I am not certain that bravery is innate. I do believe that resilience is a
learned behavior, but to be truly brave is rare. Almost as rare as the color of Iliana’s eyes. Those of you who have looked in her
eyes understand. Most of you still
don’t know exactly their color.
Just like I am incapable of describing her bravery. Both are Iliana. Both are beautiful. The rest of the world is busy telling
Iliana how pretty and cute she is.
She knows this is true. So,
our dialogue is different. I ask
her, “Show me who is (amazing, smart, strong, fun, creative) brave?” She rams
her double-jointed thumb against her chest.
The days that we were in the hospital were challenging. I am challenged by her strength through
those days. I am thankful for a
conservative doctor who practices medicine compassionately. I am also thankful for his nurse that
showed kindness every step of the way to Iliana and me.
Wednesday morning, we went to the OR at 6:30. We were the first case for Dr.
Cochine. We endured one of the
most clueless prep nurses that I have ever encountered. A short version of her disconnection
from our story was her looking at Iliana and saying, “She looks so normal.” My curt response to her insensitivity
was, “She is better than normal.”
I was thankful when Dr. Cochine came in. Again, he talked us through what the expectation of his time
in the OR. He taught me about the catheters. Imagine the diameter of a drinking
straw being woven through your entire digestive track. I held Iliana tightly and prayed, as
many of you did, for her to have strength beyond measure to endure what she
would have to do. She was taken
back, and I walked alone into the waiting area.
Placing of both catheters should have taken thirty minutes
to an hour. Her placement took
almost three hours. When the
doctor came out, I could tell that her was not pleased with the news. The test had not even started, but
after placing the lower catheter in her colon he reported that it is huge,
floppy, and dilated. As he was explaining,
he said, “there might be a need for..” I cut him off, “a resection” He hesitated
and said, “Ostomys can improve their way of life.” He believed that she would loose her colon.
I sat in the waiting room, as I saw the rotation of doctors
came to meet with parents about he progress of her tubes. I was angry as this particular mom was
crying and being dramatic over her healthy child having tubes. I want to be compassionate in this
moment. However, it was very
possible that my daughter will loose her colon, which has lifetime implications
that eardrops will not fix. I also
sat in anger. I thought again of
the girls’ birth mom, and exactly what her choices have cost our daughter and
our family. I wanted to sterilize
her with a spoon in that moment.
I was able to go up with Iliana to the room. Jeri, Dr. Cochine’s nurse, another GI
nurse, and the charge nurse were all in the room. Iliana was the second case to have her colon studied on this
new machine. The shaft of the catheter
that was in Iliana’s colon held six receptors that measured and documented the
nerve responses. The computer
screen showed immediately all readings; each receptor had its own line. Everyone was there to learn. Including myself. As in all instances of the girls’ health,
I needed to understand what to look for.
So, I continued my audited RN education. No one expected to see any indication of promise in this
study. So, we waited.
Iliana did everything that she was asked to do. Everything. She even tried to eat and tolerate a higher rate. She was brilliant. Her colon after two hours into the test
still did not show any capability of contraction. In cases like hers, they then feed a very high dose of
Docalax through that catheter.
Within twenty minutes, Iliana’s colon had five forced contractions. They were so strong that she acted like
she was going to vomit. It was so
hard to see. They brought a bedpan,
and Iliana evacuated blood. My
eyes stung. As parents we want to
take pain from our children although such a transfer is impossible. I was overwhelmed how excruciating this
moment was for her, but I stood by her, holding her hair and trying to
encourage her that she was being so brave. Her doctor was so encouraged that she was capable of having
ANY contractions. This meant that
we could give the colon a year before making any hard decisions to change her
life by removing it.
(Even as I type this, Iliana is in her bed singing her
song.. “My God is so BIG… so strong and so mighty… there is nothing my God
cannot do.”… Amazing timing, little girl!!)
An hour later, he was able to remove the lower tube. And I could see the relief in her
body. Sparks of Iliana’s
personality surfaced in momentary glimpses. She lay back in bed, as I leaned forward and we locked tired
eyes, I said, “Show me who is brave.”
She weakly put her thumb up against her chest.
Sleeping was hard for both of us that night. Her upper cath was so
uncomfortable. If she moved wrong,
she could feel a pulling in her body.
6:30 came soon, which was probably good. Jeri came to set up the
receptors to the machine. At 7:30,
we had to start the test over, which meant that the test would take
longer. The small intestine
challenge takes longer because “fasting” contractions are an indication of the
health of the upper bowel. And she
had to have two eating “challenges” during this test. So this test was twice as long. In the midst her test, her IV went bad and there were other
hiccups. But it was less dramatic
than the previous day, and they allowed her to pull the tube out of her nose
herself. She did so without
flinching. You tell me; who is
brave?
So, all this to learn Iliana’s body. We had significant learning. Most of it was expected, and
discouraging. Excuse me while I go
scientific on you. (Time to tune
up your inner geek) Iliana has
significant motility issues. The
GI system is a pump like the heart.
All muscles and nerves have to fire off with coordinated motion so that
things move in the right direction for the body to function. If you think of Iliana’s small
intestine a long tube, take one small section of that and think of it this tube
in segments of 1, 2, 3, 4. In your
body and mine, there is a well-coordinated motion as food moves through our
body of a series of contractions in these segments. 1 fires off then 2, then 3, then 4. In Iliana’s body there are inverse contractions. 2 fires before 1, 4 before 3. Her entire digestive track malfunctions
like this. Currently there are no
medications to help regulate her nerves.
Children’s Mercy is appealing to the FDA to use two different drugs for “compassionate
dosage” for three other kids in the midwestern area. Iliana would be the fourth. They first have to get approval for the hospital to use
these medications, and then they present a case for each individual child. We are a few years away from the FDA
hearing why this medication would help Iliana. In the meantime, Iliana will struggle to eat and be
dependent on her feeding tube.
Her colon is sick.
And it will continue to make her sick until she has her next
surgery. Yes. Next surgery. This will happen this upcoming week. The plan is to create a cecostomy in
her colon. This is a button, like
a Mic-key button, that will allow us to flush her colon daily with powerful
medications from the top of her colon down. Then, we wait for a year.
Please pray.
Please. There is a small
chance that this surgery will allow the colon to heal from being badly damaged
over the course of her life. It
will never be fully functional, but we are hoping for enough healing that she
would be able to avoid another very long hard surgery in the future. Please pray that HER surgeon that knows
her body better than anyone else will be able to put her on his schedule. He is leaving in August to accept a
Chief position in Wisconsin. Damn
Wisconsin.
Iliana continues to dance around the house today with her
backpack and tube dangling around her feet. She continues to smile. To sing. To
push my patience. To be who she is
in spite of her body. In spite of
her limitations. She is better
than normal. She is brave.