That's A Wrap

So 2014 is a few hours from being over and I thought I would jot down a few things that 2014 has taught me. I also couldn't let my blog year end without one more blog, or as Maddie would say, " mon more."

So here's a few things I find myself reflecting on today.

1. You can't put a price tag on family. Ok, so I already knew this prior to this year, but the role our entire family has played in our life this year has been huge! From prayers, to encouragement, to countless babysitting - they have picked up our falling pieces several times this year. I am certain this year would have been disastrous without all of them. Our big dysfunctional family has been quite functional!

2. Things change and only you can decide how you deal with those "things". As most of you know, we were blessed to have a year and a half of no seizures with Maddie. That year and a half was absolutely wonderful! Well that changed. And seizures came back. Along with those seizures came heartbreak. Once we knew they were back we had to either decide to sit in the darkness of our pain, or stand up and continue our journey. It's never easy to do, but with prayers and the promise God gives us, it is possible. (Matthew 19:26)

3. Being a SAHM isn't as glamorous as I once believed. I keep telling myself tomorrow my house will be clean. By next week the laundry will be caught up. After Maddie's birthday I will declutter. At nap time I will find that "pin" and workout. One day I will look presentable for more than just the days we have appointments. The list goes on. Well you guessed it... I'm still not there. Truth is this job is hard! My house and body may carry more clutter and junk than ever before, but my heart is full of nothing but love, joy and lots of coffee. Being a SAHM is a blessing that I cherish, even on the days of full blown tantrums. 

4. Dream bigger than big. I am NOT a "real writer". I am sure many of you cringe at my grammar and style, or lack thereof. I simply write down what's going through my heart and mind. Maddie's diagnosis brought this on. So one day I was talking to Chris and told him it was a dream of mine to one day be published, specifically on The Huffington Post. I realized I would need to take some writing classes and it would take years of working towards that goal. I would definitely need to work on my poor excuse of a blog. Wouldn't you know 2 weeks later I was contacted by Huffington Post?? Yes, big big shock! I still often think they got it all wrong! How and why did they pick me? I still don't know. But I am thankful and I hope God will use me to bring hope and encouragement to others. I also pray that somehow the awareness brought to TSC will make a difference. I think sometimes we set our goals lower than we should just so we don't get disappointed. I have definitely learned that setting BIG goals is imperative to our growth. 

Those are just a few... I could go on, but I don't want to bore you :) 

I can't wait for the new year! There are so many things I am looking forward to! I am so excited to see the new TS Alliance of Oklahoma in action. I have high hopes for our group and I'm so thankful to see this come to fruition. I am also very hopeful that Maddie will find seizure freedom in 2015. I am praying that God will continue to give us guidance in her medical care. We will also be moving into our new home pretty soon after the new year. Big things happening in 2015! 

Happy New Year friends! Thanks for following our family in our journey. Cheers and see you in 2015!

Love always,

Heather 

Fighting

My whole life I have been a fighter. Fight for my family, for a good deal, for what I want, for what I need.

Whether that has always been a good thing or not, is a different story. 

I have never been one to step away and just wait to see what happens. I will fight for it. Bottom line.

Here lately I feel like my life has become one big fight. I fight to keep up with laundry, I fight to stay up with school work, I fight the mass of people in the grocery lines, and most recently, I have very aggressively been fighting with Maddie's pharmacy for her medicine.

It's a constant fight to keep up. And it's slowly wearing me down. Mind, body and spirit.

If my so called "fight" was a body part, it would be worn, bruised, scratched and in need of some TLC.

To be very honest, I'm tired. I'm tired of constantly fighting and trying to get people to understand why I'm fighting. I'm tired of fighting to keep my fight alive. 

I know I'm not the only one who is fighting something.

Whether it's fighting the mountain of laundry or a potty-training toddler, or the overwhelming finances, or an incurable sickness. We are all fighting something. Big or small, there is always a fight.

Tonight, let's do ourselves a favor and let someone else fight for us. Someone who has a great track record. Someone who loves us so much that He want's to fight our battles.

What do you say?

Let's be still.

Exodus 14:14
The Lord will Fight for you, you need only be still.

 

EDIT:

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for revealing yourself to me through a keyboard and a computer screen. I pray Lord that you would see the needs of our family and please meet them. I pray that we would see Your hand work in our family like never before. I thank you Lord for your gift of a fighting spirit and ask that you would guide me on how to better use it to serve you. Please open my eyes to show me how my fight can be used to honor you and not only myself. Thank you for unending mercy and grace over my family. In Your name I pray.

 

Amen. 

 

Withdrawals

1. Drug withdrawal is the group of symptoms that occur upon the abrupt discontinuation or decrease in intake of medications or recreational drugs. In order to experience the symptoms of withdrawal, one must have first developed a physical or mental dependence.

   Maddie, my innocent 2 year old, fits into this category. She has developed a physical/mental dependence on the drug that stopped her debilatating seizures. At the beginning of this journey we couldn't wait to get our hands on this miracle drug. I remember feeling like it was Christmas morning while we waited for the FedEx truck to pull into our driveway. That same drug that gave us seizure freedom has now left us with it's very strong side effects. Withdrawals. 

   
   

   When I think of the term withdrawals my mind immediatley goes to drugs, alcohol, or prescription medicine abuse.

   
   

   My mind does not think of a happy, innocent, toddler.

   
   

   Maddie's withdrawals are very scary. She will stop in her tracks, look frightened and her body will start to shake, or tremor. Now that we have seen these for a few weeks I like to describe them like what we would do if we felt an earthquake. She looks scared of the shaking and then tries to grab onto something to stabilize herself. 

   
   

   It's really heart wrenching to watch. I feel helpless and my heart plummets when I see the look on her face. I usually run over to her, hold her, and assure her that she is ok. I whisper to her that it will be over soon.

   
   

   As much as I am trying to console her, I can't help but think the words I speak are just as much for myself. I so badly want someone to hold me, assure me, and tell me it will all be over soon. 

   
   

   I think that is the one of the hardest parts of this disease. There is no definite end. With most things in life there is a beginging and end. When you think the end has come,(weaning meds) the TSC monster comes out and reminds you that this battle is never over. To know that each day, month or year will bring a new challenge is very overwhelming. 

   
   

   When these feelings of despair start to creep in I run to the only thing that comforts me. His word. When nothing else makes sense, His word soothes my soul and reminds me that although TSC has no end, we have heaven to look forward too. No tears, no TSC, just happiness in the arms of our Lord. 

   
   

   My heart longs for a day where we can have a "normal" life with our daughter. I don't want seizures. I don't want withdrawals. I don't want to have fear of what might happen at night when she's sleeping. I don't want these things... 

   
   

   But for now, I will live this life with gratitude, trust in His plan; and ask that God would guide us, deliver us, and allow us the opportunity to glorify Him. 

   
   

   Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. (Psalms 61:1-2 KJV)

   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

Dear (not so dear) Tuberous Sclerosis

Dear (not so dear) Tuberous Sclerosis,

I despise you.

You have brought pain to my family since the day your name was so gravely spoken. Your tag line of incurable ripped through my heart like a million razor blades tearing it to shreds. You have made me doubt myself and my ability to care for my own daughter. Your dooming prognosis made me want to run far away. I still feel ashamed when I think of those fleeting thoughts.

I have never been faced with a problem that I couldn't fix, or at least attempt to fix. You however, are a different creature. I can't fix you or your damaging effects that have taken a home within my daughters innocent body.

As I lay my body on my daughter, attempting to restrain her for an EEG, I feel nothing but hate for you. As each tear falls from her face I carry more and more anger. Within those moment you make me want to give up. I want to throw my hands in the air and wave the white flag, surrendering ourselves to your overpowering existence.

But then my daughter, who has been your prey, shows her amazing strength and cracks a smile. All of a sudden the anger, pain and grief leave the room. You can attack her from all sides and she still has the ability to show her strength. She is stronger than you. Which makes me stronger than you. Her smile returns my strength and makes me once again renewed and ready to tackle whatever you throw our way. 

We will not be defeated by you. We will not give you that power. We will fight for our daughter and the thousands of others who have been attacked by you.

You may be a part of our life, but we refuse to be defined by you.

You are messing with the wrong family. We won't go down without a fight.

Sincerely,

The Lens Family

The Bruise

I have tried to write this blog post several times and each time I have erased what I wrote and walked away from the computer. I'm not sure why I'm having such a hard time updating because nothing bad happened at our appointment; in fact we have made some great progress. I guess my heart is just a little overwhelmed with this new step.

First, I must say that the TS Houston clinic is wonderful. Everyone was so welcoming and kind. I loved Dr. Koenig and Dr. Northrup. They were both so welcoming and you could tell passion was involved in their practice. Joan and Patty were both equally as wonderful! We knew we made the right decision as soon as they walked in.

So now onto the details... We will be weaning Maddie from Sabril starting on Monday. I'm excited and terrified all at the same time. Secondly, we got the prescription for the face cream for her angiofibromas(tumors on her face). We have noticed over the last 6 months the red spots becoming more noticeable so this was a priority at this visit. We are so excited to start this cream and see if it will help them. It breaks my heart to know she is already showing signs of them, but I'm happy that we have a way to hopefully reduce them. And lastly, we are now enrolled in a genetic research that is for TSC patients who have no mutation but do have a clinical diagnosis. This is really exciting! Like I said in a previous post this really won't necessarily help us in our dilemma. But it may lead to new breakthroughs so we are happy to be a part of that.

So why has this been so hard to write out??? I can't exactly answer that because I'm still not exactly sure. The best I can explain it is like this...

I mentioned earlier that we are in the genetic research program which meant we had to have blood drawn. Well today I looked down and saw the bruise left behind from the lab work. As soon as that small bruise caught my eye, my heart dropped as I thought of all that is behind that little bruise on my arm. The bruise is from TSC. Well not exactly, but hopefully I can explain...

When we first got the diagnosis of TS it hurt, it hurt parts of me that I didn't know could feel pain. It left us hurt and bruised. The bruise was apparent, it hurt and was hard not see. But over the last year of no seizures and wonderful progress the bruise, and pain, has slightly faded. Although, we know it's there we haven't had to see a lot of the effects of it. The purple color of the bruise had faded leaving only a small trace of discoloration.

Now all of sudden the bruise is back. We are weaning, we are getting cream for her face, we are making preparations for the possibility of seizures. It's a reminder of the fight we fight. It's the reminder that seizures could be lurking around the corner. The pain comes back when we face the ugliness of this bruise. It's the hard reality of our life being different. Although all parents have fears, ours are also accompanied by the fears that TSC brings. Hearing the words, weaning, behavioral issues, brain surgery, sedation, IEPs brings a large amount of fear and pain. The bruise becomes darker and more painful. My heart physically hurts that Maddie has to go through this, that we have to go through this, that so many others have to go through this. It just doesn't seem fair to be sitting in a room full of doctors telling us all kinds’ of bad things to watch for. They have no clue what's going to happen and neither do we. We just have to sit back, pray and have faith that God will continue to work miracles, ease our pain, and guide us in making these hard decisions.

I know these fears will slowly fade back down to my "normal" level, just like the bruise on my arm will lighten each day. But for now the bruise is dark, the pain hurts, my heart is heavy, and my fears are high. 

We can't predict TSC. We can't predict what it may or may not take from our daughter or family. But what I can predict is God's grace carrying us through this. I am so glad I can count on His mercy and love for our family.

 

Please be in prayer for us as we start this new step. Please specifically pray that Maddie will continue to be seizure free. And please pray the God would give us peace and comfort as we leap out in our faith in Him.

 
Thank you all so much for the prayers as we traveled. We are so thankful and blessed to have you all praying and carrying for us like you do.

"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of is strengths."

-Corrie ten Boom

Playing with Grandma Jane

Burning off some energy

She loved the Disney Store

Was too young for the ice rink, but enjoyed watching the others

Houston TS Clinic

It's funny how much life changes. Before Maddie and TSC, a trip to a Specialty Clinic wouldn't be exciting or something worth counting down the days too. It used to be concerts, football games and netflix binging that got us excited. Now it's really awesome doctors and medical professionals that excite us. Oh how times change :)

Needless to say, we are very hopeful for our trip to the Houston TS Clinic. To be honest I'm not exactly sure what we will come back with, but I know it will be more than we know now.

We will be meeting with a new geneticist that is doing research into patients who show no mutation. It doesn't really mean that it will benefit us directly, but it could make a step forward in the TS community by learning more about these select few.

We will also be speaking to a neurologist that we met at the World Conference. She seemed so wonderful I can't wait to pick her brain(no pun intended) about some things going on with Maddie. It's so hard being a parent because you constantly worry about your child, but throw in a disease and the anxiety is even worse. I'm on constant watch for signs of other TS manifestations. It can be draining. I'll be happy to hopefully put some of those things to rest with this visit.

Pease pray for us as we travel and visit with a new set of doctors. The trip will be a long one, but I'm confident it will be worth it. I can't wait to update you all on all that we learn.

Thanks for all the prayers! This momma is going to need them!!!

Heather

Maddie is checking through our schedule making sure it works with her ;)

The Day The Huffington Post Came Knocking

Have you ever done something in life that felt so unreal that you just knew you were a guest on the show punk'd? Well that's exactly how I felt when I got an email from the Huffington post.

Let's back up a little...

I am NOT a "writer". I didn't go to school for writing and I certainly didn't take notes through my composition classes like I should have done. I am sure that there are some of you who cringe when reading my pieces because of grammar. To be honest, and I'm sure you can tell- when I write I don't stop to look over things. It just all comes tumbling out of my finger tips and I can usually barely keep up with what's flowing through my mind. I never have an agenda in mind or an outline. I simply sit down and spill the beans.

Ok so back to my punk'd story. One weekend my mother, who is a little partial of my writing, told me I should send some of my posts in to different magazines. I thought it over and thought it wouldn't hurt. If for some reason it was seen by someone maybe it could help bring awareness to a disease that most have never heard of... Tuberous Sclerosis. I had nothing to lose.

So later that night I decided to send out my blog through twitter to different magazines. Before shutting down for the night I sent it to the Huffington post. What's very ironic about this is the fact a few weeks prior I had mentioned to Chris that one of my bucket list items would be to one day be published my the HP. I told him that it would take years, if it even ever happened, so if I could do it by age 50ish I'd be thrilled. Being on the Huffington Post in me eyes was a feat that would take some time and for sure some writing classes for my poor grammar... 

So a few days later thinking nothing about my pointless attempt, I checked my account and found an unread email from someone from the Huffington Post Parents. My heart skipped a beat as I clicked on it, and my mind slowly read these words, "We are interested in the piece below. Will you please send us your head shot and bio."

I slowly got off of the couch and started screaming to my parents, trying to relay the email to them. My mom didn't know what to think and my dad sat in his recliner with a big grin that didn't need any words. I knew he was just as excited as I was.  

After dancing around like the crazy woman I am, my head fell quickly from that cloud 9 that I was jumping on...and back to the words of this email.

Ummmm what did she say she needed? A head shot... A bio? Thank goodness they couldn't see through the screen of my iPad. I am quite certain they would have revoked their offer quickly had then seen me sitting in my yoga pants that had crumbs, stains, and who knows what from tiny little toddler hands. My hair was slicked backed in a messy bun, and I'm pretty sure my shirt may have been inside out...not on purpose.

I started to fret. 

What's my bio? Who am I?!?! And a head shot? I don't have a head shot. I frantically went to Facebook to see if I could come up with something that remotely looked like a head shot. Something that looked semi-professional. That's not easy when you are a crazy mom like me who posts millions of photos of your daughter.

I then sat down and started to scribble down my bio. One would think this wouldn't be hard. I mean who knows me better than me? Will this wasn't the case for me. Finally, after talking it over with my mom we went with the basics. I am a wife. I am a mom. I am an advocate for tuberous sclerosis. Of course we added a few things in there to make it a little more glamorous, but it was complete!

I then replied back to her email and waited and waited and waited. The longest two days of my life. I was waiting to get an email back from her stating that once I authorized a payment of 29.99 my post would be published. I was preparing myself for the let down. I really was just waiting for the cameras to roll out and say, "Haha!! We got ya!" Several times at night I thought what if it's a scam and my email is being hacked? 

I went through every reason why I wasn't good or worthy enough to be published by ANYONE.

Then Thursday morning at 10:09 (I'll never forget that email) I was told that it had been published and where to find it. At that point that was the highlight. I couldn't believe that I was a published writer/blogger. It just didn't seem real. I was so happy but had no clue what was about to come from all of it.

As the article gained some interest throughout the day I had people reaching out saying that I took the words right out of their mouths and that they felt like I was writing this for them. I had some telling me how they were just starting this journey and the article gave them hope. I had friends and family sharing the article and were celebrating with me. 

Within those moments I realized that I was not alone in these feelings. God had taken a letter that I had written to myself and had used it to reach others who were hurting or had hurt like this before. He also had given me a huge platform to bring awareness to tuberous sclerosis. That in itself was amazing! But it didn't end there. He gave me a way to relay that there is hope within our situations. We may not see them in the midst of our trials. But there is always a sliver of hope to grab onto. 

I am thankful that through the past year, we have been surrounded by many of you who have prayed and reminded me of the Hope we have in God. We have had so many pray for us and have given us shoulders to cry on, but then would quickly remind us of the mighty God we serve. I am so glad that He allowed my scrambled writings to reach others.

It has been such a blessing to hear other families stories of hope and strength. I feel very humbled to have had this opportunity. People like me don't just land on the front page of The HuffPost-Parents.

I absolutely give all the Glory to God! 

If you haven't had a chance to read it, please go check it out here.


Thank you all so much for all the sweet words and for joining me in celebrating! Also, if it weren't for you all sharing the articles with friends and family, it wouldn't have gained so much interest. Thanks from the bottom of my heart!

Love always,
Heather

The day we were told not to have children

When growing up I had decided that marriage and kids was not my thing. Who in their right mind would want to be tied down and risk giving their hearts to people who could eventually drop them like a bad habit? At the ripe age of 18, the whole thing was too much for my mind to understand. I had made up my mind that those two things would NOT be a part of my future life. 

Well as we know, the thoughts of a young lady tend to change as you expose yourself to what love can be. In my case, I stumbled upon a man who made me laugh, and became my friend and my partner in crime, before he ever became the love of my life. We grew to love one another and my idea of life started to quickly change. All of a sudden I found myself dreaming up our happily ever after. I dreamed up our perfect wedding, our perfect house and of course our perfect children.

Before I knew it one of those things were falling into place. We married on a beautiful golf course with our loved ones all gathered around us. After being married for a few months we decided to move our family back to my home state. Not long after making the move we found out we were expecting our first child. Those thoughts of no marriage and children were now nothing but a silly thought that had been disproven by the love I had found.

The girl who thought she didn't want any children, brought life into this world on October 19th of 2012. She was perfect. Beautiful blonde hair, perfect blue eyes and fit wonderfully in my arms. She was a dream come true. 

We slowly but surely caught on to all the things parenthood brings, dirty diapers, sleepless nights and endless amounts of signing, you are my sunshine.

By the time our daughter turned three months old, my husband and I were already thinking about our second child. We had decided we would start trying a few months before our daughters first birthday. Some called us crazy, and in all reality we were crazy, but we were also crazy in love with being parents. 

The absolute unthinkable happened 5 months into our lives with our daughter. She was diagnosed with a seizure disorder called Infantile Spasms. They later found tumors on her brain and heart, which led to them diagnosing her with a genetic disease called Tuberous Sclerosis. This genetic disease also had a tag line of incurable

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Our hearts grieved for our daughter and for the life we had imagined for her. We weren't given much of a bright future for her and our hearts began to break as we heard the things that could accompany this disease. 

We were encouraged to have genetic testing to find out if my husband or I had this same disease. The disease is so broad that we could have it and still show no signs. Because of the possibility of passing this on to our future children we had to put our dreams of having another baby on hold.

After waiting a year for the test results we were given the news. They could not find the genetic mutation. She was in the small percentage of having a clinical diagnosis but no genetic results to go along. The doctor was talking, but my mind could not focus on what he was saying. Once the gibberish slowed down my ears finally focused on him, and just as they did the most hurtful words spilled out of his mouth...

He slowly said, "It would be irresponsible for you and your husband to have any more children."

Life stopped within that moment.

Irresponsible. What did he mean? He didn't say that we were physically unable to have kids. He said that if we chose to, we would be irresponsible. 

It felt as if it was a bad joke. 

Girl who swears to never have kids, finally decides she wants kids, and then is told not to have them.

I felt the joy of motherhood being sucked out of my every being. Not only had this disease taken things away from my daughter, but now it was also stealing the big happy family I had dreamed off. All of a sudden life seemed dark. I questioned why this could happen to our family. Although my whole life hadn't been spent on dreaming up my family, I did want to be a mother, and I did want to have children. I wanted my daughter to have siblings. I wanted to see my children grow up together, and now this doctor was telling me it wasn't the right choice.

It did feel like the world was over. In less than two years, we had moved across states, had a beautiful baby, been given a horrible diagnosis, and then told we shouldn't have any more children.

Looking at it from this perspective, it felt as if life had given us the short end of the stick. I was mad. I was sad. I was terrified of never being happy again. 

And then, after agonizing over something that could not be changed, I chose to take off the dark, gloomy glasses that I had been wearing since the news. I studied the faces of my husband and daughter. They were beautiful, they showed strength and determination, and overall, their faces made my soul fill with joy.

This life that I had been given wasn't the dark picture that my mind was trying to paint. Yes, we weren't prepared for the heartache of having our daughter diagnosed with an awful disease, and yes, we hadn't planned on having to make a decision to not grow our family. But if you take those things away God had given us a beautiful life. 

We had seen our loving family grow closer together because of the disease. My husband and I had found a love for each other that was deeper than anything I could ever describe. And our daughter had taught us strength, love and true happiness.

How could I be mad at this life?

It wasn't what I expected, but look at what I thought I wanted in the beginning? It occurred to me that having one child is a miracle in itself. And that alone should be cherished. 

My life isn't picture perfect and to some it may seem a sad or difficult one. But for me it is a happily ever after. I was meant to be the mother of this child and I was meant to have her and my husband by my side. 

I am so thankful the dreams of my 18 year old self weren't granted, and instead I was granted this life. A life full of laughter, love, and sloppy kisses from my toddler.

A letter to myself 2 years ago...

To myself pre-baby and pre-TSC mom-

You have no clue what life has in store for you. Your mind now only can think of marriage, career, houses, and where you will be going to dinner tonight. You think you love your husband right now, but you don't have a clue. When your daughter is placed in his arms for the first time, not until then, will you know what true love is. Your love for him will be indescribable in that moment. It will intensify as you see him give his everything to you and your perfect, tiny, little baby.

 After the new baby fog wears off, you will feel like you aren't doing a good job. Your heart will drop when she chokes while nursing. You will think you are doing it all wrong. You will cry the first time she has shots. You will feel like an inadequate mother when you feel like sleeping instead of rushing to her side when she wakes up every 30 minutes. You are good mother and you're a tired mother as well. It's ok to be both. You will be thrown a curveball after 5 months of learning your new life as mother. Just as you think your getting the hang of things, your life will take an unexpected turn. You will think life as you know it is ending...but this is not true. Hold on, you will make it, life is not over, your life is actually just beginning. A medical term will be thrown at you while doctors look at you with blank faces. The room will start to spin and your heart will feel as if it's being ripped out of your chest. Your first instinct will be to grab your daughter off that hospital bed and run far away. But you won't, you are much stronger than that. At the time you will not feel strong, but you are. Again, just hold on. Hold on tightly to your husband, your daughter and your faith. Those things will carry you through your new journey.

This journey will not end, it will forever be a part of your new life. I know this isn't the life you had wished for, but there will be things that come out of this journey that you could have never dreamed of. You will find a different, more powerful, more loving woman deep down inside. You will find a woman who has more determination than ever imaginable. You will learn big medical words and be able to throw them around like you have been in medical school. You will be able to administer meds to a fussy baby who is determined to spit them out everywhere. You will find the wisdom to make very hard decisions concerning the health of your child. You will open your heart to a new set of family members. You will not be related to them by blood, but you will be related to them through the joys, heartaches, fears and accomplishments that this disease brings. 

I know all of this may seem like too much, or like an awful nightmare. But I promise you. You can do this! You will learn so much about yourself through this journey. You will forever be growing into a woman of strength. Just hold on. Hold on tightly and don't give up when times get rough. Dig deep and harness the energy of the love you have for your child and husband. That will carry you through on the days of despair. 

Hold on. Don't give up. Lean on your faith. Love like you never thought possible.

You've got this. This does not have you.

World TSC Conference 2014

So as most of you all know, we just got back from The World TSC Conference, in Washington DC. Back when the conference was first announced I knew I had to be there. What I didn’t know is how we could ever afford it. With me staying home with Maddie and Chris working at the fire department, I just didn’t think it would be a reality. Well that all changed when I shared the conference info on my Facebook saying how awesome it would be to go. Minutes after sharing it, I had a friend offer to do a fundraiser for us. I was shocked at her generous offer! She said she would get all the info and we could pass it around to our surrounding communities and see what we could raise. Once I added up the airfare, hotel, and conference fees, I realized that raising $2000 probably wouldn’t happen, but maybe we could find a way to come up with whatever wasn’t brought in by the fundraiser. So in January the fundraiser began, and guess how much our community raised?  You guessed it… A little over $2,000! We had some people donate straight to our trip and others who bought things through the fundraiser.  We were in awe of the generosity of those around us. We were thrilled and couldn’t wait to make the big trip! In February I booked our flight and hotel and waited to see if we would get awarded a scholarship from the Alliance. Well, once again our prayers were heard and we found out in March that we had a scholarship for one of our conference fees ($295). After that, all we had to do was patiently wait for July to come around….

So on July 2^nd we boarded our plane in route to Washington DC. I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to meet the moms that I had been in connection with since Maddie’s diagnosis. I was nervous and excited to attend the sessions, not really knowing what I was going to learn. Would I understand the topics, would the sessions be helpful? I was full of good anxiety. (Not really sure if there is such a thing..?!) Lastly, I was VERY excited to meet the TS Alliance staff. These people meant the world to my family, even though I had never met them.

To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect from all of the other attendees. My first thought was that it might be a somber setting. I mean all of these families, including ourselves; have dealt with the heartache that comes with this complex disease.  Would we all be depressed that our lives had brought us to this place in life? A place where an awful disease takes over the organs of our child, spouse, parents and so on… Would there be sad tears, would there be a hopelessness flooding the rooms of these sessions? I honestly didn’t know what to be ready for.

As we walked into our first session on Thursday evening, I quickly realized that this group of people was anything but, hopeless. We were a group that was eager to learn, a group that was willing to lend a shoulder to cry on, we were a group that would give everything but up. We were all fighting for our family members. We were there to arm ourselves with all the knowledge and connections that would help empower us to better care for our loved ones. These rooms were filled with smiles and eagerness to learn. These rooms were filled with strength and determination.  Although most of us had never met, it felt like we were attending a large family reunion.

Not only were my fellow TSC family members amazing, the medical attendees were wonderful as well. The medical professionals were in this fight with us. They all had a passion for TSC that was very obvious by the way they spoke about new research and technology. I had one lovely doctor hug me on a day that I had become overwhelmed with emotions. She gently pulled me in and embraced me.She reassured me that everything was going to be ok, and that there were people like her, fighting to give my daughter a better future.

It was so overwhelming to be able to be in a place full of people who understood. I didn't have to try and explain my fears because they knew those same fears all too well. I didn't have to hide my emotions because most of them felt the same way we did.

After being in the conference all weekend, I couldn't put into words how thankful I was for the Alliance and staff members. They cared about all of us enough to spend countless hours to make sure we were surrounded by the best doctors and speakers. The made sure the hotel accommodations were fabulous. They made sure every tiny detail was perfect so that our weekend was a fun, productive and comfortable one.

I feel so incredibly blessed that our community did so much to get us to the conference. We learned  an incredible amount of very valuable information.  We now have Maddie into one of the best clinics and I can promise you, had we not gone to the conference we would have never known to move Maddie to a clinic that has research going on specific to Maddie’s genetics. She will now be getting some of the best care around.

We can’t thank the Alliance and other families enough for an incredible weekend. It is a weekend that I will never forget! I am already excited for the next conference, whenever that may be. Until then, we will keep running the race that has been set before us.

Love always,

Heather

Family pictures

So this week we were in front of the camera lens of Miss Staci with Laurelu of Heart Photography. Last year after Madilyn was diagnosed with TSC, Staci contacted me asking if she could do our pictures for us as a gift. It was absolutely wonderful timing! I had been watching her post beautiful pictures for several months and had planned on making an appointment with her at some point. Well she beat me to the punch and offered our family a session. I was so thankful and excited! At that time we had no clue what the next few days, months or years would look like for Maddie, so the photos were very important to me. We were prepared for the disease to take many things away from her quality of life. So I really wanted to capture her in this time of her life, because we didn't know what things would look like later. We met at my parents farm and she started her thing, snapping, and telling us just to love each other and play. She didn't want any shots that looked posed. This was the first time ever that Chris didn't complain about pictures! She was patient and her love for the "job" radiated off of her. You could tell she was a happy soul!

We left that night and I was so excited and relieved that we were able to catch that evening in photos. The photos were still images, but I could relive the memories of that night for as long as I wanted too, because we had evidence of that happy night. 

Later that night we were given a sneak peek of some of the photos. And the tears flowed. I was overwhelmed with what my eyes were seeing in these photos. I didn't see TSC, I didn't see fear, and I didn't see sadness. What I did see was a family that loved. I saw a happy baby. I saw a mom and dad that looked fearless. I saw that this was only the beginning and not the end. Who knew how therapeutic these photos could be?! 

We knew then that Staci would forever be our family photographer. We hadn't only fallen in love with her work, but we also made a friend in her. She had given us something that truly was priceless.

So a year had passed and it was time to start thinking of more photos. It was time to update photos of our growing girl. This years emotions and struggles are far different than last years. Our family has been fighting TSC for a year and our little warrior has been defeating it on a daily basis. We have had many victories as a family and have been truly blessed this past year. 

But like I said there are still emotions tied to these new photos as well. About 3 weeks ago we got news from Maddie's geneticist that they were not able to find a mutation on TS1 or TS2 gene. This doesn't change the fact that she has been clinically diagnosed with TSC. We do know she has it but there is a certain percentage of people that are unable to pinpoint what gene was affected. They are now looking for a deletion or duplication within the sequencing. There is only a %7 chance that they will find anything this way. We were not prepared to hear this. I had hoped that we would get her tests back and then we could be tested . In my head I had planned that they would say it was spontaneous mutation and we could go on with life and add to our family. My heart was broken when I heard that this may not be the way it works out. I have wanted so badly to have more children and to add to our family. The news brought me to my knees. My heart really did hurt. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt as if my heart was really breaking. 

A couple of days after the news we talked with Staci and were able to set up a session with her for new pictures. It was nice to have something to look forward to when everything in my world felt down. It seemed like a good time to document another step in our lives.

So like last time, we met up and she snapped away. We visited throughout the session and soaked up the beautiful surroundings and sunset. 

And again the photos have left me breathless. All emotions coming out.

My revelation in these photos were that our family is perfect the way it is. Whether it's the 3 of us or more. Gods plan is perfect. It may not seem perfect right now, but he has shown us time and time again that His has us under His protection. I look at these pictures and see that my heart is complete. I have the love of my life and my little girl, who is a precious gift from God. I don't need anything else to make my life better or more joyful. I have everything I need right here. Right here in this mess of a trial I am happy. God has allowed me this wonderful family. And I will choose to be happy and thankful for what He has given me. We will wait and see what God has in store for us, but for now I plan on loving the amazing gifts that God has so graciously given me.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give it to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

John 14:27

A big thanks to Staci for capturing such meaningful moments in our lives. To check out her amazing work click here.