May 31, 2013

Bravery Beads


Beautiful beads.

Swirls, colours and patterns.  Each one representing my son's journey through Crohn's Disease.  A silver bead for every iron infusion, orange and red swirls for blood tests and a green bead for each invasive procedure....colonoscopy, endoscopy, MRI, capsule scope.......an endless list.

These are my son's Bravery Beads.  A visual history of his story through treatment, and a unique way to remember what he has to go through.  I think this is a very personal thing for him, as he has told me that the beads show how brave he is during his hospital visits, and how they make him feel strong.

The Royal Children's Hospital in Brisbane have a Bravery Beads programme, but it is only being applied in three departments at the moment - Oncology, Respiratory and Metabolic Medicine. 

It is hoped the programme will be offered in other areas including Gastroenterology, which is our stomping ground, and I really feel that it should be because Crohn's Disease is a chronic illness with no cure.  It is stressful and confusing and annoying and life long.

Until then, we will keep collecting the beads and his story will grow through colours and swirls and love.

May is Crohn's and Colitis Awareness Month in Australia.

May 19, 2013

Crohn's and Colitis Awareness Month



You may not know that May is Crohn's and Colitis Awareness Month. Specifically today, May 19, it is World IBD Day. That's Inflammatory Bowel Disease.

Up until last August, I didn't know anything about Crohn's Disease.  I had three healthy children, or so I thought, and I supported charities such as the Muscular Dystrophy Association and SANDS which I still do because I have a personal connection to them.

When my little boy was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease last year, he was 9 years old. A simple blood test to check his iron levels led to four trips to Brisbane and lots of procedures and tests at the Royal Childrens's Hospital. Questions, uncertainty, fear and sadness took over as we realised that our child was sick. Where the hell did this come from?

I mothered my kids the same, fed them the same foods, nurtured them all exactly the same, yet my middle child had this thing called Crohn's Disease?  An inflammatory bowel disease. Not a boutique disease that people are happy to talk about, rather something that is spoken in hushed tones because it is to do with digestion, intestines, poo, blood, weight loss, cramps and dodgy toilet habits.

And my reference above to boutique diseases, is written with the utmost of respect, what I am saying is that Inflammatory Bowel Disease is not one that has a high media presence.......therefore this month is so important to spread Awareness and understanding about Crohn's Disease and Ulcerative Colitis.

There is no cure.  They are chronic, inflammatory conditions that are characterised by periods of  good health (remission) and flare ups, and can differ from person to person - there are so many variables.

So how are we doing?  After the initial shock, I decided to find out as much as I could about what we were dealing with, and to work towards the goal of keeping my son as healthy as possible. There are still so many unanswered questions and I suppose with time, they will be answered.  I worry all the time.....about the medication I am giving him....what it is actually doing to him besides keeping the inflammation away from his little body.

I worry that he is not growing, that he is pale, that his body aches and he complains about his joints being sore...his legs, behind his knees, his wrists.  I worry that he gets sunburnt easily and gets headaches because of the medication. I think about his immune system that is now compromised, and I try to keep him away from coughs and germs, but it's not easy.  I look at him sometimes and wonder was it anything I did (no)...

If he is tired or takes too long in the toilet, I worry.....it's a constant thing. It's called being a Mother.

However, there are some things that I do know......

* my son is the strongest, bravest kid who just accepts this situation
* Crohn's Disease does not define him.  He is a footballer, an ace Lego builder and is quite handy on the Ipod (minecraft and Star Wars are his thing)
* his family adore him
* he has tonnes of friends
* he's hilarious and cracks me up
* knowledge is power
* things could be worse
* support is precious
* we all have good days and bad
* a good, balanced diet is a given
* medication is a necessary evil
* I cry easily and often

I'm looking into alternative remedies to help keep my little guy healthy, and to ensure the best chance of a prolonged remission. It doesn't take away the need for medication, but rather work side by side..it can't hurt can it?

And the best, most valuable thing of all that I have discovered is the support and kindness from the IBD community. From this forum to a couple of Facebook groups who helped me today to some special people who are living with Crohn's Disease or Ulcerative Colitis whether it be themselves or their child...Jake, Stacey, Annie, Karen and Stephanie.

Thank you.

May 15, 2013

Wordless Wednesday



I love my job.  I get to meet so many interesting people!

And he's going the grope and giving the middle finger gesture at the same time!

How rude!

Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys.

May 7, 2013

Baby Blue



Miss D and I had the most wonderful night recently, participating in a sneaky surprise baby shower for our dance teacher, who is due to welcome her first baby in three weeks time!  I was looking forward to the shower all day, because our mother to be had no idea and the look on her face when she walked in was priceless!

I thought she might cry, but she held it together very well, and she couldn't believe that we had kept this secret from her!  The theme was blue and white, because "we" are expecting a baby boy, and I'm sure there will be plenty of available babysitters during dance class!

The room looked amazing, with large blue and white pom poms hanging from the ceiling, a beautiful tablescape filled with delicious food and little touches of baby blue everywhere to be seen.  The hostess did such a wonderful job!

Miss D was with me and during the night I found myself looking at her, thinking back to the weeks before she was born, my first baby. Twelve years ago, I had no idea how my life would change, or how I would feel becoming a mother for the first time.  With my second and third baby, the feeling was just as exciting because I knew what to expect.

But that first one, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, the preparation, the fear of the unknown....there is simply nothing like it.  I look at my three little birds and just wonder how I got so lucky......