Showing posts with label Dystonia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dystonia. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Featuring ME! 16 yr old notes.

I’d like to feature myself today. On my own blog? Weird I know, but I was looking for a past post from 2009, and came across one that I wrote that made me laugh, smile, cry and realize I can write well when I try hard. Or given the perfect prompt to post on.

Long story short, it’s a letter to my 16 year old self, and I do believe it’s one of my best posts to date! Let me know what you think. And feel free to share the idea of writing to your 16 year old self, just do me a favor and let me know if you do, I’d love to read it.

A letter to my 16 year old self…

I’d like to add on just one more thing though. Dear 16 year old self… LISTEN to your sister. RECORD your sister. TALK to your sister. She’ll still be with you 16 years later, but her voice will be gone, you’ve only got about a year left to HEAR her. But she’s still your Frances, just a much quieter version, due to what the doctors will tell you, and your parents (after another 6 years of searching for an answer) is Dystonia.

Queen of Feisty

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Read me a bear story

I was tucking Bagel into bed tonight, and she was thanking me for cleaning her room. I am surprised she noticed. It makes me happy that she is grateful.


As she lays in bed, we sing the "SKINNAMARINK" song from the Elephant show (1980's) then we go at a few rounds of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Then she wants to read a Bernstein Bear book, I am beat, and those damn Dr. Seuss books are LONG. So I ask her to read to me. (we had already read "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" AND "Green Eggs and Ham" today)


As Bagel reads her story, which means on each page, she tells me what the picture means to her, I listen and I think of days when I lived on Marble street. When I would lay in my top bunk bed, and as I read my books, on my Rainbow Brite sheets, with my kitten Punkie right next to me (yes he would climb the bunk ladder) I could hear, my sister, Francis, below me reading.


Not words though. Because this was before she could read. But we always went to bed with a stack of books. She would make up the story as she saw it on the pages. Sometimes a simple short story lasted 20 minutes because of Francis' imagination.


I miss those days. Of hearing Francis that is. Oh don't worry, if your reading this for the first time. She is alive and well a ripe 28 years old. But because of her muscle disorder, Dystonia, I haven't heard her speak in over 15 years. Be sure to read my "One Twisted Story" post explaining.


It's just sometimes, when I am doing things with the kids. I totally go back in time, I can see my mom doing the same thing with us. It's a great way to bring back memories of so long ago.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

"The Adventures of an Incurable Optimist" a daily adventure we should all take


I watched Michael J. Fox's documentary of "The Adventures of an Incurable Optimist" it was a journey he took, trying to find out different things about us optimists.
If being an Optimist is genetic? If your into the arts are you more Optimistic, since your working to be in a field were they say it will not pay? How does an optimistic person get by on day to day? And do we function as Optimists as a group?
I enjoyed the paper guy, a guy who stands at the top of the subway, handing out the free papers. His other job. He said "each day is a new opportunity"
I agree. A new day to be a new me. A skinnier, happier, more organized, less lazy, more the old happy go lucky me, then the bitter, and short tempered newer me.
I think optimism is genetic, I do believe that my parents were real with me. But we always looked to the brighter side. It's much prettier then the other side.
Now don't get me wrong. I am realistic at times. I have to be. We all do. But I see each challenge in my life as a tool to learn, and to grow from. It could always be worse, a line my mother often says. And it's true. Sure I have RLS (restless leg syndrome) and my back and legs are crazy right now. But it could be SO much worse, my problem is temporary, and will go away if I sleep it off.
I have been asked many times by people how I am so optimistic when my sister, Frances, has a muscle disorder, Dystonia, that cut out any conversation with her since she was about 13 (she is now 28. Or that she had to have brain surgery for 12 hours. How? Well she is mentally just as smartassed, witty, and normal as you and me. But she just can't express it verbally.
And that is what I cherish, is that I still have my sister, and that even though we can't chat, scream, or even whisper to each other. We are still around each other. So I look at it that way.
My brain wouldn't let me google Cystic Fibrosis until after I knew it was needed to be done. Sure I might Google it, just for curiosity, but I needed to not go there. Not this week. I couldn't get myself sick over it, until I needed to. Call it denial. I call it my natural instinct to survive. You do it your way. I will do it my way.
I also enjoyed Michael J. Fox visiting Wrigley Field. And pointing out that we Cubs fans, are a breed that are optimistic because we stick together as a group. And eventually it will happen... right?
Now I don't see anything wrong with a Pessimistic person. They dive into the problem, and then some. They hit there problem head on, and deal with it from there. It helps them cope.
Realist, well they are two different kinds. The Realist that do see the problem, and tries to find the best solution, and is hopeful of a good outcome. A realist optimist.
Then there are the Realist that sees the problem, and then some, and just to me is a bit more negative then need be.
I just don't do negativity. It won't help, it, to me it will actually hinder any progress. I want to think that now that we have hope with Obama, and the stem cell research bill he signed, we can move forward, much faster, find a cure for Parkinson's and maybe more help for Dystonia. Maybe even a cure too.
Thanks to Michael J. Fox for reminding us that you should "Do the next right thing" instead of "Doing the next thing right" yeah, I had to rethink that one a few times. But it's great once you get it.
Glass is half full, and tomorrow is a new day. Here's to it.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The silent treatment.

Today as I went through the McDonald's drive through, with both Bagel and Weaky. Bagel was saying "Hi!" to the cashier. To her disappointment the cashier didn't see, or hear her, plus with this cold weather, the transaction time with a McD's cashier is usually only a second or two.



As we pull away, we have this conversation...



"Mom, why didn't that lady talk to me?" says Bagel



"Because she didn't see you, Weaky's car seat was in the way" I said in return.



Bagel munches on her hash brown, thinking to herself. Her next comment made me cry, not hard. But more of a sad cry, that I knew would come soon. But not so soon.



Her comment...



"Why doesn't Aunt Frances, talk to me?"



I pulled the truck over.



Turned around to her.



With tears running down my face, I gathered myself, and said. " Bagel, Frances can't talk to you. She is unable to talk, like you and me. But she LOVES to hear you talk. And she LOVES to play with you."



Bagel then replies with "Oh. Say yes Aunt Frances, and no Aunt Frances, and eat" using the sign language that I have taught her to use when talking to Frances.



"Yes of coarse you can use your sign language to talk to Frances too." I said.



"Maybe Frances can't hear me? Is that why?" Bagel asked.



I again am amazed that at over 2 1/2 years old Bagel is having this in depth of a conversation with me. "No Bagel, Frances can hear you. Just fine. She just can not talk, but you can still talk to her, that makes Frances happy."



I wipe the tears from my face, and continue on to my In-laws house. I am sure I will have to re-explain to Bagel why Frances can not talk. I want to teach her about Dystonia, and the journey that we have gone through with Frances. But for now, she just needs to know that it is not because Aunt Frances doesn't love her. But because she is just unable to talk to her. And that she never loves you any less the everyone else.



If your interested in Frances story, as to why she can't talk, read here.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I get you.

If you haven't read my post on One Twisted Story... go there, and then come back here. It will make more sense...

Early morning, never enough coffee. We choose the front row. Bad idea, when speakers are rambling on, and on and on, trying so hard not to use big medical terms, but they still are, and it's almost lunch time, and you just want to get the medical speech over with. Yes some was good, but I think we were all antsy to just talk to each other.

I must tell you as to date, we knew of no one with the same kind of Dystonia Frances has.

Right before lunch there was some Q and A time. A mom sitting over and behind us, was there with her husband, two sons (about 16 and 14) and her daughter, small, with short curly brown hair, didn't look a day over 7 years old.

When the mom raised her hand and asked a question, all I herd was "our daughter just had DBS and she is 11 years old. Because of the Dystonia she can not eat, drink, swallow, and she can no longer talk"... tears built up faster then I could control, I turned to look at my mom, and she too just had this teary eyed look of "someone is just like us..." I mean when you go 15 years thinking that Frances is the only one on the planet with this and then all of a sudden there is this girl... Stephanie... she was shy, but at lunch she showed us she has figured out how to kinda eat and drink.

She puts a teeny tiny piece of food in her mouth, then rolls her head back and to the side. It works. She found a sensory trick, or a way to try and live with Dystonia. We talked at lunch about her surgery, the family life, and day to day issues.

I met another lady, Cory, she was in her 40's and was considering the DBS surgery, she was probably where Frances was when she was 15. She can still talk some, but her neck is turning. She asked questions, we shared info, but she left before breakout sessions started. Maybe she was overwhelmed with all the surgery info... not sure...

After lunch we went back in the room, it took forever for them to get us all out, we just kept talking! There was another talk, and then the breakout sessions. There were 3 to choose from, Being a sponsor, Secondary Dystonia (not us) and then Family's with Dystonia.

There were about 30 people in the room. We sat in a circle. We shared.

The lady from Australia (she met Nicole Kidman back when she was still just and Aussie) her and her husband both have Dystonia, and they just had a baby. (not sure if there's is genetic) She was very informative, dealing with this and her husbands for 30 years now.

The mother, father and daughter. The daughter is one of those amazing people who were in a wheelchair, and after the DBS surgery she runs track in H.S. there's is genetic. The grandma, and father both have it. Oh and the girls brother does too.

The family I mentioned above was in there. And this husband and wife were there, to ask questions. There daughter fell while bowling, and she now has Dystonia.

This guy, Marc, and his wife were there. He has it, and it's like Frances' but he can talk. (I told you this disorder is random)

A lady named Sue, she just was diagnosed in February. She made me sad. Her family is a "heart disease family" she lost 2 brothers (she is in the middle of 11 kids) and her father to heart attacks. But now that she has this, they make fun of her. Saying it's for attention, and she is a freak. She said her husband hates her family for this. She was so proud of me, for being a sister that cared.

So far we have had an accident brought on Dystonia, Genetic Dystonia, Familys with Dystonia, and small children with Dystonia. And people with Dystonia setting in later in there life.

Then there was Mandy, again Dystonia must keep you from aging, she looked about 18 or so (the H.S. track girl above looked about 14) said she was 30. My age. She was there with her mom, who talked alot, but from what we know, the mom lost her husband 20 years ago. Mandy is the youngest of 3. Older brother and sister. Mandy and mom live in Florida, Brother and sister live in Wisconsin. Mom is on her own with Mandy.

Mandy has Dystonia from her chin down to her toes. She can walk across a room, then within a few seconds be flat on the floor. Her Dystonia makes her muscles SO tight that you can't move her. So she is usually in a wheel chair. Sometimes her mouth is effected, but for the whole time I saw her, she could talk fine.

Mandy is on lots of meds, all that Frances tried and they do not work. And one made her hallucinate for 3 days. Mandy has not had the DBS surgery, personally I think it would be great for her. It's funny how you always see who has it better then you. I mean some of these people were lucky enough to go to collage, get married and have kids before Dystonia even set in. But with Mandy. It started in 1978, when she was only 5 months old. Talk about lucky. Frances may not have had a voice after 14, but we were lucky to have her talk for 14 years.

We all talked and shared, and after asking us twice, we all finally got up and headed towards the main room. We gathered outside of the main room, exchanging information, and just talking.

As I stood in a crowd of about 20 people, I stood in front of Mandy, I gave her my business card, and said, "I know that you can't type well sometimes, but if you need to just say Hi" I told her I was really looking for a sibling who gets me.

I get a tap on the shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Alyssa, Mandy's sister. I'm 35. I get you." We cried. We hugged. We get each other. That is what I got out of the seminar. A friend who gets me. I know my friends and family care deeply about us. But to have someone totally get you? I mean that feels the guilt and the hurt you do? That is what I wanted from this.

I will do a post on more of the medical info, it is late, and I must go to bed. Stay tuned for more.

A little Q and A time

So after my day in the sun over at The Secrets Is In The Sauce, I have read, a retarded amount of comments, it is insane. My email was over 400 today. I came across some questions I wanted to answer, and some things I needed to cover.

  1. My hair is not permanently pink, it was just the $1.99 spray from Walmart, washed it out that night. But the mowhawk is permanent.
  2. Dystonia is very painful, but for some it is painless (yes another randomness in the disorder) lucky Frances has no pain.
  3. I am on a mission to organize my home, and get my shit together. Check out my mentor, I just started my FlyBaby lessons, over at Flylady.com.
  4. I have been reading and adding, some of you already, to my blog roll. Great meeting and reading SO many kick ass bloggers.
  5. I think since there was a great idea from a visitor about staging the Triplets... kinda like Naked Barbie... (yes click on Naked Barbie, to read Barbie Me, by my friend Heather, co founder of SITS)
  6. Oh and lastly to the blogger that left a message on SITS roll call yesterday, the comment about my middle finger over there on the right? Yes, she was disturbed, and thought it broke the "profanity rule" with the SITS girls. Seriously? It's not pointed towards everyone that comes on my blog. Just those that lurk and attempt to leave anonymous messages. It's creepy, and my fuck tard family ruined the first blog, so leave a comment, and get your knickers out of a bunch. Bah. I guess if I there was only 1 complaint out of 400 comments left here. I must be doing something right.
  7. And I do like the idea of the crib tent. Creepy as it may be. It just might be my answer.

If you have any more questions, let me know. I will clear things up. Oh and Dewey, yes you Survguy. Do me a favor, and get the names right. I am married to Spaghetti, and Bagel is my daughter. Just a little FYI.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Dress Pants



6:45 am up and in the shower.


7:00 am getting dressed, putting on make-up, doing hair.


7:15 am letting dogs out, feeding them, feeding cats.


7:30 am blogging.

Dress pants on, look somewhat professional. Where am I going you ask? Why am I wearing dress pants? What am I looking professional for? My sister, Frances.

The 2008 Dystonia Regional Conference. From 9am to 4 pm, myself the Queen and Frances will be attending seminars, break-out classes, with breakfast and lunch being served. We will talk with others that have Dystonia, learn what is new and upcoming.

I am very interested in what is in store for today. Not sure if it will be a waste of time, or the best day ever, or eh, that was interesting.
I want to go. But not just for Frances, for me. So maybe I can meet someone who has a sibling with Dystonia. I know everyone around us means well, and everyones empathy is very appreciated. But for someone to even understand what we go through. Or what Frances really goes through.

Well today we will find out. I have my notebook handy, business cards for networking with others (not Stamping business, but just friend business) handy pen (extra for backup) water, wallet, sweater, camera, and an open mind.

Can't wait. I will fill you in later. Miss me.

(Frances with Spike just a few hours old)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Kreativ Blogger you and me!



Look at me! I got an award! Fancy pants! Thanks to my new sister Becky, she has awarded me a blog award! But not just any old blog award! This one comes with a job!! And even though I put off any type of job like it's the plague, I will do my best to follow through with my new job, as Kreativ Blogger.


Here are the new job rules.

I must post this pretty new award in a blog.

I must post 6 things I value

I must post 6 things I do not value

I must tag 6 bloggers


That is it. If I tag you, take your award with pride. Here are mine, in no particular order


6 things I value


  1. Family first rule- Always family first, turn off the t.v., call your friend back, get off the computer. Spend time with family. It doesn't happen enough.

  2. Laughter- Goes hand in hand with happiness, smiling, all that good stuff that makes you warm and fuzzy.

  3. My Pets- There company is unmatched. And there loyalty is nonhuman. Love them.

  4. Technology- With out it I am lost. We all are. No cell, no internet, no t.v. we would die.

  5. Myself- I value myself, not in an big ego kind of way. But more of a I am proud of who I am, what I do and how I act. Self esteem is something I have, not over cocky but strong.

  6. Every minute- Use them. I love to use every minute I can, I mean your life isn't really that long, and so I do everything. I rock out in the car by myself. Who care what the douche bag next to you thinks. You need to make the time to do it. Yes I am busy, I have kids, pets, house, and a stay at home business that I run. But I still find the time to read, draw, stamp, scrapbook, play with my kids, take baths and hang out with Spaghetti. Use your time wisely.

6 things I do NOT value



  1. Haters- From my free spirit, to the fact that I own a home. I really hate haters. They just need to understand I make the best of what I got. Go on and do your own thing. Get your own damn haters then...

  2. Fake- Don't be fake! Don't pretend to be cool, or what you think is cool. For fucks sake, I graduated H.S. Get over yourself!

  3. Overly Religious- Bah, don't get your knickers in a bunch. I just can't stand those people, Christian, Jehovah, whatever, DO NOT JUDGE ME. I will not go to hell, I am no less then you are, and seriously, Religion is good for you and all. But some people need to get a fucking hobby.

  4. Negativity- Ugg! I can not stand when someone is going on and on and on and on about something. It won't help the situation. And now you just annoyed everyone around you. I mean I do bitch about things but some people really need to chill, and realize that when you think your getting a 6" paper flower and you get a 2" paper flower, it is not the end of the scrapbooking world.

  5. People that lack social skills- Kinda weird but I find that there are people out there that just don't get the basics of social life her on earth. Like conversation. Not saying you have to be like me and start a conversation in the bathroom, but maybe if your in mixed company, attempt to converse. Or just understand why your not liked, since you don't choose to converse in company. Tipping. I don't work anymore where tipping was a part of the norm. But when you don't tip because you just don't have the money, you probably shouldn't be out anyway. (I get not tipping an asshole because they suck) Spaghetti serves beer at a famous baseball stadium, and tips are HUGE part of his income. Tip after each beer, yes it's his job, but just like waitress's and stripping. Tips are a part of there life. Staring. This one is in particular to my sister, Frances, I can't stand going to the hilly billy ass towns around us and seeing the inbread freaks STARE at her. Dude, she doesn't have 8 arms, just a little head turning. But the best part is when the parents are staring too. What a joke.

  6. Racism and Homophobes- Two things I DO not like. Period. I have no respect for people who are racist. I hate the "dot head" comments, or the Arabs that want to run a Dunkin Donuts, what the fuck does it matter? I mean really, they just want what our families wanted. A better life here in America. The "N" word sends me through the roof, seriously what century do you live in? Ugg, and since I am whitebread myself, I am in a small 99% whitebread town, next to a 99% whitebread town. So of coarse there is comments. But I have been learning that I have the balls to say something. Not rude, but just a "what does there color or race matter?" comment usually reminds them that not everyone is whitebread, and that is fine with me. Homophobes suck. Period. You really again need a century check. If it makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you just need a bit more culture in your life. Really you do. I attend the Gay Pride Parade, two years now. And I love it. I go with my cousin and his partner, and Aeriel goes along as my date to the parade. Gays are just like you. No really they are. Eating, sleeping, pooping, breathing, there choice of partner should not be why you judge them. Judge someone by there character, and who they are. And if a book is telling you that it is wrong to be gay. Maybe you should look outside your thousand year old book, and realize it's 2008.

OK now that I am off my soapbox about all things good and evil, here are my 6 tagged...

  1. Aerial over at A Day in the Life of...
  2. Chandler over at Maternal Mirth
  3. Frances over at Inside Susie's Head
  4. Iowa Friend over at Just Jayme
  5. This Mom over at This Mom's ramblings...
  6. Jaci over at Ravings of a Mad Housewife

And as always if you are offended by my posts, please remember this is my blog, and my opinion. I am right here, not you. Want to be right? Blog about it on your own site.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

One Twisted Story.


My friend over at MnM found this site link on Dystonia and the movie "Twisted" that was done on it. It was a documentary of different people with Dystonia. I am telling you this, and MnM cares about Dystonia, because this is what stopped my sister from talking 14 years ago.


To an outsider looking in. They see a twisted, and muted girl. But from someone on the inside, someone who knows Frances, I know she may be twisted physically (I was the sister blessed with the metal twistedness, and most people probably want to put me on mute...) but she is funny, and smart, and loving. That is what I see.


I need people to know about Dystonia, and I liked the description they gave below. I thought I would put there writing from the site I found this on in italics, and my two cents in regular font. Easier for you to know and understand where we stand with Dystonia.


I am excited to say the Queen, myself, and Frances are going to the Dystonia Medical Research Regional Conference next Saturday! It's an all day event, from 9 am-4 pm, there are workshops and breakout sessions. There will be information about the latest research and treatments, we can meet and compare notes with others.


I am looking forward to meeting and networking with others that have and understand what we go through as a family. And Frances can meet some people that actually really get her.


I will keep you posted next week on what I find out!


What is Dystonia?


From the brain’s perspective, muscle control is a highly complex task—whether crossing a tightrope, sending a wink across the room or simply sitting still. Even raising an eyebrow requires the cooperation of dozens of muscles we don’t even realize we have.


Dystonia, which literally means “abnormal tonicity of muscle,” happens when the part of the brain that controls muscle movement is impaired. Involuntary muscle spasms force affected parts of the body into contorted or twisted postures. These spasms can strike anywhere––arms and legs, the face, vocal cords, the torso, neck and even eyelids. While dystonia is not a fatal condition, it is chronic and often painful and can be profoundly debilitating.

Frances' Dystonia is her neck muscles, or the Torticolis. It is SO tight in her neck that she has her head turned to the left most of the time. It is SO tight that she can not eat or drink very well at all, and speaking has been gone since she was a teenager. Her hands are slightly affected, called Writers Cramp Dystonia, so sign language is hard for her too. Now that was the kicker. Take her voice away, but lets jack up her hands so sign language is out too.


Dystonic symptoms can show up in childhood or adulthood, and they range from relatively minor movements to severe contortions or fixed postures. The condition rarely goes away completely, and predicting its course can be difficult.

Frances was a perfectly normal kid. Walked, talked, ate, swam, ran. Everything. It started out slow, around 7th grade, and by the end of H.S. it was serious, but we still didn't know what it was we were dealing with. In 1999 we first heard the name "Dystonia"


It was my wedding day, when Frances was my maid of honor, and we had to retake pictures because her head kept turning. Now 9 years later, she is silenced, and twisted. But thanks to the DBS, she is able to function better then not.


There are two categories of dystonia: “primary” and “secondary.” Primary dystonias have a genetic source and simply appear, while secondary forms follow an injury or physical trauma such as stroke, poisoning, reactions to certain drugs or lack of oxygen at birth.


Dystonia is the third most prevalent movement disorder, behind Parkinson’s disease and tremor. More than 300,000 people in North America suffer with dystonia, and yet relatively little is known about why it occurs, primarily because unlike other neurological disorders, brain scans of dystonic patients look normal. Because cognitive abilities, intelligence, vision, hearing and muscle strength are all normal too, scientists have few clues as to the underlying mechanisms of the disease.


Causes of Dystonia

Today, research suggests that genetic factors are even more linked to developing dystonia than previously thought. Investigators are looking into whether a person whose dystonia occurs after an injury may have been genetically predisposed to developing the disease. Research also points to genetic causes for aberrations in dopamine, a brain chemical that influences motor control and becomes depleted in patients with dystonia.

We did genetic testing, and it is not genetic... I hope.


Additional insights into the causes of dystonia have come from studying the region in the brain where motor function occurs. Called the “basal ganglia,” or “basement structures,” this region, located deep below the cerebral cortex, is where the messages that control muscle movement are processed. Investigators believe that damage to the basal ganglia can result in the type of involuntary movements that define dystonia. Scientists also suspect that sensory functions, which influence motor movement, may offer clues.


In TWISTED, Pat Brogan demonstrated how just placing his hands on his forehead and cheek neutralized his painful contortions. Though the reasons behind this are mysterious, similar sensory tricks provide relief for other types of dystonia. For example, pressure on the eyelids has improved eye spasms, placing a toothpick in the mouth can relieve tongue dystonia, and touching parts of the arm can relieve cramping hands.

We have yet to find one that works.


The Link to Parkinson’s Disease

Scientists first became interested in the relationship between dopamine and dystonia back the 1950s and 1960s when another movement disorder, Parkinson's disease, was shown to cause depleted dopamine in the brain. More recently, researchers discovered that two altered genes were related to a rare form of “dopa-responsive” dystonia, which is triggered by exercise.


Dystonia is often compared to Parkinson's disease because both are movement disorders related to the basal ganglia part of the brain, and because symptoms of Parkinson's sometimes resemble the twisting of dystonia, though this is usually because of medications, not the disease. Dystonia patients sometimes show symptoms resembling late stage Parkinson’s disease, such as difficulty swallowing, moving slowly or vocal problems.

But despite these obvious connections, investigators have yet to find the shared structural link that might explain dystonia. They have located the structure within the basal ganglia that Parkinson's disease affects, called the substantia nigra, but the geography of dystonia remains largely unmapped.


Treating Dystonia

There are three categories of dystonia treatment: oral medications, Botox injections and deep brain stimulation (DBS) surgery. Of the three, surgery is the most risky. However, for those who have found no relief through other treatments, surgery holds the most hope. Unlike medications or injections, which offer only temporary relief, DBS can be a long-term solution. And unlike surgical treatments of the past, which destroyed parts of the brain, DBS only disrupts certain areas, and the treatment can be reversed or discontinued without causing permanent effects.

Frances has had SO much Botox, and she had a 16 hour DBS surgery done in January of 2005. The Botox did little or nothing, and even though we are frustrated with the DBS results, that Frances isn't able to talk at all, or eat well. We have had the generators off, and have seen the results. She hunches over, and is very twisted. Seeing this, I remind my parents that we are lucky that we had the DBS, to keep her as she is, and not twisted.





Deep Brain Stimulation

What is deep brain stimulation? The short answer is, a “pacemaker” for the brain. During DBS surgery a thin lead with four electrodes at the tip is inserted into the thalamus area of the brain. The lead is connected to an extension wire through a small opening in the skull. That extension wire connects to a battery operated pulse generator (the “pacemaker”) that is implanted near the collarbone. The device is set to continuously generate mild electrical stimulation that suppresses dystonic movements by blocking the brain signals that cause the contortions.


In TWISTED, Remy Campbell dramatically demonstrated the effectiveness of her deep brain stimulator when she turned it off for the cameras. Immediately she began to arch and bend forward, moving from an upright posture to a 45-degree angle, just moments after the stimulator was shut off.
No joke, that is how it is, when your turned off, the effects are pretty fast. This video saddens me, and I am sickly jealous of how this girls generators fix her. Why not Frances too?


Managing Dystonia

For most people suffering with dystonia, managing symptoms and pain is the primary goal. Finding the right balance of treatments—which can be explored individually or in combination—is often a long process that can take an emotional and physical toll.

Physically Frances suffers. And I know that mentally she must suffer with this stupid disorder. I also know the emotional toll is hard on my parents, and myself. I wish that Ed could have heard her voice. I know that Aerial and my IL's would love to hear her talk again. Just once.


For this reason, supplemental strategies can be very helpful, such as physical therapy, support groups and speech therapy. Meanwhile, the research goes on. Genetic links and dopamine changes seem to be the most promising beacons along the path to the ultimate goal—finding a cure for dystonia.


I am fine, when I read all the medical stuff, but when I have to start typing out the issues my sister has, I loose it. I just can't handle it sometimes. I want Bagel and Spike to love her as she is, and it pisses me off that they don't get the Frances that I grew up with and love.


It's up to Frances and Bagel and Spike to bond all while doing it with out speech. I want my kids to learn that everyone is different, and don't ever judge someone by how they look. You really don't know.


I am hoping for a sign, a new route next Saturday. But I am maybe just looking for some friends. Not just for me, a sibling who also knows what it's like to be like me. But for my parents. To bond and find someone, anyone who can share what they deal with. And mostly for Frances to bond, and network with others just like her. Who get her.


Just thought I would share. Check out the clips on the Twisted site, there is some good info. And wish us good luck.

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