I’ve been training for a marathon! Okay, not really
training. I’m more just running a marathon. Okay, I lied again. I’ve been
crawling through a marathon, for the last 2 years and 10 months. Tristan was
born 2 years and 10 months ago. And it has been an exhausting 2 years and 10
months. Now don’t let that word confuse you. Yes, it has been tiring. But in
all the ways a parent or friend or uncle or sister to a “normal” child, wouldn’t
think of. It has been GREAT watching milestones happen. Seeing him run in the opposite
direction, laughing hysterically because you are chasing him. Or maybe just
watching him line up his cars over, and over, and OVER again. But it has been
exhausting trying to figure out why Tristan is anything *but* normal.
It all started July 2016. Tristan, now 9 months old, wasn’t
sitting up on his own. I chalked it up to the fact that he had been wearing a
helmet to correct his misshapen head for the last 4 months and it was throwing
off his balance. We were already seeing a physical therapist for the last 6
months, so we decided to continue seeing her in hopes that it would speed up “whatever”
was holding him back. Well it turns out that Tristan wouldn’t learn how to sit
on his own until around 11 months of age. Pulling to stand? 16 to 17 months.
Walking on his own? I’ll get back to you on that.
At this point, sometime mid-2016, I ask to see a
neurologist. As with any specialist, we waited a few months to get in for the
initial consult. September rolls around and we finally meet a new doctor. After
going over Tristan’s (short) history, he orders an MRI to take a look at
Tristan’s brain. 4 hours and 2 minutes into the marathon, and I can see the
finish line from here! Three (excruciatingly slow) weeks go by, we finally arrive
to his MRI day. Not only did they forget about Tristan after putting us in the prep
room (causing him to then go a total of 9 hours without eating or drinking),
they didn’t tell me to wait upstairs instead of in the lobby for him to wake up
from his anesthesia, which meant he woke up from anesthesia without me there.
A few days later, the results came in. They read (in layman’s
terms) NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE HERE. The literal words used were “UNREMARKABLE
BRAIN”.
So here we are. Mile marker 25, THE HOME STRETCH. And it
turns out it’s only mile marker 2.5, not 25. Back to square one we go. After
our follow up appointment a few months later, the neurologist sends in a referral
to a geneticist, and I feel that we are FINALLY going to get some answers.
Because geneticists must have the answers, right? Again, I’ll get back to you
on that.
Our referral was sent out in February 2017. Life got crazy,
and we decided to get pregnant! Meanwhile, Tristan is now taking speech
therapy, on top of physical and occupational therapies. And I have a daughter
in preschool, and now a newborn. Naturally, we decided to put the hunt for a
diagnosis on hold. Okay, it was really so I didn’t have a midlife crisis in my
20’s. (I’ll still get back to you on that)
Two months after Roland was born, I decided that we had had
enough waiting at mile marker 2.5, and we were going to finish running the damn
marathon!
August 2017. I talk with Tristan’s pediatrician (side note:
Dr. Seitter has been a GODSEND. He has been a huge help and has always given many
suggestions on how we can proceed with doing what is best for Tristan) and he sent
in a referral to see a geneticist. A week goes by, and my new-again-mom-brain
finally remembered that we already have a referral in to see a geneticist. What
ever happened to it? Why didn’t anyone call me to schedule months ago?
After a call down to PCH (Phoenix Children’s Hospital), it
turns out that the referral got lost in paperwork. Not to mention, the geneticist
is scheduling 8 months out. Yes, they still have our first referral from
February 2017. And we aren’t going to get in to see her until April 2018.
#whatthedamnhell
After a few (not so happy) phone calls to the scheduling and
office managers, there is nothing that can be done, except to be put on a
cancellation list that is currently 200 patients long.
So, we wait.
“You'll be on your way
up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high
heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the
whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of
the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't. Because,
sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so, but, sadly, it's true. That Bang-ups
and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You will come to a
place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly
they're darked. Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you
lose? How much can you win?
And IF you go in,
should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not
quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid
you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race, down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace.
And grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most
useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just
waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the
mail to come. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting, perhaps, for a Better Break or
a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone
is just waiting.”
Thanksgiving happens. Then Christmas too. Cupid shoots a few
more arrows in February. We did a lot of waiting. All the while hearing people
say, “Oh I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Or, “He’ll grow out of it.” But there is
something curious about being a mom. God granted us moms something special, called
“a mom gut.” I’m not just talking about the (not) wonderful pooch we get after
giving birth that seemingly will never go away. Or the gut we get from drinking
so much Coke and Dr Pepper because tape won’t keep our eyes open enough from
lack of sleep. I’m talking about that feeling that mom’s get when they just
*know* something isn’t right. Week after week, month after month, people (probably)
thought I was crazy because I was the only one who thought this was something
more. And now we finally are going to meet someone who is going to agree with
me!
April rolls around and the appointment lasted 3 hours. All
with Tristan not being able to eat. Not to mention I had Roland with me, so
feeding him and not Tristan? I legit think I went crazy thinking that was a
good idea. The geneticist was very nice, and very knowledgeable. She had a good
plan, and more importantly, she agreed with me! And we were on the fast track
to finding a diagnosis. We had some blood work done to have a Chromosomal
Microarray done, along with a string of other tests that would hopefully pin
something down. Now we wait for the results.
Another visit to Dr Seitter resulted in us getting a
referral to see an audiologist, as well as an endocrinologist and GI. Once
more, more waiting to see a specialist.
6 weeks go by and we are going in to see the Audiologist! I
was most excited for this appointment because Tristan, at this point, was
mostly non-verbal. He knows a few signs, and will say Mom, Mo’ (more), Moo, and
Mo (our dog, or any dog for that matter). The appointment itself was really interesting.
I learned some cool things about the ear and how language and speech go hand in
hand. Three tests were done, and the conclusion was that he has fluid build up
in his ears, and *currently* has hearing loss. She recommended we take some
decongestant for 6 weeks and come back again to test again to see if the fluid
cleared up at all.
It finally feels like we’re moving past mile marked 2.5! We’re
finally getting somewhere!
That same day, we got the results back from Tristan’s
genetic testing. Lo’ and behold, everything came back normal.
Come again?
Everything came back normal. And she requested that we come
back in 6 months to go over our next plan of action.
SIX MONTHS. Welcome to mile marker 2.6.
I was not having this. All of this waiting was building up
some anxious/angry feelings. I was done having doctors kick Tristan’s case down
the road because he’s not dying and it’s not “urgent.” How is Tristan being in
the 2nd percentile for height and not gaining more than 1 pound in
almost 2 years not “urgent?” How is Tristan not being able to walk on his own
at 33 months not “urgent?” How is Tristan not being able to communicate, thus
causing many tantrums that include hitting and biting, not “urgent?” No. I was
not going to wait 6 more months.
Mama Bear came for a visit.
I left a very stern and direct message for the geneticist
and her assistant stating that I was not going to wait. Because waiting was not
going to prove anything. We’ve been waiting 2 and a half years, to see not a
whole lot of improvement. 6 more months was not going to show anything. I
demanded that we get in sooner.
And I was heard. She was able to double book an appointment
and get me in in July, rather than October. More waiting, but less waiting at
the same time.
Fast forward to July, and we meet again with genetics. We talk more genetic testing, and proceed with the next step. Luckily, this appointment was only 2 hours long, and Tristan could eat! We left the appointment with tests to check neuromuscular disorders, and a referral to an excellent neurologist.
It’s finally our time to see an endocrinologist. He was not
concerned about Tristan’s height-weight ratio, because it’s within a normal
range. Take into account that he’s almost 3, that’s where we have a problem. Once
again, more blood work to do more testing. He then wants to see us back in 6
months. Again with the 6 months?! His reasoning, though, made sense. He wants
to see how his growth continues to develop, to see where to go. Because it’s
only been in the last 6ish months that things have started to decline on his
growth curve. If it keeps going the way it’s going, then we have a really bad problem.
6 weeks later, test results are in.
Growth hormone levels: Normal
Celiac: Negative
6 more tests that I do not understand the importance of but
are obviously important: Normal
Square one, we meet again.
Another visit to Audiology, after taking a decongestant,
shows that he still has fluid built up in his ears, and we now need to see an
ENT.
Roland turns 1, we start swim lessons for Eloise, and life
continues on. A much-needed trip to Utah ensued, and we were all emotionally
charged up to keep trudging along.
Remember the neuromuscular tests? You guessed it. Came back normal.
We waited 3 weeks to get into an ENT that Dr Seitter highly
recommended, only to be extremely disappointed in how we were treated. I felt
more like a number than a patient. At no point did he ask if I had any
questions, and rushed through the entire appointment. I was so caught off guard,
that I didn’t stand up for Tristan. I failed him. I failed him as his mom, and
his advocate. I failed to fight for someone who couldn’t fight for himself. The
tests came back inconclusive and he wanted to see us back in 3 months to take
the tests again.
WHAT IS IT WITH DOCTORS AND WANTING TO WAIT ALL THE DAMN
TIME?!
We left, and I felt defeated. A few days go by, and I just
couldn’t take it anymore. We were going to get a second opinion. The wonderful
office staff of Dr Seitter sent in a referral to see a doctor at PCH (the
previous ENT was the first doctor we’ve seen that was not at PCH.) They call me
within an hour of the referral being sent over, and inform me that the first
available appoint was in 3 months, the day AFTER our follow up visit with the
ENT. So much for a second opinion… A few more days go by, and I still am not
sitting well with the fact that Tristan can’t hear, and we have to wait, just
to even see what our options are. It’s not like we are waiting for his hearing
aids to be made, or surgery to be scheduled. We haven’t even gotten that far! I
did some more digging, and found another ENT that was 40 minutes away. He had
wonderful reviews on all the medical reviewing websites, so I felt pretty
confident it would be a good experience.
We show up to the appointment and are taken back almost
immediately. The nurse was so friendly and we didn’t wait long for the doctor
to come in. The first thing he does, before even shaking my hand, was greet Tristan
and give him a high five. It was so heartwarming to have someone treat Tristan
so wonderfully after having a not so pleasant experience previously. He
explained E-VER-Y-THING about every test we did, the different options, and how
this is happening. After completing two tests, he passed one and failed
another. The doctor ordered some more in-depth tests to measure Tristan’s brain
activity when certain frequencies are played.
We’ve made it to mile marker 12!!!
2 days later, we meet with a new neurologist who came very
highly recommended by Tristan’s geneticist. He is specialized in neuromuscular
disorders and, according to the Geneticist, has many patients like Tristan. Dr.
Bernes was an interesting person. He is rather old and doesn’t complete all of
his sentences before starting new sentences. He was so fascinated with Tristan,
though. He was interested in how little muscle mass he has, and how no matter
what angle he whacked Tristan’s knee with the “knee whacker” (it’s a knee
whacker Vern, A KNEE WHACKER!!! (name that movie)) there was no reaction. We
had a nice long conversation about everything and made a new plan. When he
found out that Tristan would be sedated for his ABR (audiology exam), he ordered
an MRI, EMG, and NCV tests. The MRI will be able to show if there are any
differences in Tristan’s brain growth from his last MRI. The EMG and NCV tests
measure how your muscles and nerves work together, if at all. These, hopefully,
will lead us to a diagnosis that will help us prepare better for Tristan’s life
to come. Unfortunately, you guessed it, we’ll be waiting a while to even get
these tests done. It’s not easy to schedule 3 different tests, performed by 3
different people, in 2 different departments. So, we wait.
In the meantime, to help with insurance purposes and getting
Tristan into school, Dr. Bernes diagnosed Tristan with Cerebral Palsy. He said
this isn’t a concrete diagnosis, and it is only temporary (until we find
something better), but it is as close as we can get to some kind of diagnosis.
So, this is where we are. August 24, 2018. Waiting at mile
12.