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Lets Talk

Organ donation is often a hard conversation to have. An open discussion is difficult since the topic is about death but remind yourself it is also about life. When the unthinkable happens we do not have time to think about donating organs since we are dealing with grief and a variety of emotions. We all need to open the discussion and I hope I can show you why.

Did you know that organ donation can save 8 lives and further saves up to 80 lives now with tissues, valves and other vital organs in the human body. I have seen and continue to see people and children whose lives have been saved by this wonderful gift. I currently personally know ten children in our province who have had transplants and are doing amazing things with their lives. My daughter had also been a recipient of donor tissues and she continues to thrive. We are very thankful that she is no longer in immediate need of a donor heart but we however know that this will be necessary in the future.

Each year thousands of Ontarians get a second chance to live life to its fullest, thanks to the kindness of people who have given the ultimate gift but sadly everyday on average 18 people die waiting for that second chance. Some people still believe that you can be too old to donate but this is not the case. There is no age-related reason not to donate. We as compassionate human beings can plan to give a gift of life and we can start by opening a discussion with our family and friends. This is also very important since in Ontario even if you have registered at beadonor.ca your family can decide not to donate your organs. Canada continues to have one of the lowest donation rates so let’s change this! Let’s talk so we all know and then we can respect each others wishes. I am now going to include one of my favourite stories written by the late Robert Noel Test.   Read this to your loved ones to open up this discussion – it is so very important – Let’s Talk and remember loss can equal hope.

To Remember Me  
Robert Noel Test (1926-1994)

To Remember Me

At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my “deathbed.” Call it my “bed of life,” and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who has been pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

Jean 

Jean is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids, for more information about her or to read her daughter’s story click here 

 

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Winter Struggles

With the winter coming faster in some areas then others, I thought this was the perfect time to talk about the struggles some heart kids face in the winter months.

Branden from the age 5 and up seemed to always struggle to keep warm in the winter. You would often see his hands/face red or blue and his toes too. It didn’t matter if I spent the $100 or $400 on the best or warmest jacket the companies declared, he just never could keep warm. I know $100 doesn’t seem like a lot today, but it was 15/16 years ago. But it got to the point where he wasn’t allowed out at recess during school day and long fun trips to the local hill turned to short trips for tobogganing.

When Branden was a baby and living in North Bay and relying on the bus system and walking to and from daycare Branden was fine in a good winter jacket and snow pants, bundled up with a blanket. It wasn’t until we moved south and he started to go to school did I see the big change. In February 2004, Branden started turning red fast and sometimes blue. No longer did the warmest jacket work. He couldn’t control his body temp. His arms turned to what I call “marble cheese”. I went with my gut and called sick kids. Off he went for a unscheduled echo. They discovered one of his two leaflets clasped. For the next 10 years it was a up and down battle to keep him warm.

Branden started off by staying in at recess on really cold days. (School should accommodate your child’s special needs). For the first few years he was sent to the office with actives that I provided. He was allowed to bring a friend to play the games. For the most part it seemed to always be a girl, I guess they had a soft spot for him. This worked for a bit but the battle to keep him warm continued.

It seems the unscheduled echos in Feb/March became almost like tradition. For 10 years every Feb/March I would called his Cardio Doctor and say Branden isn’t looking right. Most of the time he was fine- twice he wasn’t. BUT nothing would keep him warm during those cold winter months. I spent hundreds of dollars on new snowsuits the best of the year the warmest jacket ever. I would buy thermal underwear and shirts, the thickest socks. Nothing kept him warm. It was crazy. So no longer was he able to go out on the nicer winter days at recess. He started joining some clubs the schools ran and some, like Lego club was a big hit for him. Branden’s only time spent outside was walking to and from school. It got to the point where I felt like the weather police and kept him hostage in the house. Which was sad as he had younger siblings who had no issues playing outside. (I would let him out for a 20 mins at a time, but I guess this was the year Branden realized he wasn’t a regular child). But all through school from Jk-grade 8 Branden wasn’t going out during the cold days he lost and never had the chance to learn social aspects of play outdoors with other kids..

So how do we keep our heart babies, toddlers, children, teens and almost adults warm?

It gets harder to do, with the new suggestion from private organizations that have done some research on this on what is safe and unsafe in regards to car seats.

If you can’t put snow suits in the harness car seats, you can’t use those nice warm JJ coles bags any longer to bundle up your baby it gets harder to keep those little ones warm. I know with baby number 5 all these suggest came into place, we have seen them pop up on our local news feeds on facebook, in the papers and maybe even on yahoo. I worried about how to keep this youngest one warm and she isn’t even a heart baby. I researched a lot to find an infant car seat that sold a warm bag, that you were allowed to keep in the seat. I bought the plastic cover to go overtop the car seat ( best invention ever) and put a warm blanket on top of the seat while going from house to car. I also bought a fleece suit; it was thin and safe to go in the seat. She was warm all winter.
It gets harder when they are out of the infant seat. If you can’t put kids in seats with snow suits how do you keep them warm. There are a few suggested jackets that would be safe according to all of the research I have done. Primaloft is one I have found in my research if you lucky and get a code you can sometimes get it for 50% off at Gap. These are some of the struggles a mom’s of of little ones face, But would that car seat approved jacket, keep a heart toddler warm outside building a snowman? ( we all know we are building Oalf’s this year). I wish there was a magical answer to this question. I wish the Doctors would give us a manual of what to buy them to keep the safe and warm.

But I guess there isn’t. Each heart child is different, some can handle the weather changes and others like Branden can’t. I think it depends on which stage they are in during their heart journeys. I can say what worked for my heart child in the last 16. It really is trial and error and learning from experience. I wish heart parents would share more often what has worked for their kids so parents wouldn’t have to struggle so much.

Things that have worked for Branden:

I have bought many brands over the years nothing kept him warm or if it did it was for a short time frame. I started researching jackets and brands of what people used when climbing snowy mountains or people who camped in the winter. I checked out MEC which is a supply store I heard many people talking about. I talked to people who work outdoors all day long in all weather conditions. Through out my research one of the Jackets I have found was the down filled North Face jacket. I went to a store near by that sold them. I got one 50% off. I tend to buy in Jan/Feb where they are trying to get rid of winter stock. I gave it a try, when Branden started fooling around on the coldest days instead of doing his papers I knew for once I found a jacket that kept him warm. I can’t even say Branden was in great health as we knew our days were number to the next surgery. But he was out for a few hours and wasn’t cold. I felt like I found gold. He needed a good warm jacket and snow pants, good Sorel boots, thick socks, layer clothing and a hat. Finally at 14 he was able to join the cold winter weather.

These suggestion might not work for your child but they might also. Lets start talking more about what we do to keep our kids warm and safe this cold winter.

Here is a blog of other suggestion
http://carseatblog.com/24645/baby-its-cold-outside-winter-coat-suggestions-for-kids-in-carseats/

http://www.thestar.com/life/2013/01/21/for_children_in_car_seats_snowsuits_bunting_can_pose_a_safety_risk.html )

Shannon

Shannon is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids. To read more about her and her son Branden click here

What’s Next?

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

Laurie is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids. To read more about her an her son Josh click here 

Be sure to check back next week for a post from Crystal

Marathon Friends

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Friends and family are a lifeline and pillars of support when faced with seemingly insurmountable obstacles. I have always said (as have many others) that weddings and funerals bring out the best and the worst in people. This adage also applies to having a sick child. My family and I have been very lucky to have a large circle of support to help get through our struggles with Owen’s heart. I don’t just mean the big things either, like child care for my older children or preparing meals on a daily basis, even the smallest of acts of kindness can make the biggest of differences. An extra large coffee in the surgical waiting room can do wonders. The support does not end out of the hospital. For babies born with congenital heart defects, their battle is life long. There is no cure. Their journey, their life is the ultimate marathon. We have some truly amazing people in our lives that have been there for the long haul.

But then….there are those extraordinary people who turn up and write a children’s book about your child to raise funds to help your cause. And that is exactly what happened to my family.

I met  in grade 7 (only a few short years ago). We remained friends all through junior high and high school. In fact, she was the one who introduced me to my husband (again, only a few short years ago). As with most of my school friends, we lost touch in university being separated by cities and provinces. But then along came the Facebook era and we were reunited.

And then Owen was born. My life became a whirlwind and still is. So, Emis asked if she could write a book about Owen. Honestly, I never really thought about it much. I was like, “Sure”. Fast-forward a few years and the “The Mighty O” is officially launching.

To say that I am grateful would be an insult. There are no words to describe my feelings of gratitude and awe. The amount of time and energy put into this project is astounding. I have literally contributed only by giving birth to a very sick little boy. She has taken this project from just an idea to publication. Emis, and project “The Mighty O”, have partnered with Cardiac Kids to bring her little book idea to fruition and ready for sale.

I am ecstatic to announce that, as of October 24th, 2014, “The Mighty O” will be available to be purchased. All proceeds from the sale of this book will be going to SickKids Foundation and Make-A-Wish Canada in honour of Owen’s battle.

For more information you can “like” us on Facebook or to order a copy, contact: emisakbari@gmail.com

On-line sales will be up and running soon and I will do my best to plaster that site everywhere!

Laura 

Laura is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids, to learn more about her and read Owen’s story click here 

354 Days

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When I first joined as a part of this blog, I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to conjure up posts. Obviously, my last one was spur of the moment – I emailed it to Meghan and asked her to replace my original post, which was meant to be as an introduction of Elentiya’s journey with CHD. I never dreamed that I would have had to write a post about another Warrior earning his wings.

A month after Strati passed away, Elentiya was admitted to 4D for the fourth time in her short life; it was the hardest admission we had have to deal with. A month after we stood by our friends as their little boy fought heart failure, we were suddenly in a similar situation. Elentiya was diagnosed with Acute Heart Failure, and the fear was real. We had seen Strati fight so hard with his own heart failing, and the fight to have him listed for a transplant, and here we were, no longer being followed by the Single V team, but being switched to the Heart Function team.

Acute Heart Failure. I had a family member say to me, shortly after we announced the diagnosis, “it’s not as bad as it sounds, is it?” and I honestly didn’t know how to reply. What part of those three words doesn’t sound bad? And what, of the things that come with it, isn’t as bad as “Heart Failure” sounds? Things were supposed to get easier after Elentiya’s Glenn; at least, that’s what we were told. That was how things normally went. But, as my parents put it, Elentiya is like her mother: she doesn’t do anything the easy way, and when something happens it can never be a small occurrence – it has to be the whole shebang.

I have had days, especially recently, where I want to throw in the towel. My life is so far from normal; so far from what I thought it would be at almost 23 years old. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mother, and I seem to have found my passion through the CHD community, but this road isn’t an easy one by any means. In fact, some days just seem so hard that I wonder what I did, or who I upset, to be dealt this hand. What did I do to have my only child be born with such a vital part of her body fight against her? Why did I bring Elentiya into this world, when all she seems to do is suffer? Those are the days I feel sorry for myself; the days when I see other people doing normal people things – going out, getting an education , working… Things that I don’t get the luxury of doing anymore.

On August 15, 2014, Elentiya was listed with the Trillium Gift of Life Network for a heart transplant.

My biggest fear, from day one, was that my beautiful little girl was going to need a new heart. We all know how having a CHD is so limiting and terrifying, but the concept of giving her a new heart… That goes above and beyond the simplicity, if you will, of HLHS.

On August 15, 2014, all of my biggest fears in relation to my daughter and CHD became real. I should have been relieved that she was successfully listed for transplant – a new heart would mean no Fontan. It would mean being able to take trips to places like Disneyworld. It would mean being able to be “normal”: I could put Elentiya in daycare and follow my dream of becoming a Cardiac Nurse (that shouldn’t surprise anyone, by the way; I am, in a sense, a pseudo-nurse as is.) What is the normal way that someone should react when their biggest fears are right there in their face? I cried. I was angry. I was sad. Most of all, I was terrified. We had been given a 1 in 4 chance that Elentiya won’t make the 9month-1 year+ wait for a new heart. And that’s with her being on the milrinone to keep her heart as healthy as can be. How could I – how could anyone – not be scared with those odds? “A 75% chance of surviving is a better way to look at it,” is what I’ve been told, and I absolutely agree. But people need to understand – Elentiya is 1 in 100. Elentiya having HLHS was a 1% chance. One percent. Tell me how one can focus on the bigger, more positive number, when the smallest and worst number is the number their child was given?

But enough feeling sorry for myself. It is what it is, which seems to have become my motto. Elentiya needs a new heart – a new life, even – and all we can do is wait for it.

In the meantime, she is being “optimized” by her entire team. Her OT is working with her every day, and she is meeting milestones above and beyond what we expect of her. She’s been put on 1.1 kCal for her feeds, and because she is doing amazingly with “real” foods now, she is being cycled over 18 hours, which means she has 6 hours in a day where she doesn’t need to be “plugged in” to her g-tube.

On those days where I find myself struggling to smile, or more often, struggling not to cry, I look at my daughter and realize how amazing she is. She has fought every single day of her life, and she will continue fighting, even after she receives a new heart. She is my biggest inspiration. She is my Hero.

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I wrote that blog just over a month and a half ago, and a lot has changed since.

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, Jon and I welcomed a little Blessing in the form of a 6lb 1oz baby girl, with big blue eyes and a head of blonde hair. In many ways, Elentiya was perfect.

Eleven days ago, on September 19, Jon and I said good-bye to that same little Blessing.

From the very beginning we had said that this battle was Elentiya’s to fight, and we would fight alongside her until she couldn’t anymore. We said we would know when she couldn’t do it anymore. We knew.

I don’t think it’s important for me to go into detail about what happened during her last few days. Those last few days didn’t define our daughter. The way she was, full of character and amazement… Elentiya defined herself.

She went peacefully, just so everyone’s mind is at ease. We all did everything that we could, her little heart just couldn’t handle it anymore. I held her, and she held her daddy’s hand, right up until she took her last breaths.

I think it’s a normal reaction to question things as time goes on. If she had been listed when we wanted her to be, would it have been different? If we hadn’t pushed her to be on cpap, would it have been different? Why couldn’t she have waited for her first birthday?

The truth is, nothing could have changed the outcome. And I can truly say I wouldn’t have wanted anything to change.

Elentiya touched a lot of hearts. She is mourned and missed by so many people. It’s true that we said good-bye to her, but in the grand scheme of things, she never went anywhere.

From a personal standpoint, my daughter is everywhere. She is the breeze that surrounds me on a cool day. She is the sunshine that warms my entire being – inside and out. She is the smile and laugh of all the other children I see. She is truly an unbroken spirit – the force that drives me to be more than I am, and do more than just what I plan to.

I miss her terribly. I watch her videos, look at her pictures, smell her clothing… I do cry at least once a day. The tears are both joyful and heartbroken. I’m happy that I was given the chance to be her mother, and to learn and grow with her. But I’m also sad to know that I will never hold her again, or see her start school.

You don’t have to apologize to us when you see us. Truth is, there’s nothing you can say, and I’d much prefer it if you just gave me a hug and asked me “what’s next?”

Jon and I will be going on a vacation in the upcoming weeks. Somewhere warm, where we can relax and come home again with a clear mind. We’ll take some of our daughter’s ashes and sprinkle them in the sea. She always loved swimming, and now that way she can swim for as long as she wants.

I’m carrying on with my plans to become a Cardiac nurse. Starting in January I’ll be taking the Pre Health Science program at George Brown, to prepare myself for 3 years of nursing school. I promised Elentiya that I wouldn’t give up on my dreams, and that I would help children just like her, and parents just like us.

In the end, Elentiya gave me purpose. She taught me not to sweat the small stuff. She showed me what it’s like to feel a happiness so strong that it swells up inside of me. She left me with a promise that I will never be the same person I was three hundred and fifty-two days ago. Similar to the tattoo of her name that is on my wrist, Elentiya has left me with an eternal mark, an undying love for someone who loved so unconditionally.

You are my Sunshine,

My only Sunshine.

You make me happy

When skies are grey.

You’ll never know dear

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my Sunshine away.

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Elentiya Noctua Elena Sokoloff-Lefevre
September 30, 2013 – September 19, 2014

Caitlin

Caitlin is a regular blogger for Cardiac Kids, to learn more about her click here.

Please check back next week for a special post from a guest blogger.

Tyson’s Story

Congenital Heart Defects (CHDs) are the world’s leading birth defect; more common than spina bifida or Downs Syndrome, and are the leading cause of infant deaths in Canada. CHDs kill twice as many children each year as all childhood cancers combined. The term “congenital” means that the defect is present at birth.   One in 100 to 3 in 100 Canadian children are born with one or more of the 35 known types of CHDs, representing 1-3% of births. These heart defects vary in severity, ranging from a tiny hole in the heart that may never require surgery, to life-threatening defects which require open-heart surgery within hours or days of birth. Sadly, more than 4,000 babies born this year in Canada will never see their first birthday because of complex congenital heart defects, and every year hundreds of CHD children die before ever reaching adulthood.

Our family’s CHD warrior Tyson is one of the fortunate ones, who has been blessed with five birthdays so far. Tyson was born in November 2008 with complex CHDs. Even after two prenatal ultrasounds, he remained undiagnosed until he was 10 days old. He was born in the comfort of our own home, with my husband and our two midwives in attendance; all of us unaware of how sick our son’s heart really was. We had no idea that our world was about to be turned upside down.

Immediately after he was born, Tyson began having problems. He had a hard time keeping his body temperature stable, he never woke up to eat, and he slept 7-8 hours through the night. The red flags were there, and blood tests were run to check on other things, but nobody thought of checking his heart. He was even seen by the hospital pediatrician at one day old, but the symptoms at that time didn’t directly point to his heart, so he wasn’t concerned. A few days later Tyson developed bad jaundice and was increasingly lethargic. Bilirubin levels tested over the next few days all came back in the normal range so nobody really knew what was wrong.   At 6 days old, we noticed he was breathing really fast as he drifted off to sleep, but we wrote it off as something we thought most babies did from time to time. At eight days old, we were tired of worrying, and he was increasingly sleepy and lethargic, never opening his eyes or spending any time awake, and not latching well to nurse, so our midwife suggested a trip to the local hospital for some phototherapy to treat his jaundice. Blood tests were run once more and his bilirubin levels again came back normal – a little on the high side but not overly concerning – so the ER Dr was prepared to send us home. We were certain that something was wrong with our baby and insisted that we see the pediatrician. The pediatrician came in, and within less than five minutes of examining Tyson, he whisked our baby away into the trauma room, put him on oxygen, and told us “You’re right, your baby is not going home tonight,” and told us he needed to undergo some tests. The next time we saw our newborn son, his head was shaved at the sides and we saw two IV lines running from blood vessels in his head, because his arms were too tiny to find a vein. A spinal tap was done, and various tests were run. The conclusion was that our eight day old baby was in heart failure and his other organs were beginning to shut down. A preliminary echocardiogram at our local hospital revealed that he had “a rather large hole in his heart.”

From there, Tyson was transported via ambulance to Toronto’s Hospital for Sick Children, where it was discovered that his condition was much more serious than a large hole in his heart. He was born with four severe CHDs: Hypoplastic Right Ventricle, Tricuspid Atresia, Transposed Great Arteries, Coarctation of Aorta, as well as an ASD and VSD. In short, he’s missing the tricuspid valve which caused a complete under-development of his right ventricle (basically, he has half of a heart.) In addition, his main arteries are mixed up, his aorta is narrow, and he has two holes as well.

We were told that Tyson would need to undergo a series of at least three open-heart surgeries in the next two to three years of his life, the first one being scheduled in a matter of days, once the surgeons could organize his schedule. The goal of the surgeries was to re-plumb his heart, so that the under-developed right side of his heart would be essentially by-passed, leaving the left side to do all of the work.

Tyson underwent his first open heart surgery at 13 days old, spent three weeks recovering at Sick Kids, and made it home at just over one month old; just in time to spend Christmas with his mom and dad, two older brothers, and one older sister.

 

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Four weeks old

The winter months at home were extremely busy; Ng tube feeds, low-fat portagen formula every 2 1/2 hours round the clock, pumping breast milk, cleaning up the aftermath of reflux problems, and administering the seven different medications that Tyson had to take.  The medications were to strengthen his heart, prevent fluid retention, help with reflux, and prevent blood clots since he now had a Gortex shunt placed in his heart. The blood thinner used to prevent the clotting was an Enoxaparin needle which we had to inject into his legs twice a day, morning and night.

If that wasn’t enough to keep us hopping, Tyson was re-admitted three days later for an infection in his sternal incision. Once home again, we had to go for weekly appointments at Sick Kids, then we graduated to bi-weekly, and then monthly check-ups. This was on top of his regular appointments to the pediatrician, regular appointments to his family doctor for his immunizations, and monthly doctor’s appointments for the Synagis injections to prevent RSV (a virus that causes very serious respiratory tract infections.)

Despite our attempts to keep him in a bubble, Tyson struggled with his health through much of his first winter because of his compromised immune system. At four months old, his life was spared again when he was hospitalized because of a serious pneumonia infection, causing him to be intubated and in Intensive Care at Sick Kids for almost two weeks.

In May 2009 when he was five months old, Tyson had his second open-heart surgery, after which he developed another pneumonia infection. After his second surgery, his health was much better; he still seemed to catch quite a few colds but thankfully, he avoided any hospital stays for about ten months.

His third open-heart surgery was in December 2010. During this surgery, the surgeons at Sick Kids attempted to re-plumb his heart so that the left side would do all the work since his right side was effectively useless. They also attempted a repair on his left pulmonary veins, the veins responsible for carrying oxygen-rich blood from his lungs back to his heart. These veins are dangerously small and are only carrying about 18% blood flow to his heart. Unfortunately, this surgery didn’t go quite as they had planned and they were unable to repair these veins as well as they’d hoped. After several cardiac catheterization procedures to measure his pressures again and attempt a fenestration closure, it was decided that there are no more surgical options left for Tyson besides a heart & lung transplant.   So for now we are on a ‘watch and wait’ plan of action. Right now his heart function is borderline, but he continues to grow and thrive despite his many obstacles.

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Tyson, 2 years old. Three days after his third open heart surgery.

Today, Tyson is an energetic five year old who is enjoying Grade One. He is developing almost normally and enjoying all the things that typical five year old-boys love: soccer, books, Superheroes, and Ninja Turtles. He tires more easily than healthy children, and his medication prevents him from doing some activities, but overall he is living life as normally as can be expected. Unfortunately, because of the severity of his heart and lung conditions, Tyson’s biggest struggle is recurring pneumonia, and he has had more hospital stays due to this than most kids with his condition. We make use of all kinds of alternate remedies to boost his immune system and keep him healthy, and of course we have a strict hand-washing policy in place in our home, but there is only so much that we can do to keep him healthy. It seems that whenever he does catch a cold, the virus attacks the weakest part of his body, his lungs.

Having a child with severe heart defects has taught us not to take one single day for granted, to enjoy every possible minute with Tyson that we can, and to appreciate every day as a blessing from God. Every morning we wake up and are thankful that Tyson can enjoy another day with us; another opportunity for us to love him and care for him, and to see the laughter and joy that he brings to our lives.

We are often reminded that if Tyson was born in 1978 instead of 2008, there would have been nothing that they could have done for him as an infant and we would have had to take him home under compassionate care. But over the last twenty or thirty years, there have been so many advancements in medicine and technology that doctors have been able to come up with ways to prolong the lives of children with severe congenital heart defects.

Even in the early 1980’s when these types of ‘palliative’ heart surgeries were first being performed, survival rates were very low and many babies did not make it. Now however, more and more babies are surviving the first and most risky surgery called the ‘Norwood’, usually performed within days of birth. Then they are able to move on to the ‘Glen,’ typically performed between 4-6 months of age, and the ‘Fontan’ performed between 18 months – 3 years of age. Even still, Hypoplastic Right or Left Heart Syndrome is responsible for 25% of all cardiac deaths under one year of age. With those kinds of odds, we spent hours in prayer, begging God that Tyson could beat those odds, and asking Him to spare his life.

Over time cardiologists and surgeons are perfecting the techniques used to perform these risky surgeries. More and more children are making it into adulthood, resulting in a growing population of young adults who require life-long cardiac care. According to the Canadian Congenital Heart Alliance for Life, there are an estimated 100,000 adults with CHD across Canada (outnumbering CHD children.) At least half face the prospect of complications, multiple surgeries, and premature or sudden death.

In Ontario, there are roughly 40,000 adult CHDers, as well as 40,000 CHD children. However, there are only seven cardiologists who are formally trained in the care of adult CHD patients, and only four surgeons with adult CHD expertise. There are far fewer resources allocated for the care of adult CHDers than other cardiac patients, resulting in long wait times for clinic appointments and surgeries. This puts these adults CHDers at greater risk of death.

There is still so far that we have to go to raise awareness of congenital heart defects. Many people aren’t aware of the dangers of CHDs, and their cause is still unknown. Some are known to be associated with genetic disorders such as Down syndrome, but the cause of most CHDs is unknown. Often prenatal ultrasounds are not sufficient in diagnosing the problem. If a woman is at higher risk for carrying a baby with CHD (for example, if she already has a child with CHD,) she should have a fetal echocardiogram done to determine whether or not there are cardiac concerns. As was the case with our son, I had a routine prenatal ultrasound at 20 weeks pregnant, but was sent for an additional ultrasound since the first one didn’t give an adequate view of my baby’s heart. Ironically, this repeat ultrasound reported that our baby had a healthy, four chamber heart.

Since CHDs often go undiagnosed prenatally, I believe that funding should be made available for all babies to have a pulse oximeter reading shortly after birth. This would allow the doctor or midwife to monitor the baby’s oxygen saturations in the blood, and therefore aid in early detection of many congenital heart defects. In this way, hundreds of babies’ lives can be saved. I cannot explain how or why Tyson was able to live undiagnosed for 10 days, since his CHDs are so severe that he could have died within hours of birth. But I do believe with all of my heart that it was only by the grace of God that he is here today, and I now that He has big plans for our little heart warrior.

I am 1 in 100

 

Melissa

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Sources:

http://www.cchaforlife.org                                                www.heartandstroke.com

www.congenitalheartdefects.com

 

Busy Waiting

Most people think when you have a heart defect, you get it fixed and you’re done! And that would be correct for several defects. But, for those of us who have children with complex congenital heart defects this is not the case. Far from it.

Complex heart defects often times require several surgeries to correct the defect. “Correct” meaning change the anatomy of the heart so that the defect becomes survivable. It is important to remind you that there is NO CURE for heart defects. Heart defects will always be there in some way. Even when a child becomes an adult, their heart is not like a healthy adult. He/she will never have a normal heart.

But I digress…several surgeries. So, when there are multiple surgeries, there is a lot of down time. This down time is not nearly as delightful as it sounds.

In the case of Owen’s heart, the treatment is generally a 3 staged reconstruction of the heart. The first stage at birth, the second at around 6 months and the last around the age of 3. With the exception of the first stage, the last two are based on weight and health of the child. The time frames of the surgery of 6 months and 3 years is an average. Owen is 6 and has yet to have the final stage. He is a bit of an exception and is not typical of the defect.

With the potential of surgery years apart your life as a family can be put on hold. Surgeons wait until you are sick enough to require the surgery but not sick enough that you won’t survive the surgery.

Read that again.

Surgeons wait until you are sick enough to require the surgery but not sick enough that you won’t survive the surgery.

That means, we are waiting for our kids to start deteriorating. We are waiting for them to start becoming blue more often. To lose their breath more easily. To become more tired. To eat less. To become more cranky and irritable. To get colds more often and take longer to recover. We are waiting for our kids to start dying.

In the meantime, you cannot plan for things much more then 2-3 months at a time. Because, like us, you never know when this “deterioration” will start. In general it is a slow deterioration. Though, it is not impossible for an illness, such as a common cold or flu, to kick start it quickly, very quickly. For Owen, it has been this past summer….but it has been a long time coming.

Owen, ideally, should have had surgery years ago. But years ago, he was in such terrible heart failure, surgery would have killed him.   He has been on medications to improve his heart function and under the watchful eye of a cardiologist. The decision has been made to take the risk and repair his heart.

Yet, we are still waiting. Because now we are waiting for a surgery date. We are holding our breath. Owen is starting grade one, his school year will be interrupted. His brother and sister’s lives will get   flipped upside down. Our extended family will be on call. My husband will have to take a leave of absence from work. All three kids will have to, in some way be prepared….

But once this final reconstruction is complete, another round of waiting begins. Because kids with complex heart defects are never truly out of the woods. Some will need a transplant at some point, some will need several more procedures and surgeries. All will be under the care of a specialized cardiologist. All require waiting. We are permanently busy waiting.

Laura

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Brothers In Arms

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Someone once asked me what scares me the most about being the mother of a child with a heart defect. I remember that, at the time, I didn’t have a thoughtful response. I have a lot of fears when it comes to Josh but what’s my biggest? Over the years I have thought about that a lot and the answer that comes back again and again is a response you will probably hear from all Moms, not just the Moms of sick kids.

I fear failing my boys, I fear that when they grow up they will not know the depth of my love for them, or that somehow my parenting them could hurt them. Too often I feel that I am not up to the task set before me. Sometimes I look at these two beautiful creations and I wonder why God saw fit to make me their Mom?

Last year we had to focus a lot on Josh and his numerous appointments, his cath. procedure and his surgery and then all the therapies and as I did I began to see something happening to my youngest son, Kaleb. He was only 2/3 at the time, he didn’t understand what was happening to his brother, he didn’t get why there was a cloud over the house. What he saw, was the amount of time he spent with my parents-in-law while I took Josh to his appointments, what he heard was the thousands of conversations about Josh. A few months ago he had a severe asthma attack and I had to take him to the ER at Sick Kids, and instead of being scared Kaleb was so excited, he was singing in the back of the car about going to this hospital as if it was Disney world or something. He honestly thought I was taking Josh on fun dates every time we went to the hospital; that ‘doctor’ was like the ‘Mickey Mouse’ of Sick Kids. The last few years have been a learning experience for me, as Mom and as a CHD advocate. My littlest son was suffering just as much as us, and yet worse because he didn’t really understand any of it.

There is no one left untouched in a family struck by CHD, but too often the ones forgotten are the siblings. The ones who love their siblings unconditionally, and yet are not included in the process and appointments. They aren’t given all the information because we want to protect them, they have to watch the most important people in their lives struggle with fears, worries, sadness and there isn’t much they can do, and not much they understand. They also struggle because the attention is all on the brother/sister. They begin to feel second best, they question if they are loved as equally by their Mom or Dad, they feel guilt over their anger towards their brother/sister because deep down they know it’s not their fault but they are too young to fully get it. They struggle to figure out where they fit in the family, maybe they act out as they try to figure out their role.

The list can go on and on. We saw all of these things in Kaleb, our sweet and compassionate little boy. He was so desperate for our love and attention and as hard as we tried, most weeks CHD had different plans for my time. Since Josh’s surgery I have been spending as much quality time with Kaleb as I can, throwing snuggles and kisses at him so often that he giggles and runs when he sees it coming. One day, back in March I said ‘guess what?’ and he of course responded with ‘What?’ and I snuggled his neck and said ‘I love you’. He looked up me and said ‘Why do you say that all day long?’ but in his eyes I saw real knowledge. He knows I love him. He’s forgiven me for now, and hopefully when CHD rears it ugly head and threatens us again I will know how to make better choices, or at least Kaleb will be old enough to understand it better.

Our heart warriors and brave and heroic little people who fight with strength I have rarely seen in adults, but lets not forget their brothers and sisters in arms who fight by their side.

Laurie

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Compassionate Care

Today I want to tackle a subject that has haunted me for many years.  When my daughter was born with HLHS, we were given three options, a heart transplant, three open heart surgeries or to do nothing and let her die, also called compassionate care.  We chose the surgical repair and never did I ever think of the last option until years later when I was once again haunted by these words.  Our journey continued with HLHS and many years after her successful repair I took her to an Oakville hospital to meet her new cousin who was just born.  Once in the hospital one of the nurses came up and knew about my daughter had a heart defect and asked which one.  I told her she had Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome and her eyes looked very perplexed.  She then said to me that a baby was born here also who had the same condition.  I asked her why the baby was born here and she pointed to one incubator on the other side of the room and stated that the family did not want to pursue any medical interventions for their child.  At that moment I sat silently and stared at that incubator in the back of the room.  I couldn’t understand why no one was holding that baby and then understood why that baby did not cry.   This beautiful gift would never see the sunshine, would never play on a slide or ever have the chance to survive.  I guess I never thought about this option but if chosen I now know that families can choose to leave their baby at the hospital for their last moments.  I remember leaving and getting lost on the way home.  My mind never stopped wondering who that child was of could have been.  I do not want to open a discussion or argument on this subject but these are my true feelings and it still haunts me as to why.

Many years later one of the teachers at our local school told me someone she knew was expecting a child like Colena.  She asked if I would mind speaking with them and I eagerly said yes.  I never heard anything for a couple of days until she told me that they decided to terminate the pregnancy since they did not feel that they could financially handle it.  Walking home I once again wondered why two children who I never knew came into my world with this situation and why the choices were made.  Current statistic say that HLHS occurs in 3% of life births and I met two families, what are the chances of this. I once again want all readers to know that I am not here to judge these parents and I am not trying to open a discussion on choices, I only want to express how I felt knowing these private matters. I will openly admit that I do not feel that doctors should even offer compassionate care as an option. I have always felt very strongly about this.  In the past the odds of HLHS children surviving with either option were very poor, but that is not the case now.  They do however go through extreme pain and a cautious future but everyday the medical world is finding new answers so they must be given the chance.

One thing I certainly know is that my life has been enriched by not only my daughter but by the doctors, nurses and all the staff that worked so hard to keep my angel with me.  These special children are gifts for all people who surround them.  Rage on Heart Warrior!

Jean is a regular blogger with Cardiac Kids read her bio and Colena’s story click here 

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You’re Doing Great

Lily

There was a steep learning curve when we first became Lily’s mom’s. While we had known from the beginning that Lily had “heart issues,” we didn’t truly begin to understand what that meant until our first appointment at Sick Kids. We met Lily’s foster mom in the waiting room of the ECHO lab and were perfectly happy to let her take the lead, comfortable playing the role of the casual observers. To our shock though she was just as happy to hand the reigns over to us and forced us to jump head-first into our new role as mothers. In the hour that followed, I learned on the spot how to try and comfort Lily during a needle poke, how she preferred to be swayed instead of rocked as she drifted off to sleep and how quickly she could squirm out of the most tightly swaddled blanket. I felt totally and completely out of my element and it wasn’t long before my self-confidence, which had been high after years of hearing how great I was with kids and what a great mother I would be, started to plummet. In the moment where I truly became a mom, I had never felt more like a fraud.

And this is the truth: the learning curve is steep for all CHD parents. Even when you have the diagnosis early: you’ve prepped yourself with all of the reading and research and you’ve reached out to other parents who have travelled this road before us, there is nothing we can do that can prepare us for these first moments. Alongside the “normal” firsts: counting fingers and toes, trying to distinguish between cries, changing diapers while trying not to turn on every single light, you are now thrown head-first into this unexpected world. While I was shocked at how quickly this world became our new normal, standing beside Lily during that first ECHO, I felt as though I had just jumped off the edge of a cliff and didn’t have a clue what was waiting for me at the bottom. Then, out of sound of the wind rushing through my ears, came a firm but gentle hand on my arm and the most incredible words I had ever heard: “You’re doing great Mom.” It was exactly what I needed in that moment, a small bit of encouragement to help me see that I wasn’t a fraud, that Lily and I just had to figure this road out together. We learn fast that we can’t always protect them the way we want to, that we can’t keep bad things from happening. But we also learn, just as quickly, that we can hold them closer, comfort them, find ways to help them work through their own fears and know, always know, that they will never face any of this alone. We don’t always know the right steps to take, the right path to follow and we often find ourselves relying on people to help guide our decisions in the hope that it will help our children survive, but we do know how to bring real life into this medical world; we know how to help them not just survive, but live.

When I think about Lily, at 5 days old, going through her first heart surgery alone, it breaks my heart. While I know that there has always been a “Team Lily”, thanks to the many nurses who stopped in her room on 4D to tell us about how they were there to watch her — spending time snuggling her up while they we were working, on their lunch breaks or even once their shifts were done, there is nothing I wouldn’t give to be able to go back in time and be with her, to experience those first moments right alongside of her. I want to be the voice gently whispering in her ear, “You’re doing great baby” and bring her the same comfort that a nurse named Jane once brought to me.

Crystal

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