As parents who love our kids it is our job to ensure that they have the best possible care. We give them the medications, we take them to every appointment, we hold their hand for every blood draw, we sign consent for every surgery, we shed tears with them when it hurts, we hug them when they are scared, we seek therapy for them when they need added help. In every way we seek to make their lives as great as possible, we strive to give them as normal a childhood as possible; sometimes we succeed and sometimes as hard as we try to we have to admit defeat.
I am generally a fairly hopeful person, it wasn’t until Joshua’s third surgery that it really struck me. There is no cure for what ails my son. It doesn’t matter what I do, I will never be able to fix his heart. It was a bitter pill to swallow, one that still has a bitter after taste years later. As I wrestled with the idea of Josh always having a heart defect I also began to research what his future will look like. I wanted to be as educated as possible, what I learned was disturbing but not hopeless.
In the 1950’s and 60’s a child born with a congenital heart defect had a twenty percent chance of surviving to adulthood. Fortunately, today, ninety to ninety-five percent of children born with a CHD survive. The growing number of survivors is leaving us with a beautiful yet unique problem. Where we have never before needed an adult care system, we now have a desperate and constantly growing need for specialized cardiologists in the field of Congenital Heart Defects.
When Joshua turns 18 he will leave the safety of his paediatric hospital and enter an unknown adult world of medicine that is not ready for him. He will leave Sick Kids and be met with new doctors who may not be specialists in the world of congenital heart defects. As a parent I have learned a great deal about the medical system from pre-natal, through to pediatrics and now realize what the adult care system is currently facing in terms of larger numbers of survivors, a lack of specialized doctors and health care providers.
But what would happen if there were a place where adult CHD patients could all be treated with equal care, equal value–just one all encompassing system such as they already receive as kids? What would happen if we had a place for all CHD patients—baby, child or adult? What would happen if we went to one place for prenatal care, paediatric care and then adult care? What if Josh, who has always been followed by one specialized cardiologist, whose surgeries were always done by the same surgeon, was followed throughout his life by the same institute, the same care providers?
I see all the problems that face Josh and survivors like him, I see the lack of specialists in this field, I see the lack of education for the patients leaving paediatrics, I see the cracks in the system that are just waiting for kids like Joshua to fall through and I see a deep need for change. As parents it is our job to take care of our kids, to help them in any way that we can; I cannot cure my son, I can’t fix his broken heart, but I can do everything in my power to see that his future is as secure as possible. I can make sure I tell everyone who will listen about this silent killer who stalks our kids. I can do whatever is necessary to see a place like this dream institute can become a reality.
This is not so farfetched a dream. It only needs an action plan. It needs people like you, people with a voice, people who care about the future of our children, people with the power and will to make things happen, to ensure change.
Laurie is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids. To read more about her an her son Josh click here
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