concerned about, and is common with CIDP patients).

Would you join me in prayer, friends? Pray that this treatment is successful, with minimal complications.  Please also pray for my emotional health, as I will be away from my sweet baby toddler which has become especially hard after being hospitalized.  Let us also pray in a special way for those who are suffering with illnesses that have no treatment, no sign of relief, and those that don't have access to the treatment they need.  May God comfort them and surround them with His unending love.

My treatment will begin the week of the 23rd, after my EMG/NCS are re-done (to compare with Decembers test results).  How may I pray for each of you?

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.

Sacrificing Control

Today's post is part of a 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 sacrifice.

Sacrifice is defined as an act of giving up something valued for the sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy.

I let that definition soak into my heart as I thought about what to write today.  

Something valued for something worthy.

I thought about what others have sacrificed for me in these past few months, what our Lord sacrificed on the cross for mankind, what I've sacrificed for others…my mind wandered.

What have I sacrificed?  Comfort? Peace of mind? Health? Sleep?  Hot coffee? My body? Happiness?  No, not any of those things.  Control?

Control.  Something valued for something worthy.

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." - Jeremiah 29:11

Control is a funny thing.  We really don't have any at all, but we love to pretend.  I have always been guilty of thinking I have control over my life (or at least some control), despite the fact that God has tried over, and over, and over to show me that I am seriously stubborn mistaken.  

This week's lesson?  You cannot control a toddler, and they are much more persistent than you will ever be.

What was that, Mom?  Don't climb on the table?

I sat with Thomas last night, complaining talking about how uncertain everything is, and how out of reach a "stable life" feels for us.

"I just never thought this is where we would be nearly four years into our marriage..." I carried on.

Lord, please bless this man.  He is so patient with me in my humanness.  But, You knew he would be, after all…You are God.

And really, isn't that the point?

God is God, and I am not.

God is GOD.  I am NOT.

Little old me, one of God's beloved children…I do not get to see the future, or know precisely how the sky will fall next (will I ever be physically capable of running and playing with my children? Is this pregnancy our last? Will we ever see the end of our financial struggles? The list goes on).  I am not in control.

I am not in control.

And for me, dear friends, that is a true sacrifice...and one of God's greatest blessings to me.

I don't need to worry about the future!  God has my story already written, and His will will be done!  Oh what a relief it is to rest in Him.  I can live with HOPE because that is what he has promised me; hope for a future.  It may not be the future I imagined, but His version of my life is so much better than anything I've ever come up with.

"There were scars before my scars
Love written on the hands that hung the stars
Hope living in the blood that was spilled for me
Oh, control, it's time
Time to let you go" 
- JJ Heller, Control

Praise be to God, I am not in control.

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 Journey So Far

It took MUCH longer than I anticipated, but I am happy to report that my About Me page is no longer blank!  Want to read the whole story (so far) about my CIDP journey (with never before seen totally honest pictures)?  Look no further!

http://relentlessjoycidp.blogspot.com/p/about.html

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

An Update and Fresh Look!

Hi, friends!  A lot has changed since my last big update, including this blog!  Welcome to the new home of Relentless Joy!  I am SO excited about this beautiful new template, and to be set up with my good friend Blogger, whom I'm much more familiar with.  One big logistical change I'm loving is now readers can comment on what I write!  I am super excited to be able to interact with all of you wonderful people out there on the internet. :)  I'm hoping that this change will make my blog slightly more accessible to everyone, and give people a way to reach out even if we've never met.

So, about that life update…

Things continue to go relatively well; I am reminded each day of my limitations, which continues to be humbling.  Many have asked how I'm feeling, and it's actually slightly difficult to answer.  My usual response is something similar to "today is a good day" since my condition can change literally overnight.  I am certainly much stronger than when I was in the hospital, but am still struggling with muscle weakness.  I feel it most when climbing stairs or moving from standing to sitting/vice versa, but any "big" movement is a reminder that I cannot physically do what I once could.  And most days, that's ok.  I've accepted it as much as I'm able today.  I've been dealing with a pins and needles feeling on one side of my back, which tests my patience, but I know it's part of the neuropathy with CIDP.  My blood pressure continues to remain an issue (it's too low, too often), but I have medication that helps bring it up which allows me to function without blacking out - a great thing when chasing a toddler.  Praise God for helpful doctors!

I still get tired easily, but it's getting better.  I was able to go to the mall and walk around for a bit (under an hour) for the first time since September…it was a great day!  Doing little things like that help me feel normal again.  I try to do one "new" thing a week; it helps keep me joyful and appreciative of the everyday.

I finally had my first followup with my neurologist since being hospitalized, and it went well!  She was pleased with my progress, and listened as I explained my current symptoms.  Dr. L wants to redo the EMG/Nerve Conduction Study to compare it with the one from December.  I'm interested to see the comparison, but not so excited about the test.  It's not as bad asa spinal tap, but it's still fairly uncomfortable.  Still, I know how important having up-to-date data is, so I'm happy to undergo the test. We have also decided since I am still having symptoms to do another round of IVIG- this time as an outpatient!  I'm excited to see if this treatment combined with my continued PT will get me closer to 100%, at least for a little while.  Dr. L is also hopeful that if we do another IVIG treatment that I might not relapse after baby #2 is born (relapse of CIDP is common in the weeks postpartum)…but I won't hold her to that. :)  It will be the same 5 day treatment I received in November/December, and will take about 6 hours each day.  I expect there will be lots of blogging and reading that week!  Dr. L also gave me an order for outpatient physical therapy…I'm hoping to start that ASAP once I can figure out what to do with Mr. Big Cheeks.

All of this coupled with my chiropractor appointments (thank you, pregnancy - 3x a week initially), and OB appointments (both with my regular OB and a high risk OB) means I go to a LOT of doctors appointments.  I'm becoming an expert! MBC was feeling a bit left out, so he decided to get an upper respiratory infection and a double ear infection back to back.  The pediatrician's office is much more cheerful!

But the good (ok, great) news is that I was finally cleared to drive!!  YAY!!!  One more step towards independence…God is so good.

Lent could not have come at a better time. It's so cold outside that we have been homebound for too long, leaving room for loneliness and depression to set in.  Lent is the perfect time to really dive into God's word and renew my spirit.  I am thankful for this season of reflection, longing, and prayerfully - change.

Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.

Honest Moment

Can I be honest?  I do not think in sunshine and roses and rainbows all day long.

I still have nightmares about being in the hospital.  The care was wonderful (for the most part), it wasn’t that.  I can recall, in too vivid detail, every moment of my signal tap.  Every moment in the hours that followed.  The pain that wouldn’t stop, and doctors could do nothing about.  The devastation of lack of conclusive results from that test.  The tears from fear over an MRI, the panic attacks in the machine, being told that a second MRI will be needed.

If I’m being honest, I still have nightmares and wake up in tears.

And that’s ok.

It’s ok to be honest, to admit to your human-ness…to be broken.  

To let Him be your strength.  To let God carry you.  To say, “please take this from me”

But not my will…let Yours be done.

Lost and Found

A few years ago, I participated in a drama piece with the amazing church I was then attending.  It was simple…people were asked, in two words, to describe their lives before and after Christ.  We were then asked to write the words on a poster, one word on each side.  We gathered together and one at a time, stood on stage to share our words…our story, with the church.

I was placed last in line.  Holding my poster and sharing my story, I wept in front of everyone.

"lost".

"found".

Those words are my story, even today. 

It’s funny, most days I feel both lost and found.  Lost in a sea of medical terms and tests, fear of the unknown and depression from the known…but found in His embrace and love, found in a peace that I can’t possibly understand, found in hope for the future and joy everlasting.

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you’ll abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." - Romans 15:3

"Let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us." - Hebrews 12:1

So today was the last day of my first round of IVIG treatments.  Overall, treatment so far has been a huge success, though I did not initially see any improvements.  In the last two days I have regained the ability to bend  my legs on my own (though it takes a ridiculous amount of effort still), and with the help of a walker and two physical therapists, I am able to take a few steps!  Today was the first time in weeks that I have been able to stand up and walk.  It was an amazing feeling!  

Tomorrow, I will be discharged and transferred to an inpatient rehab facility.  We’re still not sure exactly which one I’ll be going to, since getting me accepted into a program has been a challenge.  Prayerfully, I will be going to D.C., but we won’t know until tomorrow.  Fingers crossed!

While part of me is excited to begin PT and get my strength back, there is another part of me that is nervous about how difficult re-learning all basic functions is going to be.  I’m ready to put in the work, of course, but I know it;s going to be the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.

So tonight, I am preparing my heart and mind for the race I have been called to.  Tomorrow, it’s time to hustle.

Two days ago (and for the last month), I was unable to bend my legs or lift my foot off the floor.

Today is treatment day 5/5…just out WALKING in the hallway…no biggie. 😉

commit2pray:

Embrace conflict through #prayer. You will strengthened for the journey. 💪

I love this! “…the scenes we want to skip produce the endings we all love to see.”

The bible reminds us time and time again to hope.  Hope continually, hope in His word, never lose hope.  

Hope can be so difficult to hold on to when life takes a crazy turn, but I know that God will use my new life with CIDP for His glory.  So I will wait with joyful hope for the coming of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

I think I may have a new hobby…God is using my time in the hospital for His glory! I can’t wait to fill the halls in the new house with more of His word.

The fruit of the Spirit - Galatians 5:22-23