Sunday, November 22, 2015

Addison's Disease


Today Phil had a check up with his endocrinologist, Dr. Vance. It went well and we gained more information about Addison’s disease and how far gone Phil’s adrenal glands are. At his last appointment they did some lab work and it revealed that Phil has no function left in his adrenal glands. When they did the blood work they initially drew some blood and then gave Phil and injection that was supposed to stimulate the adrenal glands. A normal number for a persons cortisol level is any where between 20 and 60 depending upon the amount of stress that they are in. Phil’s level was a 1.1. After the stimulant the number was still at a 1.1. So basically this means that there is no function. Most likely because of the fall, the trauma and the internal bleeding, those organs shut down during that time very similar to his gall bladder, but we never knew. The other piece of information we gained from the lab work had to do with Phil’s “tan” or darker complexion. Because Phil’s adrenal glands weren’t making and releasing cortisol, the brain triggers the pituitary gland to release adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH) which triggers the adrenal glands to release cortisol. Because Phil’s adrenal glands weren’t doing anything his brain kept trying to compensate for the problem. A normal persons ACTH level is anywhere between 10-50. Phil’s were in the thousands!! Sheeesh! No wonder his skin was so dark.
If these numbers weren’t surprising enough, we fell into a pretty good state of shock as the appointment continued. We had no idea the severity of Phil’s condition and how close to the brink of death he had been living for the past year. Dr. Vance said that even after surviving his accident, “it was only by the grace of God that [Phil is] alive,” meaning that this disease, with how far it has progressed, should have killed Phil. His body was in cardiovascular shutdown—a scary term to hear—it explained Phil’s low blood pressure, terrible circulation and high heart rate.
The heat stroke that Phil suffered from in July was a result of this disease. Phil spent 15 minutes in the sun and he had to be hospitalized and was sick for 5 days after. Now we know it’s a miracle it didn’t kill him. We were shocked by this news. We had no idea how fragile Phil’s life had been. Every symptom that was a result of his disease seemed justified by some other part of the trauma or injuries. The low blood pressure came about after the bone graft, but he lost a lot of blood and we were told it would go back to normal after a few months. All the joint and bone pain, well that seemed totally normal since he had so many injuries and surgeries, but they it was being amplified by this disease. The 40 pounds that Phil lost was a classic sysmptom of Addison’s disease, but we thought it had everything to do with his gall bladder and not eating well. The only real symptom that didn’t seem to tie to anything was his skin color. But that wasn’t really affecting him negatively. As I look back at some of the events I am in awe that Phil didn’t die, I think he was probably pretty close a couple of times. I wonder how he made it through that bone graft without his body failing.
Dr. Vance explained that going forward there wouldn’t be anything that Phil wouldn’t be able to do—this disease would not limit him. But there would be precautions. Basically any illness or accident could jeopardize his health. He would need to purchase a medical bracelet or necklace that identifies him as having Addison’s disease and to let medical personnel know that in emergencies he needs injections of cortisol. Also when he gets sick he will need to double up on his medication and there is a good chance that his sickness will last longer than average. If he needs surgery he will need to tell doctors of his condition and let them know that he needs special treatment, which will most likely end up with a phone call to his endocrinologist because Addison’s disease is so rare, 1 in 100,000.
We are so thankful that this is treatable and so thankful for the good doctors and nurses who have helped Phil. Prior to being diagnosed, towards that end of October and beginning of November I had noticed a decline in Phil. He was feeling more exhausted and starting to feel light-headed again. That wasn’t a good sign because he was already on mediation that had been helping those symptoms. As he met with his regular doctor in Driggs, Dr. Horrocks was inspired to connect some of the dots and to look at an old CT scan. It showed enlarged adrenal glands and was enough to point in the right direction, to an endocrinologist. I called down to their office and of course it was going to be at least two more weeks before they could see Phil. It was so frustrating because I knew he needed to be seen. If I would have known how serious it was then I would have pushed it harder. After that I called every morning to ask if they had cancellations. For three days we had no luck. Then Phil passed out at work, a clear sign that things were progressively getting worse. It scared me and I was ready for opinion to be heard loud and clear when I called the next day. I did not want Phil to end up in the hospital when we could have things figured out. Little did I know that it could have been so much worse. When I called the next day there was a cancellation, no doubt our Heavenly Father was looking out for us. I hope all is well with the person who cancelled. They will probably never know what a blessing that was to us.

Phil’s dad reminded us a few weeks ago of the blessing that Phil received when he was still in the hospital after his accident. The blessing was given by his dad and Elder Runia. Elder Runia said in that blessing that while there would be set backs, Phil would have a full recovery. With those words in that blessing and seeing that things were put into place yet again to preserve Phil’s life, it is clear that Phil has a great mission fulfill. We cannot express adequately the deep gratitude we have for the blessings we are constantly receiving and for the love of our Heavenly Father and Savior. We are humbled by Their love that They share with us. We are grateful for the medical world and how it has blessed our entire family. We are grateful for those wonderful doctors who have given so much to be specialists and who follow inspiration. We are grateful for our family and friends who have sustained and supported us in ways that I didn’t know were possible. It’s good to feel like Phil is finally healing. His body is getting the chance to recover and it’s so great to see the real Phil come back. We are excited to see how much he will be able to progress over the next couple months!!

I've included some pictures of Phil from this year to watch his digression. Looking at these pictures is pretty crazy! He actually doesn't look too bad leaving the hospital in April, but then the decline is obvious. 
April

June

September

November


November, 1 weeks on meds! He looks so much better already!




Lola's 1st Month

         
           Ideally I would have liked to record each individual week of Lola’s life, but with three kids and a few visitors, time on the computer slipped away from me. I’m not too upset about it though because we really are enjoying how our lives have changed. To preface, what a blessing Lola has been I need to write briefly about some of the reservations I had prior to her arrival.
            It is no secret that babies have not been our forte, specialty, strength, whatever you want to call it. With Boyd, being the first we were a little anxious and stressed, then his colic and reflux set in. He wasn’t a good napper (although a champion sleeper during the night) and was just pretty grumpy for the first 18 months of his life. I will admit that I wasn’t comfortable with babies and so it was a tough year and a half. That may have something to do with why we waited a little longer to have another. Then Brewer came along with his heart defect and he proved to be another challenging baby. He also had reflux and was a bad napper. He has crying restrictions which cultivated bad sleeping, this time bad napping and bad sleep during the night. So having two babies that were stressful and a lot of work I was nervous to get another like them.
Add Phil’s condition from the accident and our trying and exhausting year, I was so fearful I would finally break (emotionally and physically) with a baby. The weeks leading up to her arrival were interesting. I went back and forth between feeling ready for her and feeling a lot of anxiety. Anxiety about being able to drive to Idaho Falls in time during labor and anxiety about being able to care for a baby. During this past year I have developed a habit of praying in the shower, usually a place where I would be uninterrupted and where I could cry and in some instances sob, without being heard. Quite a few of those prayers were filled with my concerns about my ability to care for a baby. I didn’t want her to feel like a burden. I was afraid if she was the baby Boyd was, and with out as much help from Phil (who is a rockstar with babies) it would be too much. Those thoughts led me to think that if it was too hard, I wouldn’t want her. More than anything I wanted to want her and guilt set in at times for even thinking these things.
As her due date approached both of our mom’s asked when they could come to help. While we were so grateful for their offers, we just knew we needed some time alone with our knew baby. I knew that it may be more than we could handle, but we felt impressed to have a few weeks of quiet with just our sweet little family.
Bringing Lola home from the hospital wasn’t as scary as I had anticipated it would be. It helped that she was such a sweet good baby, ate well and hardly cried. It also helped that we were so sick of hospitals and my nurse the last day wasn’t my favorite. Phil left his truck at the hospital, we would be back in two days and pick it up, so he could drive Lola and I home.
The next week was heaven. That was probably because we had a little bit of heaven in our home, Lola. She never cried. Just ate and slept and most of all warmed our hearts. I would say she even healed parts of our hearts. Phil and I talked about on multiple occasions what a blessing she was—an intentional blessing. We felt strongly that our Heavenly Father was answering our prayers, sending tender mercies and showing us His love through her. We still do.
At our first appointment with the pediatrician, when Lola was 4 days old, we were dreading having her foot pricked to check her bilirubin levels. Dr. Anderson didn’t even talk about jaundice. I was a little confused and he just said, no she looks perfect, we don’t need to check that. What!? I didn’t even know that was an option. I just assumed because of my boys that we would be checking and then checking again over the course of the first couple weeks. But he nailed it when he said, “She’s perfect.”
The first weekend we had Lola home Phil’s family came up to meet her. It was great to be able to show her off a little. We also had help with meals from the ward and friends and I still have quite a few freezer meals that family brought to us. We even ventured out to eat a couple times at the breakman when we had family in town, once when Lola was only 5 days old! Eeek! I think I was crazy to agree to go.
After a couple weeks my mom came and stayed with us a for a week. She was great help at helping and playing with the boys, they have adjusted so well, cleaning and cooking for us. It was also just really great for me to have someone to chat with during the days. It was an extra bonus that she was here for Halloween and could help with the kids and their various trick or treating activities. While our boys have adjusted really well, we definitely have been dotting over Lola. The pictures of the boys have diminished quite a lot and Lola has taken the spotlight. So much so that we were so busy and crazy with Halloween that we didn’t take one picture of the boys in the costumes. Part of that was because Brewer ended up with a fever on Halloween night, but also because it’s a little crazier trying to find a good time with a newborn in cold weather. Thankfully my mom snapped a couple of them on her phone.
Lola is a special little babe, a beautiful baby. She’s the “one more reason to keep fighting.” She endured all the craziness of this year with us and was our constant bright spot. It’s strange and humbling to look back at the pictures of Phil and relive some of those scary and hard moments knowing that we were growing our reward and prize all along. I feel embarrassed that I would have ever thought I wouldn’t love Lola or want her. When she reads this one day I want her to know that it was never “her” that I was worried about having. It was just the idea of a new baby and how much care they are to take care of, especially my babies. I was afraid that if she were another hard baby, I wouldn’t have the energy to give her the love she would need and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy her.

She’s one of the best things that has happened to our family. She is one of the best things that has happened to me. She is one of my greatest gifts. I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who is mindful and prepares the way for a brighter and better future than we will ever be able to imagine. I hope that as she continues to grow and as I look into her eyes I will always be reminded of our Heavenly Father’s love for me and for our family.

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