Hospital Birthday

Two years ago Matilda was as sick as a dog on the morning of her birthday. I remember her dad (Marty) saying he wished we could rewrap her presents up and give them to her again as she barely seemed to be there. Two days later we knew she had HSV encephalitis and our world changed forever.

Once again we have celebrated Matilda’s birthday in hospital….same hospital but a different type of life-threatening encephalitis (medical update below). So how do you  make a joyous occasion out of all this muck? How do you give her and us happy memories of turing eleven? Well heres what we did….

 

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Face-time with the lovely Cinnamon who couldn’t be with us.

Our plan was to keep it short but happy.  The past two years have really taught us to ask for help from our lovely friends and community. Despite the fact that it meant a day off school and a more than a two-hour-each-way drive, two of Matilda’s BFF ( shout out to Sia and Grace!) and parents joined us for a party. Marty was with her at the hospital, so Reuben and I spent the night in Brisbane so that we could be there at the crack of dawn…well 7 a.m!

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BFF’s in da house …..well ward actually.

After a serious amount of present opening the girls went of to The Starlight room (activity centre for games, face painting, craft & general fun for hospital kids and their visitors) whilst we decorated and generally took over the lush rooftop garden.

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Decorating pillow cases…sign your name across my heart!

My wonderfully crafty friend Jane had helped me purchase all of the required fabric crayons for decorating pillow cases and had even gone the full nine-yards by making jersey beanies on to which the kids attached giant pom-poms they made.

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Byron Bay Beanie Babes & Bro!

Passers by commented on our healthy party food (Dah, we come from Byron Bay man!) but maybe they hadn’t seen the raspberry cake surrounded by chocolate eclairs!

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Yum! Matilda almost ate the wrapper!

I started to shed a tear when the hospital foundation volunteers arrived with a pressie for Matilda. Those compassionate & generous souls in green aprons/shirts have made so many dark days better during our long hospital stays.

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Could she get any more pressies?
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Picnic and more unwrapping!

Finally it was time to pack up our party. To leave our lovely Matilda to chill out and let her brain have some recovery time.

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One last goofy photo!

As a family we can only pour out our immense thanks and gratitude to everyone who has helped us over the past weeks and especially yesterday to make Matilda’s birthday an event that she will recall with fondness and happy memories.

Medical Update:

Well, even our good days can be murked up by yucky stuff. Matilda had 5 seizures yesterday, the last of which was a fair doozy. Anti NMDA encephalitis is a horrible disease and its scares me when I read some of the awful consequences on the website to support families.

Matilda is 3/4 of the way through her first set of treatment with Rituximab (an IV infusion) and also monthly steroids/immunoglobulin treatment. Her severe behavioural changes have dampened down,  although they still flare up suddenly. Her seizures appeared to have been controlled but seem to be on the increase again despite being on 5 different anti-seizure meds. We love the team at the hospital and their care but this is very frightening stuff. She may come home after her last infusion next week but it depends on a whole heaps of factors.

Matilda has started doing more and even venturing a little out of the hospital. This disease will be with her and us for a very long time. Throughout the rest of her life she will be at higher risk of neurological conditions and relapse. And thats if we are

Last night I bawled my eyes out and for the first time asked ‘Why my beautiful girl?’. It is a silly question. This is not a targeted attack but an unlucky coincidence. I was sad that my family were separated, because Matilda & Reuben have had to be braver than I would ever wish them to be and because I am terrified about our future. But as her lovely friend Grace wrote in her card…Matilda has a lot of GRIT and so help me if she can have it, so can I. XXX

GRIT ON YA’LL

Here we go again…

It’s gently raining outside and more than anything I don’t want to think about hospitals or what has happened to us over the past few months. A deep well of hot anxiety and fear starts to rise as I write this and prepare to return to Matilda in hospital today. But so many of our friends near and far would like to know what is happening, so here goes…may my tea be strong & hot enough to get me through.

Despite all that Matilda had lost and had to bravely face since she has HSV encephalitis in June 2015, we had started to muddle our way through.

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The best ‘natural’ surfer in the family!

Matilda still only attended school for three hours a day but her teacher, aide and I felt we were getting on top of a good program. We had applied for funding for some assertive technology to help compensate for her poor literacy skills but we were happy that progress, even though very slow was still happening.

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Matilda had started to do Craft-a-noons – an after school activity with mates.

Then in March this year (2017) she started to have more seizures and different kinds. We wondered if it was just that it was the end for the first term and all the kids were a bit stuffed. The paediatrician & neurologist increased her medication and decided that we would continue with our plan to go on a road trip to see family down south….all in very short hops and well orchestrated to help Matilda cope. Marty and I have always wanted to fill our kids lives with as many positive experiences as we can to balance out some of the really tough times they have been through recently.

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Saying hello to new cousin Felix alias ‘Chuckles’

But it all went a little pear shaped (too many seizures) and we found ourselves in a bit of a mad dash to get her back north so that she could be admitted to the big children’s hospital in Brisbane where the team new her well. At this point we thought the major crisis was dealing with her uncontrolled seizures. Her EEG showed almost constant seizure activity and they increased the number and dose of most of her medications. Matilda’s thinking, language and levels of activity had dramatically reduced and they also gave her steroids to try to reduce any inflammation in her brain and perk her up. She also had an MRI to make sure that her scar hadn’t altered within her brain and a lumber puncture to test for antibodies for other types of auto-immune encephalitis, which at the time they thought was unlikely.

You know the news isn’t good when two neurologists arrive at the bedside at 7 pm as you are reading your daughter to sleep and want to change her medication and ‘have a chat’. They had found then antibodies in Matilda’s spinal fluid for Anti-NMDA receptor encephalitis. The easiest way for me to think of this is a bit like severe Tonsilitis, when the body fights itself so hard that it makes itself sicker. They started Matilda on first line immunotherapy and more steroids. Thats when the rages started and they wondered if it was a reaction to the steroids or ‘road-rage’ as the nurses call it.

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Matilda became deeply unhappy with rapid mood swings.

What we didn’t really understand was the psychological changes that the ‘antibodies’ can bring about – screaming, aggression, violent outbursts, psychosis, paranoia and obsessive thinking. We tried to bring Matilda home last weekend and found these rages meant that she was very unsafe. Anything and everything could be a missile and she seemed incredibly fast and strong. Our neighbours and friends stood by us but our small army was not enough. As it was no longer safe to travel in the car with Matilda, her neurologist in Brisbane arranged an across state border home to hospital ambulance trip. It was only when the ambos arrived and they explained that they had never heard of such a thing that we started to realise just how concerned her team was.

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Matilda sedated  in the ambo on dash back to Brisbane.

Even Matilda’s paediatrician had never heard of not having to go through a local hospital to be transferred. Matilda raged at retuning to hospital and in the end had to be sedated for the 2 hours journey. When we arrived  back at LCCH in Brisbane it became apparent how concerned they were. We have a ‘assistant in nursing’ in our room with us 24/7. The room was cleared of all possible projectiles.  Over the next few days the heads of neurology, psychiatry and rhuematology all conferred over her case. She is about to start infusions (Rituximab) to wipe out her B cells and has been stabilised a great deal by careful psychiatric medication. She has been obsessed with an American Girl doll and the staff have been lovely, helping us to hunt all over the hospital in case she is hiding there! Yesterday she had a small seizure as they had reduced some of her anti epileptic drugs to see if they were impacting on her mood.

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One of the wonderful AINs who have helped us all day & night.

And here I run out of words. It will soon be Matilda’s 11th birthday and the anniversary of her contracting HSV encephalitis. I cannot explain how distressing it is that she will most likely be in hospital for this birthday and that we all feel like we have gone back in time by two years. Really it is worse this time. Neither Marty nor I can work as we need to change over in the hospital every few days as it is so  physically and emotionally tiring.  We do not know how long we will be in hospital for this time but after our last ‘not so brilliant’ attempt at coming home, I suspect we won’t be coming home any time soon.

We are blessed with people near and far who have generously supported us. In an era where so many people just seem to be out for themselves, it makes such a huge difference to have people around you acting out of compassion and nurturing. Even with all those hands and minds holding us up, it feels like a lonely and distressing bubble to be in. The ‘world’ continues unnoticed, as our lives are focused on the very small microcosm of a hospital room and home. Even when we have a day at home we are preparing, food, clothes and games for our return. I want to believe that everything will turn out OK in the end. I want to believe that they will kick the antibodies up the arse. I want to beleive that one day our lives will resemble ‘normal’ at least a bit.  But I also know that if I let my feelings out for second, I feel like I am being repeatedly dumped by a wave and it is getting harder and harder to get to the surface to fill my lungs with air……………

We will try our hardest to keep you all posted . Big hugs y’all.

A year and a half on…

Whoa its hard to believe that it has been five whole months since my last post! Just getting on with LIFE took everything thang we had and there was nothing spare to document and share our experiences. But I am ‘back in the saddle’ so to speak. I love the wonderful interaction I have with people regarding the blog, whether its right here in town as I apply sunblock to the kids at the local pool or from far, far away. I’m keen as mustard to start posting about a whole range of stuff we are going to try this year but first lets have a wee look back at where we have come from.

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June 2015 Matilda in intensive care and hardly responsive.
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Matilda circa 2016! Rockin pink hair ends!

A year ago I started to write a post that I never completed. It was to be called ‘Meanies everywhere.’ which was a phrase Matilda used one night when frustration overwhelmed her and reading it now I can feel the pain of those days. It went like this:

You know I planned this as a blog about treatment and rehab. But as time goes on learning words seems far less imperative to learning LIFE. Matilda rails against having to practice the skills she once knew and this week has tearfully explained that her friends don’t want to play with her at school. She says she asks them to play with her but they say they are playing with someone else and she can’t play too. This is so common at school where alliances form and change on a daily basis but for Matilda it says one thing. There are ‘meanies everywhere’. Mum and dad are forcing me to do all this horrible work and now my friends don’t want to play with me. As she scratches at my face, rips up her homework book, pulls at her own hair and says that she wishes she was dead, I keep insisting that we move forward, finish the work and hold her tight in a sweaty hug. I feel like a meanie. I also truly believe in my heart that if I don’t help her to recover the best I can, if I take the easy complacent route, that I will be a meanie too. As with her friends who need time away from her strange social skills and are not mean, I am not mean either but bloody hell I feel it!-

Reading that a year after I had written it wrenched at my heart but also made me realise just how far we have come. It must have been a bad day as her friends have been great! Yesterday Reuben started high school and Matilda started with a new teacher and class aide. Everything was a little topsy turvy with a couple of our standard glitches but pretty much all family members had a likeable, interesting day and there was no mention of ‘meanies’ lurking. The kids both exuded an overwhelming sense that despite the hot, sweaty  weather…..everything was COOL!

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2016 ended with a bang. Matilda won a Shining Star award at her dance performance and Reuben was ‘dux’ of Year 6 after a really weird year – proud parents!

The crazy thing is that this is not because of some ‘magic pill’ that has ‘fixed’ our lovely Matilda or that she doesn’t still struggle on daily basis with what she has lost and dealing with the consequences of her acquired brain injury. It is simply that we, as a family, now operate like a well orchestrated machine (most of the time). We work together to lessen the chances of blowout and when they do sneak up on us, we all act to neutralise any negative feelings as quickly as possible.

This high level of awareness or ‘being on call’ in your own home/life all the time can and does take it’s toll at times. The restrictions of what we can and can’t do in a day, where we can for holidays (Is there 24 hr emergency department near by? How long is the drive? Is there a quiet space for day sleeps? ) and feeling very timetabled (medication and meals at set times, has enough water been drunk, is there the right kind of food in the house and watching her 100% when swimming because of seizures etc) can really grind you down even though they are the very things that enable Matilda to function as well as she does, to be as MATILDA as she can be.

We have also learnt the power of accepting help from our wonderful friends, family and community. Just one example is a wonderful friend who enabled us to have less anxious nights by having a device fitted under Matilda’s mattress that sets off an alarm if she has a seizure.  Without it we would have spent half of our nights sleeping on her floor with one eye open. The respite that this has given us has been immeasurable! We may soon be able to move onto a similar device that she wears on her wrist that we are experimenting with at the moment. Such generosity and thoughtfulness has repeatedly stopped our ‘titanic’ from sinking.

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Mostly we’re working on not sinking but have the occaisional “flying” moment like Jack & Rose (Titanic 1997).

So here’s a snap short of our  ‘HAPPY BRAIN – HAPPY HOME MANTRA’

  • water  – a least 1 1/2 litres over the day – little bits all day.
  • protein – at every meal and snack times (argh that can be a killer to work out).
  • exercise – a daily dose and even better if it challenges balance or dual tasking.
  • sleep – regular, good quality, lots of it and not when overtired or at wits end.
  • seizure monitors – oh that peace of mind for parents!
  • get outta here – have breaks away from home/change of scene.
  • socialising – trying to sustain everyone’s friendships…even if only tiny doses.
  • fun – replacing memories of hospital and loses with good times.
  • therapy – keep going back there, teaching to mastery, reteach when forgotten.
  • technology – looking at software/apps that may help with memory/literacy/typing
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Powerpoint for talking with Matilda’s class about her Encephalitis and seizures. Its a little emotionally exhausting for both of us but SO WORTH IT!

And my final mantra item is HONESTY. We try to call a spade a spade – with Matilda, with each other and the world. We talk openly with her about having ‘a big scar’ on her brain and don’t make promises like ‘everything is gonna come back if you work hard’ that may not be true. I tell my friends when I feeling ground down or like I want to run away from home. Reuben tells us when he has had a gut full too. If all else fails there is always yoga, kite boarding or singing the songs from Matilda the Musical at top volume in the car!

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“Never again, will I doubt it when my mummy says I’m a miracle” – Revolting Children

So bring on 2017. I’m really looking forward to sharing whatever mischief we get up to!

 

 

 

When therapy can’t be done!

Therapy! Whats that?  Sometimes we’re scooping up every last crumb of  energy to just get through the day. Our last month or so has really shown me a lot about what to do when therapy goes to hell in a handbag – other titles may be ‘Riding on the seat of your pants!’ or ‘Anything Is Better Than Nothing.’ or ‘Dammit,  Lets Go For A Run!’

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When the going gets tough daily ‘action sessions’ take priority over therapy!

In retrospect we left the hospital thinking that ‘the only way was up’. That if we just put in the right amount and type of effort, that we would be able to make slow but steady gains. There is much truth in this assumption but what we hadn’t quite expected was for some things to go completely pear shaped! Our neurologist’s euphemism for this is that stuff ‘evolves’ after this type of Encephalitis.

Over the past months Matilda’s seizures (previous post link here) progressed from simple focal or absence (Petit Mal) to the full-blown shakey kind that most folk imagine and call ‘a fit’ (Tonic-Clonic/Grand Mal). Even her paediatrician admits these can be bloody scarey  when you have no experience of them. The week of the first big seizure resulted in extreme fatigue and confusion for all of us. Then the poor little taker got the ‘wipe you out cough/temperature’ bug that had been going through our community. There were 14 kids away in her class the first day she had off sick! This delightful week of attempts to get temperatures down whilst being freaked out that they would throw her into a seizure was followed by our worst week of behaviour to date. We all know that even when our kids are babies, that their rhythms all go out of whack after being sick. Well, our ‘recovery’ week was a doozey (think about your average tantrum and times that by 17 million…O.K thats an exaggeration but you get the idea!)

Therapy was off the agenda. Anything that even remotely whiffed of a structured task led to screaming, biting, running away and general mayhem. And look I have to admit that as a speechie, it feels heartbreaking to not be able to work out how to reinvent a task to an ‘acceptable’ format for her when the storms are raging. It makes me feel like a failure but this gives me great insight into how many of the parents I work with feel, when the demands my profession place on them are simple not ‘doable’ at that time, in their home.

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Even a messy house can be converted into a mini roller-skating rink!

Luckily brain science and recent research has given us lots of ideas and backed up a lot of what our instincts (especially Dad’s who doesn’t have professional blinkers) about what to do so that we still feel like we are nourishing and nurturing her repairing brain, even when planned rehab/therapy is off the agenda.

COMPASSIONIF IT IS TOUGH FOR YOU, IT WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY BE TOUGHER FOR THEM.

  • It is so easy for everything to spiral out of control. Too many words and angry responses fuel more difficult behaviours.
  • We talk about the ‘crankies’ in Matilda’s brain having a rant but it is not Matilda. At least for us separating who she is, from what is beyond her control seems to help.
  • Let it go! This is hard but not impossible. We can have been defending ourselves from a range of flying missiles or be heart-sore from having a favourite object broken but within minutes that tidal wave passes and we try to continue as though it hadn’t happened. No blame, no shame, no hashing over, no analysis of what cannot be explained!
  • Grab hold of the good times with gusto. Family runs on the beach, cuddles reading books in bed, hunting Pokemon or building a treehouse. We all have our different ways to connect and share love. Don’t get me wrong. I stress. I panic. I have sleepless nights. I cry. But I try, try, try to focus on the sweet times.

EXERCISEGET THAT HEART RACING. 

  • Its simple. Just get out and move. Jiggle, swing, swim, jump – anything at all.
  • There is a lot of really good research that shows how exercise helps brain function and neuro-plasticity.
  • Initially Matilda had no stamina but we are slowly building up weeny levels of endurance.

EAT & SLEEP WELLNO BRAIN WILL HEAL WITHOUT  REST AND HEAPDS OF IT.

  • Watch for tired signs and act on them. Retreat home, send kids packing, reduce talking or cognitive load, avoid multitasking (huh!) and so on.
  • We avoid carbohydrates and sugar. If Matilda had a breakfast of just a croissant with jam, we would see a total break down 1 1/2 hours later.
  • Lots of protein – this can be really tricky but we keep on trying.
  • Lots of Vitamin C rich fruits and lots of veggies…even if the range is minimal.
  • Anything with lots of  HIDDEN veggies. I grate carrots, courgettes and pumpkin into my spaghetti  sauce  – Jamie Oliver’s version link here. and mash in veggies to thicken stews.

WATER DRINK LOTS OF IT.

  • This requires constantly carrying drink bottle and checking her intake. If we don’t check, we find she has only drunk about 500ml in a day from lots of sips but not big gulps!
  • An adult friend with a grain injury commented that his symptoms are much worse if he doesn’t drink enough.

STAY SOCIAL FEELING LOVED AND CONNECTED HELPS KIDS MAINTAIN RESILIENCE.

  • We have ask our friends for short play dates, early dinners and quick little adventures. It takes a bit of courage to stand out as being different in this way (most of her friends play longer, harder & faster) but if we pushed Matilda to stay up later or play longer, she would be unable to cope. Th consequences would knock-on like a falling line of dominos.
  • Play and laughter with friends overrides so many of the other yucky things and not just for her!

RELAXATION AND MINDFULNESS – LOTS OF RESEARCH BUT REALLY HARD TO DO!

  • Much as I would love to say we do relaxation, yoga or mindfulness with the kids, the truth is our attempts are sporadic and often a failure.
  • Matilda will do some kids yoga videos alone.
  • Our best attempts at deep breathing coincided with hips lifts against a wall….breath out on the way up and breath in on the way down…slowly.
  • The research in this area is strong. It really does help but for us at least it tricky to get happening in any sustainable way, despite some grate books and CDs 9Such as Sitting Still Like A Frog – link here)
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Relaxation and mindfulness for kids and adults!

So much to do that helps when all the ‘other stuff’ just can’t get done. My only other HOT TIP is that the parents should do the same. For me yoga is almost nothing about what my body looks like and soooooo much about what my head feels like. In hospital Matilda once said  ‘Yoga means a good day!’. She nailed it. I just have to creep out of bed in the dark to do it!

Seizures

Seizures make me cry. Since early May Matilda has developed seizures. In the scheme of things ‘seizure-ish’, Matilda’s would currently be considered very mild. Many families are dealing with way more than we are . But despite my best efforts to convince myself otherwise, seizures change everything – subtle shifts through to absolute fault lines.

 

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Luckily she has learnt how to swallow tablets & capsules!

Seizures mean that the small amount of freedom Matilda had won back over the past year has been eroded. We hang closer to her as she is less stable on her feet and ‘shadow’ her when she is with her friends in case she has a seizure.

Seizures mean that we have to fill our little girl with medication, that has three pages of side effects I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Most of the time we don’t know what is impacting on things like her speech – is it the seizures, the medication, fatigue? And you know what, neither do the doctors.

Seizures mean that at times she is so tired she can hardly function and our plans for slightly longer times at school may hit rocky ground (or at least how she is at home afterwards). Pushing dinner times out a little later or socialising with friends in the evening is becoming harder not easier (on the bad days).

Seizures mean that normal 10 year old girl activities need to be strategically managed – sleep overs, play dates and parties. Shorter, with mum doing the emergency medication talk or hovering in the background, leaving before all the others, only with one friend – never quite free.

Seizures mean lots more doctors appointments and not necessarily more solutions. We try to arrange ways that Matilda doesn’t hear the chat or discussion over outcomes/side effects/recent deterioration but there are times that this is hard to avoid.

Seizures mean  that Matilda has mentioned hating her body or being broken more often. She is tough and this only happens when she is at her absolute low-battery setting but on top of normal early-puberty issues, it strangles my heart.

Seizures mean that her 12 year old brother Reuben knows all about what to do in an emergency situation and that we have a sign on the fridge for what to say when you call for an ambulance.

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Getting ready for a recent EEG

Seizures mean that we check how far it is to the nearest hospital and if they have a 24 emergency department before we go away. Our car recovery policy will get upgraded too in the event of a breakdown!

Seizures mean more talks with the teachers at her school and kids in her class. They have all proven that the more they know, the more supportive that can be.

Seizures mean that I have no way to forget the horrible night when she was first ill and a seizure almost took her. I think often, almost daily of the doctor at her head, keeping her airways open, telling me to keep talking to her, that she could hear me, as she shook on the bed. My tendency to overprotect her has gone through the roof and I am constantly fighting my inner urge to check on her, hold her hand, not let her go too far…….

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Mum stands by trying to act cool but freaking out!

 BUT seizures mean we are still here. We are still in the game and prepared to do what ever it takes. This may be a temporary reality or for the rest of our lives. There are chances that it could become significantly worse or possibly better. Either way as a family and as a community we will roll with it, breath into it. Sadness and despair tap on my door. My yoga teacher read a beautiful quote from the poet/writer David Whyte from Consolations (link here)

Despair turns to depression and abstraction when we try to make it stay beyond its appointed season and start to shape our identity around its frozen disappointments. But despair can only stay beyond its appointed time through the forced artificiality of created distance, by abstracting ourselves from bodily feeling, by trapping ourselves in the disappointed mind, by convincing ourselves that the seasons have stopped and can never turn again, and perhaps, most simply and importantly, by refusing to let the body breathe by its self, fully and deeply. Despair is kept alive by freezing our sense of time and the rhythms of time; when we no longer feel imprisoned by time, and when the season is allowed to turn, despair cannot survive.

Breath, hope, step forward.

Grief, birthdays & the anniversary!

At the end of May Matilda will celebrate her 10th birthday. I am trying to focus my mind on how we can make this a really special birthday for her, within the perimeters of her fatigue and currents likes/dislikes. But you know, for all we are celebrating her wonderful birth, it is also the anniversary of the worst times of my life, the darkest days. On the morning of Matilda’s 9th birthday or maybe the evening before, I can’t recall now,  we decided to call it and cancel her slumber party. As we gave her our presents on that Saturday morning, I remember Marty saying he wished we could re-wrap them and give them to her again as she didn’t seem to really notice them and couldn’t enjoy them as she was feeling poorly. Over the next 48 hours the HSV encephalitis was attacking our daughter’s brain without us knowing and then we all fell down the ‘rabbit-hole’. When we returned from hospital the bags of party supplies were just as they had been and I had no idea what to do with them – mostly they are still in my wardrobe untouched. It is such a strange swirly place to be in – to celebrate and grieve in the same moment. Confusing like biting into food and it not tasting the way you thought it would, you know an apple tasting like a beetroot. I knew that I would start to feel funny as the anniversary of taking her to hospital drew near but the nauseous, weird floating, out-of-body feelings are coming on in waves, that are faster and closer together than I expected. Like being in rough surf, I fear that I will fail to find a clear breath, that I will drown.

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Matilda asked her neurologist if she could see her brain, so here she is looking at her MRI

I had a prelude to this as we were walked around our new hospital complex. At the new wards, our guide said that he was going to show us the nurses alarm systems. I kinda didn’t think about what that meant. Then he hit the little green person – the ‘nurse I need a wee.’ type one, and then the next one – ‘I’m a nurse and I need some assistance in here now.’ and finally the loud tinkling one – ‘RUN NOW, ALL AVAILABLE STAFF, HELP ME SAVE THIS PERSON, WE WILL ALLOCATE YOUR ROLES AS YOU GET HERE!’ My knees went from under me. I will never forget that night with Matilda, as one nurse turned to the other whilst Matilda seizured and said ‘call it’. Luckily for me the head of our mental health team gently  moved with me to another space and chatted to me about Reuben and family. The surf flattened out and I could breath again.

Grief is such an odd individualised thing. I know that Marty, Reuben, Matilda and I will all experience this anniversary in vastly different ways. It’s like an Escher drawing. If you look at our current situation from one angle it appears like one thing and yet from a different angle it is something totally different. Grief and celebration fuddling along together.

Matilda wanted to cartwheel near the top of a cliff yesterday without any apparent understanding of what could happen if she stumbled. Fury ensued as we tried to explain that caution was required in that location. I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘And there it is, this encephalitis-alter ego, when so often now, sometimes for hours at a time, everything can feel normal.’

We have so much to celebrate in terms of her recovery, her ongoing slow but steady progress, the close-knit love within our family and wider kin, the warmth and compassion of our friends and wider community, the lessens about life and love that this event has shown us (shame it took being slammed against a wall to learn the lessons!). Matilda and Reuben are extraordinary kids but then again I am biased.

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Saying Goodbye in grief.

I was watching an episode of Offspring on DVD the other night, where Nina says goodbye to the ‘ghost’ of her deceased husband. She wants him to stay with her but needs to be able to really live her life. She needs to say goodbye. Bizarrely, I feel slightly the same about some of the most awful moments we went through in the hospital. I almost don’t want to let their memory go because they remind me of just how special, wonderful and brave Matilda, Reuben and Marty have been. Without those clear memories, maybe I will forget that the wonderful version of herself that she is today, has been really fought for, enduring so much to get to where she is now.

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Sewing a pillow-case with the lovely Joanne last weekend.

So there we are, grief and joy together. Birthdays and anniversaries. Being bowled over by feelings and knowing that many friends are coping with their own stuff, worse stuff. Its such a muddle to be a human sometimes 🙂

Neuroplasticity. – Parts 1,2 & 3.

I started Part 1 of this post some time ago but have decided to post it, as our progression with the word ‘neuroplasticity’ seems to reflect the changes of journey – from high levels of sensitivity & distress, to curiosity & investigation and now finding meaningful & sustainable home-rehab.

Neuroplasticity – Part 1 (some time ago…)

Ok, so I’m going to share a peculiarity about myself. I don’t think many people suffer from this as it takes a strange confluence of your professional and personal life. Here it is – when well-meaning people say the word ‘neuroplasticity’ to me I want to run a mile in the other direction screaming! My hubby doesn’t suffer from this disorder, as most human beings don’t, so let me explain.

As a speech pathologist I probably know more about neuroplasticity  than your average punter but far less than someone who has studied it or is researching in the field.  For many years I have had a mild obsession with popular neuroscience reading all of Dr Oliver Sack’s books and soaking up Norman Doidge’s  The brain That Changes Itself.  I was enthralled when listening to Barabra Arrowsmith-Young’s TED talk  about how she devised her own pathways for learning. Little did I know that one day this would not only be a ‘general concept’ that influenced my work and life but one specifically related to my own daughter’s brain and neural pathways.

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Matilda after her first EEG  – her brain was under attack from the HSV virus and seizures.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the findings that have supported this field. As a newly graduated speech pathologist we were led to believe that there were certain critical periods for brain development or learning and that different areas of the brain served specific functions.If anything messed with this order, you had a small window for regaining some skills but after that you were pretty stuffed. We now know that your behaviour (what you do) can alter the physiology of your brain – you can develop new neural pathways. Exciting stuff!webconnected-minds-connectedness-constructivist-learning-brain-plasticity-6-728

But there are just a few weany problems. Neuroplasticity doesn’t just take practice to develop new neural pathways, it takes ‘perfect practice’ and lots and lots of it. Many of the case studies are written about adults who have suffered a brain injury or children who have been born with some part of their brain missing or unusable. These cases are quite different from say Matilda.  Adults who have Acquired Brain Injury  (ACI) may have more self-motivation to slog through the hours of practice required to regain a skill and the child may naturally have pathways develop in an alternative area of the brain through the sheer number of attempts that they make at most developmental skills. Just think of how many times a child will happily fall to their bum as they learn to walk. Matilda now has strong visual cognitive skills and I do wonder if these ‘sprouted’ during her long non-verbal period out of being used through necessity.

Despite having been a speech pathologist for more than a decade, in which I have frequently worked with parents to use all manner of ways to maintain a home-practice schedule, being your own child’s therapist is always hard. We are beset with behavioural, motivational and fatigue issues that mean we are lucky to get three short sessions of therapy done most days. That means a possible 1 to 1 ½ hours out of twenty-four. These require tenacity, ingenuity, creativity and massive doses of neutral-toned perseverance and persuasive techniques from Marty and myself. Folks we may not even be touching the edges of the specificity or amount of treatment required for true neuroplasticity.

Neuroplasticity is not a universal panacea or magic pill that easily fixes what has been damaged. It is more like a guiding force that drives us to persist and try because we know that sometimes directed, purposeful, repetitive practice does impact our neurophysiology enough to change function. A slippery fish – Are we doing enough to make real change? Are we doing the right stuff?

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Lots of literacy, language and numeracy – every single day!

So when sympathetic friends and strangers mention ‘neuroplasticity’ I suspect my brain wants to scream “Its not a magic wand!”

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Anyone call for a fairy-neuro godmother?

But you know when I take off my ‘grumpy-pants goggles’ I hear something completely different. What I hear when people start to talk to me about how neuroplasticity can fix Matilda is HOPE and CONCERN. It is a way of ‘praying’ for us and sending us all their well wishes that everything will turn out O.K.

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Neuroplasticity = Hope & concern.

 

And I will take people’s love, concern, care, and HOPE any day of the week, wrapped up in whatever form they choose.

So thank you and keep the comments rolling.

Neuroplasticity – Part 2

After writing the above post, lets face it a bit of a rant, I decided that I had better look into it a bit more. What is actually out there for Matilda?  What is the evidence? How much does it all cost?

At the library we picked up Norman Doidge’s newer book The Brain’s Way of Healing and started seriously wondering if some of these techniques may provide Matilda with a greater platform for learning and living.  Neurofeedback particularly struck us as a therapy to be further investigated. It was wonderful having Marty reading the books too. Second hand information can so often lead to a lack of understanding, curiosity and enthusiasm but he is right in the thick of it when we are sitting on our see-saw balancing our options.

For the moment we are holding back on directly trying some ‘neuroplastic therapies’. Currently we are trying some ‘medical nutritional’ ideas with a naturopath and as a ‘researcher’ I know we need to try just one thing at a time  to see if it has a positive impact. However pondering Doidge’s Stages of Neuroplaticity (Neuroplastic Healing: Neurostimulation, Neuromodulation, and Neurorelaxation) has informed my thinking. But with a mind like a colander I will need to reread it a gazillion times.

Neuroplasticity – Part 3

We recently had a lovely visit from some relatives during school holidays.  They witnessed a spectacularly garbage parenting moment, where Matilda had a meltdown over doing a tutoring session and I didn’t handle it too well. Afterwards when we were talking and I was being comforted, he wondered if the ‘battle’ over therapy/tutoring was worth it in the balance. The vast majority of Matilda’s rages are around ‘doing stuff’ – taking medicine, drinking enough water, eating the right food or doing  what we call ‘brain growing’ stuff. Sounds fairly normal on paper, like your average 9 year old, but much more high octane.

In a 5 minute period she can go from screaming “I hate you mummy” to “Your the best mum in the world”. I have wondered many times about the cost to our relationship of being the main hand in her rehab process. It is enormously stressful for all of us to come up with original strategies to keep therapy/tutoring going and I often fail.

But that’s where knowing about ‘neuroplasticity’ really helps. It is the galant knight coming up at the rear because quite simply it informs us with a basic mantra – USE IT OR LOSE IT.

Without exercise, good food & water, cognitive work, language stimulation and social interaction, Matilda’s brain cells will not recover yet alone bloom. Without challenging her to work to her limit, the MRI will become her story, a big empty brain space, where not only  those cells don’t work but the ones they usually talk to decide to take a hike cause no one is coming to play. The exhausting and stressful nature of this work is beautiful described by Christine Bryden as she explains how she has combated her early onset dementia (click here for link)

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I hate doing Kumon!- Our daily struggle but Matilda is now reading simple sentences.

So we USE IT, STRETCH IT, FLEX IT and wrap it a leopard with stripey leg warmers. Balancing the battles versus the possibility of  skills to be gained, Marty and I have decided to keep those cells active!

We will ride on into the sunset on the white horse name Neuroplasticity and see just how far we can go…….

 

Get me outta here!

Cabin fever is the new bug laying waste to rehabees in our household. I think both Matilda and I are going slightly bonkers from how much time we spend at home and with each other. When refusal to do any therapy activities seemed to be escalating I decided it was time to ‘GET OUTTA HERE!’. We have done her tutoring, speech or OT exercises in the car outside the petshop, at the beach in a tree, at the pool and at numerous cafes to name but a few. Initially we had a bag with various ‘secret locations’ from which she would have to select at random. We are now in a period of negotiation over locations. Even therapy at home tends to involve movement and getting away from a desk. In this way we are stretching  out her ability to stick with it.

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Kumon tutoring at The Farm

Noise can be a factor and distraction but Matilda is pretty good at letting me know if an environment is too noisy. We have more problems if we try to do it before a surf session and she is itching to get into the water.

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And then there are the REWARDS!

Today we invented a type of ‘hide and seek’ mixed with sort-of-orienteering.  We have been trying to extend her vocabulary for household items. The kids had a list of clues about household items around the house.  They had to..

1. Read the clue

2. Find the item and a letter attached to the item.

3. Matilda had to draw the item.

4. Matilda had to say the letter name, letter sound and the name of the item.

5. Other kids had to put the item named into a sentence.

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Is it a tap or sink?

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The place the postman goes or a mailbox?

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More repetition – That’s me doing ‘tap’ but could be SPIDER!

I love a bucket load of repetition and after a fruit break we had a final activity today. Matilda had read a book about senses at school so I wanted at an activity that relied on TOUCH. I hung items that she had been having problems naming on a broom handle. The kids took turns to feel and guess what they were. Reuben as the big kid had to add what they were made off and put them into a sentence.

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We had used a tape measure last week and it was a tricky one to remember but she did!
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Is Reuben doing yoga?

I remember watching an Australian early-learning kids show called Playschool and thinking ‘Wow they can make anything with a box and masking tape!’. I think most activities for language learning don’t last too long and have to be pretty ‘down and dirty’. Its important to not spend too much time in the preparation or you can be pretty disappointed when they flop or only last a nano second.

I try to follow a rule that kids need to learn to be still and focused but they also need to move and talk at the same time. With Matilda, changing the scenery, including mates or adding action definitely keeps the wheels of therapy turning.

Have fun ya’ll.

Medicine -A spoonful of sugar?

I know this may sound very naive but I didn’t really think about what the medications Matilda is taking may actually be ‘doing’ to her until this weekend. I am full of respect for the hospital team that have been working with her and switched off a bit. Maybe it was just too much information to soak up. Maybe it was a numbers thing. We had reduced the dose and number of her medications quite a  bit as we transitioned home from the hospital. So less equals ‘good’ or at least ‘everything’s oki doki’, right?  The words ‘side effects’ however are now ringing in my ears and I have slightly weakened friendship with her meds!

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Medicine paraphernalia in our hospital transition phase.

Matilda is on an anti-seizure medication and a B6 supplement to mitigate the effects of the ‘side effects’ of the anti-seizure medication. As well as Melatonin to help with sleep.

Lesson #1    Repeatedly check that you are giving the right meds at the right dose.

One day I went to the chemist and bought the B6 supplement at a lower dose. I thought I had doubled it to match what we usually gave her. I also naively underestimated the impact this supplement had, thinking ‘Ah its just a vitamin.’ WRONG!  We had about four weeks of daily meltdowns before I checked her dosage sheet and realised we were 50% down on her dose. Taking this back up coincided with a return to a less roller coaster life. I had made two mistakes here – one was not really understanding what the B6 was for and the other was thinking that I could hold all this information in my head without checking.

Lesson #2   Know the side effects of the medicine and monitor them.

I am now wondering if much of what I have felt was due to Matilda’s ‘acquired brain injury’ is in fact due to the side effects of her anti-seizure medication. She has a very high chance of having seizures if she is not on the medication but it comes a huge cost. The rages, otherwise know as ‘brain fireworks’ are scary and emotionally shake us all down. When I stuffed up her B6 we felt their full weight. Part of me feels as though I am poisoning her to keep her safe – not a great feeling as a parent.

Lesson #3 Really listen to your kids when they talk about changes to their bodies.

Matilda has real problems explaining pain. Is it pain, tingles, cramps? She will do things like scrunch up her hands because she can’t explain exactly what it feels like. A few weeks ago she started complaining of pain in her hands and feet. And after we increased her dose of B6 after a recent hospital review, she continued to complain but also said her eyes hurt. At this point I hit the internet and this set in chain a process of reviewing what she is taking, blood levels, possible toxicity etc.

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Constant monitoring feels a little like being Sherlock Holmes.

They say it takes a village to raise a kid. I feel like it takes a big team of people and a gazllion trillion neurones to look after Matilda. There is no sitting back and letting it all happen. It’s all about the little details.

Whilst relying our medical team and their advice, we have also begun they journey of pondering alternative or complementary therapies. But thats a whole other post folks.

Remember to keep your eye on the ball ya’ll!

 

 

 

The hard times and the good.

We have had a pretty ghastly week. As Matilda has adjusted to a new classroom, timetable and teacher (all wonderful), she has become increasingly agitated at home. This seems directly proportional to how fatigued or overwhelmed she is. In practical terms this means rages, slammed doors, risk-taking behaviours that lead to accidents, disturbed sleep and eating patterns and global distress within the family. When weighed down by having to strategise every minute of your day to avoid ‘making things worse’, fatigue and the crankies settle in quickly for the rest of us. These times of fear and distress can seem a million miles away from her or our public persona. I take my hat off to all home educators and carers of any kind.  Navigating our path through the hard times and the good has only just begun. Missteps happen often despite the best planning and lessons seem to be raining down on us like a waterfall.

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Roller coaster of hard times and good.

Despite having a research-loving brain I have only recently started accumulating more information about Encephalitis. In my travels around the web I came across a public update by a doctor about his wife’s Encephalitis (click here to watch). Very similar to Matilda’s.  The hairs on my arms stood up and my tummy churned, as my heart filled with empathy for him. The frustrations and difficulties that he was living with were so similar to our own but in an adult version. There is a silent, hidden pervasiveness to this type of brain injury – it has such a huge impact on the individual but the poor insight, memory issues, temperament changes stay hidden as though they are through the cupboard in Narnia.

People talk about respite but this is simply not a possibility for most people. I feel like I need to learn how to have ‘respite’ in my head. After the ‘hard times’ the feeling of tension lingers like a stale odour that is hard to shake. My mission statement is to try to learn how to be mindful. Be on alert when needed and let it go as soon as possible. So easy to say….

Watching an amazing Ted talk by BJ Miller (American palliative care and oncology doc) (click here to watch) I felt renewed inspiration to practice this hard task. He describes being in hospital after being badly burnt and losing three limbs. A nurse smuggled in a  snowball from the soft new snow falling in the outdoors that he could not go forth into.

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Reaching and holding ‘the good’.

The snow, the compassion of the nurse, being part of the world made him choose life. My husband is a far more bounce-back character. His resilience is way higher then mine. I struggle with the struggle.

Matilda often struggles with the frustration of clawing back the skills she has lost. The frustration of her lack of freedom and not understanding what the world or her body is telling her. She practices and is brave. And then she practices some more.

My ‘practice’ is to find that snowball every single day no matter how crappy it has been. There is always a hand held, the soft sound of her breath, the tenderness from Reuben and Marty as we hold each other tight in the storm. There is going to be no ‘man overboard’ in this family. We are each other’s life raft.

And when I can’t find my ‘snowball’ I have to learn to walk out of the room, kick something soft, breath deep breaths and keep going. Surprisingly a friend having a cry down the phone with me made me feel so much better. At first I just couldn’t understand why. And then it struck me, I didn’t feel alone in that ‘hard time’ moment. The range of colours was exposed and she held on tight with me. A blessing that night.

I wonder at my motivation in writing this. I feel disloyal to my brave Matilda but more than anything I want to be ‘simpatico’ with other families going through the same thing, like the doctor and his wife. After the acute period dies down little is said about how hard this can be and it is such a long, long adventure.

Snowballs and honesty. Really people!  Well thats all Ive got so far…