Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

Friday, February 5, 2010

Fat Suit

Unlike Meg Ryan I can not take off my fat suit after a day of work. Mine is permanent.

And at the rate I am eating it will be forever.

I am eating, yet another Volcano Box from Taco Bell. (this is my 3rd this week)

I am on and off on this diet/Lose it Bitch/ Biggest Looser/ life change thingy. I have recently picked up some WW books from my dear friend Mudd Pimp, and it seems like the best idea for me, hence I can NOT give up food, carbs, or what I want to eat.

That being said I do need a bit o' dicipline in the whole what I want and portion control. So the WW has had a trial. A shitty blotchy, messy random trial.

AND so again, Spaghetti is FINALLY tired of his "fat suit" too. So we have decided to start Monday. Sunday is a family get together, to celebrate the Superbowl, and all it's hot wing goodness, and Spaghetti's 34th birthday (damn! 34 already?!)

Monday it is... P90X? to bed early? Up to work out? Yoga? Healthy food?


I sure as fuck hope so. I am SO over stuffing my face wth burritos...

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Skinny babble



Yep. January 2005. 4 years, and 5 months ago. I was about 112 lbs, and then I was 5 lbs more then I wanted to be. (Oh and that is Sophie (Dong) when she was just 5 months old! Aww)
Sigh.
I want to be that tiny again. That energetic again. Able to just grab clothes and go. And the only issue I should have with my clothes is that I just can't make up my mind on an outfit, not because I am to fat for it.
I want to post my reasons for eating healthy. Maybe seeing all the reasons will help me.
  1. My knees. I swear, at only 30 1/2 years old, these extra 25 lbs are rough on my knees.
  2. My clothes. I have some cute clothes. And I can't wear them because I REFUSE to have a tire, or a bagel, of any kind showing when I go out in public (the back yard is a whole different story. Then neighbors get the best!)
  3. My self esteem. Not that I ever really had low self esteem. I'm not all into myself, but I do pride myself on looking pretty good. And when your the short fat white chick. AND with the mom hair. Well that is enough to knock me down a few pegs on the "esteem ladder"
  4. My ability to hike. We have been walking and hiking ALOT lately. And going to Starved Rock State Park, is one of my favorite places to go. And the stairs were tough for me. (I must point out there are over 100 stairs on the one staircase) Plus I was either toting a 26 lb 3 year old. Or the 17 lb 1 year old. At one point, I made Spaghetti carry them both!
  5. The kids. Who doesn't want to keep up with their kids? Honestly who can? I mean the energy of a 3 year old is insane! But I would love to be able to hike, and bike, and just do all kinds of things and not be pooped.

I think if we do this now. If we start eating good. Walking ALOT, biking too. And we just really try. This will last us our whole life, and not only effect us as parents of toddlers, but as parents of teens, and as grandparents too.

I want to be able to do everything I can with my family. And I know it's just 25 lbs. But to me that is ALOT. My babies are here, and it has been over a year now. I just need to remember that me in the picture above. And strive to be a healthier me.

So we started yesterday. Good foods, like oatmeal, eggs, chicken and yogurt. Coffee and water are my beverages. Today was eggs, coffee, toast, and then cottage cheese and applesauce for lunch. We went to the park with the kids. Spaghetti ran the track, and I played with the kids.

I do think with my Gaiam work out routine (I can do it, I am comfortable doing it, and I feel the results the next day) and eating healthy, I will be in good shape. Not sure when. I will just do my best for as long as I can.

And if I do fall of the wagon, which I am sure a pizza dinner, or a ice cream break will come along. I won't fight it. But I will need to be strong and go back to my healthy ways.

I hope this whole soapbox babble is going to help. I hope the eating good, cleaning the house more often, and taking care of myself will stick.

I enjoy a clean house, a more organized life, a healthy energetic me, and a happy me. So here is to the first day of many!




Thursday, May 7, 2009

Cystic Fibrosis results are in

It was a long day. Hell it's been a long week. Garage's Sales, picking up the kids, going to Chicago, Weaky's DOC band, Spaghetti at Wrigley, then Bagel going to the hospital, Family visiting, and of coarse Weaky's CF testing.


Testing was a pain. Weird too.


The hospital was great. It was just for Children, and everyone was really nice. Weaky's test involved cleaning his arm, setting gauze onto it. (one on the forearm and one on his lower arm)Then these little copper rectangles set over each piece of gauze.


She then hooked the copper pieces up to a box with wires on it. Like a car battery. She said it would feel like when your leg is asleep, the uncomfortable tingly feeling. That was for 5 minutes, and yes I had to hold him in my lap for it. Afterwards she removed the gauze and copper plates, and only on the lower arm, she had a solution to make him sweat, but it was cold, and she said it would sooth the tingly-ness then she placed new gauze. And wrapped his arm with this shrink wrap type stuff. To trap the sweat.


Then we did the other arm the same. A whole new 5 minutes of tingly torture. (thank god he won't remember any of this. But it did keep Bagel in check, she had the "deer in headlights" look going on the whole time. In fear that she was next)


After we went to the waiting room, now we had to wait for 30 minute for the sweat to collect under the shrinky wrap. Once one of the arms were free, they put a bag on him to collect a urine sample, then draw a vile of blood (I made Spaghetti go in with him for that. I was maxed out on my kids blood for the week) The blood is to test for Anemia.


She told us that they would have the results by 2:30 that day! At 2:30:01 we called Dr. B to get the results...


Negative. Phew. Breathe. Cry. Fist bump Spaghetti. Go kiss your boy.


We have to wait for the Anemia test, and whatever the Doc wanted with my kids urine, those had to be sent out. We are just happy to know the results of the CF.


Oh and in other Weaky news. At the DOC band appointment on Monday, the therapist told us that we only had 2 weeks left of the band! Hoo-fucking-ray!! I can NOT wait to set him free of that! He never notices its on his head. But with the warmer weather he sweats SO much! So May 19th is his last day!


I just have to say I make tiny babies, with big heads, that's all! Thanks again to all my friends and family who sent good wishes our way for Weaky's results. They were all appreciated!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Fingers in my ears, going "lalalalalala"




Weaky had his one year check up Monday.



He is 28 1/2 inches, great motor skills, his head is looking great with the help of the DOC band.


We had him creep across the room, and we notice that he drags his left leg, and only pushes with the right. He does not crawl, but he does cruise around his bed, and will walk with his Lion walker/rider.


He just started pointing to his mouth for "eat" and he is getting so much more interactive. He really loves his toys, and don't even touch his Gerber Cheetos!!



BUT he is just a wee guy at 16 lbs 12 oz.



Sigh...



Sure I am little, and Bagel was little too. He is right on his height. But it's that little weight that bugs Dr. B. and it bugs me too. I know, I know, I am only 5 feet tall but he is tiny. He can still wear 3-6 month clothes. The 9 month pants are just fitting him. (But Bagel wears 6 month shorts, her waist is SO tiny!)



Weaky got his shots, 3 of them, as most kids he was very angry, and sore. But like a trooper he took his Tylenol and a nap.



So yesterday right before I left for my fun night out, Dr. B called us at home. (I would have told the girls but I didn't want it to be a buzz kill on our Brit night. I figure you would all see it today) He is concerned about Weaky's weight. And wants us to do a count of ALL things he consumes. But in weight. Like a 9 oz banana, or 3.5 oz of baby food.


I have to do this for 3 days so Dr. B can get a calorie count.



Then Dr. B ordered for him to go up to Christ Hospital's children's Hospital "Children's Hope" to have his electrolytes checked, urine, and his blood count (again, just did this in January)


And for a Sweat Chloride test.




For Cystic Fibrosis.



He said the Cystic Fibrosis is because Weaky shows some signs of "failure to thrive" so we go Wednesday the 6th at 10 am. I don't know that much about CF, I do know a girl from Real World died from this (Frankie) and that is all I want to know for now.



Spaghetti is sick over this. And I am not happy, but I don't want to know more then I need to right now. I will let the Doctors test him, and go from there. My mind won't wrap around the fact that he could be sick, until he really is.



So please wish us well. I believe in my heart my Weaky is fine. Just a wee little guy, with a big sweet heart. I will keep you updated with more when I get it.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

S.I.C.K.


Update for anyone who wants to know...



Myself: No temp. Coughing like crazy still. On the meds the Doc prescribed to me. Worried about a relapse since everyone is just getting sick around here. Also worried about Weaky and Spaghetti, both really sick and at the doctor now.



Bagel: No temp this morning (was 100.5 last night) coughing some, but she seems to be in good spirits this morning (a bit more whiny then normal) taking Tamiflu and Mucinex for kids, per the Doc. visit from yesterday.



Weaky: Temp of 100.5 seems happy this morning, he was down at 9:00 last night, back up at 5 for a bottle, and right back down again until 9 am. Spaghetti just took him for his first breathing treatment at the Doc. we will have to bring home the oxygen, and give him treatments every 6 hours. Any advice from those who have done this before? (he's 10 months)



Spaghetti: Temp of 100.9, just took Weaky to get his breathing treatments and has his own appointment to see his doctor afterwards. He is hacking up a lung, and feels like ass too.



Ding and Dong: Good, slightly depressed because of all the rain (can't stay outside long) and because we are not always around them as much. Sorry girls!



Thing 1 and Thing 2: They are good. Happy. Because they have us on there side of the house alot lately (the front t.v. room and the bedrooms, and loft) they are a bit sun deprived though.



And that is what is new with the Mc Family, we are all tired, sick and just trying to keep up with the housework for me is a joke. I am hoping that with Spaghetti and Weaky out of my hair for a bit, I can use this coffee buzz to at least pick up around here, and start some laundry (I have run out of underwear!)



Please send healthy wishes and some sunshine. It's much needed!!


Sunday, March 8, 2009

The perks of sick kids.

The perks of the whole family being sick.

(yes I can even find positive in an evil negative)


  1. I am looked to as an AMAZING mom because I can care for sick children, and a sick me.
  2. My children cling to me, at times it may drive me insane. But I realize they need me, and my comfort at this time. I love it.
  3. We totally get out of events because who really wants the whole hacking Mc family there? Not that a hacking 10 month old isn't adorable.
  4. Kids on meds sleep more.
  5. Kids on meds sleep more.
  6. kids on meds sleep more. sorry! It's SO true, and SO necessary to repeat!
  7. My mom was amazing, and helped me with 3 big garbage bags of laundry, and the kids even though we were hacking and sneezing all over her! Muah mommy!
    My IL's took the kids today so we could drive an hour away to get our taxes done. My MIL is not feeling well at all, but they took them anyway! Thank YOU!

Hooray. I totally would rather have happy, healthily babies, but that is the upside to the sickness. I do have to note that last night was my first "toddler barfed in her bed" night. AGAIN I was SO lucky. Bagel did it at 9:45 when I was still up. She amazingly only barfed on herself, and her care bear, NO sheets, NO blankets. Awesome.

I then got a full run down of the events repeatedly all day today. Even funnier.

Well tomorrow is Monday, Weaky's DOC band appointment at 10:30, then off to the Quick Care for two sick little people (I went last week, it was a Sinus Infucktion.)

Wish us well!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Missing Spaghetti and defenseless children

Sick. Still.

I have now shared all of my sickness with my poor defenseless children. Weaky is so sad, his little eyes are all red, and his nose is runny. He has the tiniest little man cough.


Bagel is just an adorable hacking, and sneezing little princess. Who whines a bit more due to the virus that is invading her usual energetic self.


All we wanna do is sleep, and sleep some more.

Due to lack of energy, or it being used up in catering to the sick babies, my bathroom is looking like this. Where the laundry is pouring over to the floor, and Weakys bath tub is just there.


The second sink is a total disaster, we haven't used it in over a month. (you can't even see it. Maternal? D. Pimpster? You two freakin yet? Wanna organize my bathroom?) I am trying to cut through all the crap, declutter, and we need a system because EVERYTHING ends up here. (obviously)

Oh, and if you see the guy in the picture below. Tell him I love him and I miss him. He's worked 3 days at the video store, and inbetween working when he is home, I have been running someone to a doctor. So I barely get to see him. He answers to the name Spaghetti.

Yep so that is what is new. Germs, lack o' energy, and lethargic people around here. Sound fun, huh? Wanna visit? HaCk, CoUgH, HaCk, HaCk, Ahh.. ahh...ahh...CHOOOO!!



Monday, March 2, 2009

Gag me with a purple polka dotted spatula backwards



Fuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk meeeeeeeeee.



I am SO sick and SO tired.



I have one of those coughs, that is more like a dry heave, where you get all teary eyed, piss your pants EVERY TIME you cough, and you start to gag, the kids are confused...



oh but wait... there is joy in that little bottle of Vick's Vapor Rub, you rub some on the bottom of your foot, place a sock over it. Wala. Less coughing instantly, take some Tussin to top it off, and attempt to get the kids bathed, and fed.



THEN I get to go to the art room...



WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Seriously?!? I had to leave my blog to go have a coughing/gaging/piss my pants fit. Again.



Anywho, since I was rudely interrupted I put Weaky to bed. Fed Bagel, Sweet & Sour Chicken, for the first time.



I then had a coughing/gaging/piss in your pants fit. Again.



So I left Bagel to eat, ran to the bathroom to gag/cough/piss. I come out. Bagel obviously loves Sweet and Sour sauce more then the actual chicken. She is looking very Ompa Loompa ish right now. (Anyone know how to remove Sweet & Sour sauce from skin?)



Sigh...



I clean her up, take her up to bed, she wanted to play in the front room. NO way Jose. This mom is SO done. BUT Weaky is not done, I make him a PediaSure bottle and go BACK upstairs to get him BACK out of bed. So right now Weaky is in the pack-n-play drinking his nom, nom bottle.


I am sitting in my desk chair, hacking my lungs out, chugging water, sucking ColdEzz, wondering how I will make it down in the art room...



Sigh...



Yes the art room. I MUST go there. I know, I know, it is my happy place, but when I am sick I avoid it. I need happy energy to create. BUT I have a stamp camp for 8 customers on Wednesday night. We are making a cool home decor project, that will include twelve 6"x 6" sized scrapbook layouts (birthday, Christmas, Valentines...) Yeah... so far I have the Valentines one, the Halloween one, the Birthday one, and I am working on a Spring one... 4 done, 8 more to go...



Sigh...



If only I were swimming in a big pool with Spaghetti right now. That's right, it's a frosty 22 degrees out, but Spaghetti is in a nice 90 degree pool. Taking his Scuba Steve lessons. Tonight is the first one. I am SO happy for him. He SO deserves this.



Sigh...



But I am here. In my yellow moo moo night gown, with my water cup, runny eyes, lungs hacked out onto the big desktop.



Well I must stuff what is left of my lungs back down my throat, suck it up. Put Weaky BACK to bed, and go attempt to be creative for a few hours. (ok, I can't lie, that is not my lung. Sure as shit feels like it though. But that is mine... or was... it's my Placenta from Alex... cool, huh?)



(yes I pulled the "Mommy! Save me card" called my mama, she is coming over tomorrow, to help me with the kids, and I will be draining her creative mind for help. Let's hope on a miracle that I can get it all done tonight, and enjoy tomorrow with my mommy... doubtful I know)



Hope you all feel better then I do. I advise you to go take some Airborne, Emergen-C, Vitamins or whatever it is you take. Just reading this could make you sick. Lysol your eyes or something... or not, that would probably burn alot... yikes I'm rambling... gatta go.


Gnight.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Vitamin overload! Stop the germs! Stop the germs!



Morning wankers!

I am well rested, as should be I went to bed at 8 pm last night. Thanks to to much time with the public last weekend (funeral and the Chicago Auto show) my little children are now fighting colds, and so am I. (boooo)


I should count myself lucky, because I seclude myself and children from the rest of the world, we have few colds. This would be Bagels 3rd cold in almost 3 years. This is Weaky's first cold at 9 months. (they both take vitamins daily, and we stay home ALL the time)


I have been downing Coldeez and Airborne all day yesterday, and started my early morning with a 6 oz cup of Zesty Orange Airborne (taste like the glucose test, when your pregnant) there is also the choice of Lemon Lime (not much better, Spaghetti says it tastes like someone vomited Mt. Dew and he gets to be the lucky one to drink it. Better downing this stuff then having a head cold and working a 16 hour shift right honey?) It's better then having a head cold.


So right now my symptoms are a mild scratchy throat, and I am just a bit more tired then usual. Both of my kids are professional snot bubble blowers by today, and Weaky is not interested in solids, much less a bottle. He will down the expensive Pediasure that he is on. Well whatever, as long as he is eating.


I am hoping that Spaghetti can skip this round of colds, but I doubt it, I practically pour the Airbourne down his throat, and when I remember give him his vitamins to take.


I am hoping my coffee this morning will scald off some of the germs, and give me a good buzz to get through the morning. I will be taking my afternoon dose of Airborne, then my before bed dose too.

It's kind of weird. When you take it, if your to late, and you already have the cold. It's like you have all the symptoms but they are mild. Oh and don't take to much, I vomited ALOT because my mom was pumping them into me via the Airborne Gummies at a scrapbook event. (yes they make gummie bears for Airborne too, kids like them. I obviously missed that boat with Bagel. Next time...)

Airborne owes me a thank you for plugging them through this whole damn post. And I must say this is not a way to stop from getting sick, and it is not a cure. But more a super vitamin to help you fight off germs and colds. I just hope my 12, 8, 4, 1 reader s take Airborne and fight the germs!!

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.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Crash.

14 hours.
3 Venti Starbucks Mocha's (with double shot)
4 bottles of water
10 other scrapbookers

and... drum roll please... 9 yes 9 scrapbook pages! Folks this is somewhere near a miracle, because I never get that many done. I am very proud. I was able to to the whole Drew Davis Band Concert from this summer, some of myself, and Dong.

I made a new friend, we shall call her Batz Maru, we exchanged phone numbers we hit it off so well. She was born in this state, then moved to Hawaii most of her life, then went to college in Nebraska (?) and back here again. But she's Mexican. So I have a new friend who is a very honest, sarcastic, funny, Hawaiian, Nebraskan, Mexican. Pretty cool.

Ah and the bad part of my all night parting ways... the crash... to much coffee makes me poop, and the dogs were barking when I got in. So in between taking ALL of my stuff from the truck, down to the art room, then pooping, talking to Aerial (she was getting ready for work) then taking care of the dogs, pooping, blogging, and now more pooping and off to bed.

I will be sleeping as much as I want the beloved Gramma and Grampa Mc are taking my monkeys until tomorrow! Wee! A free day. Maybe even a haircut. Mohawks grow fast!

So off to bed with me, night night.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Dentist appointments for all bloggers!

This is WAY to weird!! So I read Aerial's blog post about the dentist, then I went to my Iowa friends blog, and saw that she too had her dentist appointment. ok so my point is, I then started to wonder when my and Spaghetti's 6 month cleaning was. He had one the month Spike was born, and this would be 6 months later... a half hour later the phone rang, and it was the dentist calling to remind us in 2 weeks we had our cleanings!! To weird!! Clean teeth for all!!


I asked the receptionist, when to start bringing in the monkey children for cleaning and she said around 3 years. Bagel has been brushing her teeth for almost 16 months now. Started on her 1st birthday. So when did you start bringing your kids in to get there teeth cleaned?

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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