Where to Begin? A Summary of Recent Events

I admittedly wait long periods of time between my posts recently, and the farther apart they are, the more overwhelming it is to try and sit down and write out the most current events. I thought that was just due to trying to remember what happened, the farther in the past it goes. Now I think it's also more about how time keeps moving, more things keep happening, the list of items to blog about and update grows longer and - recently - weightier.

My last post was about getting ready for "Plan B," an upgrade to my PTBD biliary drain - to do angioplasty of the bile ducts with a balloon and open up one of the main ones that has serious scar tissue narrowing. I had that procedure done at the beginning of April.

Here I am, ready to go... little did we know it would be about six more hours wait ;)

I came out of it with a French drain tube doubled in size. The doctor exchanged the 8 gauge drain tube I had to a 16 gauge. Wooey, the first look I got under that bandage made me grateful I'm not a wound care nurse, but much more capable, not as easily grossed-out people are in that profession! :)

I was in a groggy state for a day and a half afterward, but it was so good to be home!

That means it has been a whole month with this larger PTBD, and unfortunately, no changes. I tried capping the drain on two different occasions, following doctor instructions. It went well overall; right now it's capped. I was losing way too many electrolytes in the fluid output of the drain, so I had to. I'm still battling those low levels of magnesium and potassium, as well as working really hard (it's not easy, for some reason!) to keep drinking water and other wholesome beverages, and eat good meals. It's a bummer that there were no changes to my lab numbers after this larger drain; even when the drain bag was attached, my bilirubin was still up at 19. Yikes. And the jaundice has stayed the same, and itching has returned WORSE. Ah if I could pick pain or itching, I'd choose pain. Itching is slow torture!

As I mentioned, there haven't been significant or really even noteable changes, improvements, to my lab numbers. This is the reason for my next big piece of news...

I'm glad we got this news the week of Easter. It made everything easier. I cherish the Hope of and in the Resurrection.
Always - Only - Jesus.

I've been referred to the University for another liver transplant.

(:sigh:)


One of my liver doctors sent over the referral, and I'm just awaiting their call one of these days to set up all those crazy pre-transplant evaluation appointments. It's possibly going to be a busy summer... if only it will be full of things like swimming lessons and dance classes with my Victory bear, rather than doctor appointments and uncomfortable procedures?? I will keep hoping and believing.
It's something that's come up in conversation numerous times since about four years ago when my team started noticing that the PSC (primary sclerosing cholangitis) may have recurred. But it was never so definite or concrete as now.

This is a picture of the imaging from my second-to-last procedure, when the first drain was "installed." They got it in and were able to inject dye to illuminate the ducts (the darkened, tree root looking things).
There should be so many more, especially on the left...

That is one mass of sharp, irritating to my skin blue stitches. And one big drain! I flush it with saline like this once or twice a day.

Just for the record, heading into another twelve hour surgery is not what makes me take so many deep breaths, and need time to process these developments, and soak in the Word and worship to be fueled up for those inevitable Mind Monsters. It's not that that scares me. This time I would be heading into a transplant not as a light-hearted teenager, but as a wife and mom to a toddler. I want to be here for them. Always. And a waiting list of approximately, at all times, 17,000 people needing a new liver, versus only the 6,000 per year that receive one... well, do the math. (Source)
Of course this is a fear that I don't dive in too deep to, because my heart and that Holy Spirit voice thankfully always tug me back to earth and say, "but Emily, BUT GOD. This may look daunting, BUT GOD. He can do anything, and He wouldn't have brought you this far to leave you or let you be done living now."

So anyway, that's the biggest news I had. My days are so full of joy and memory making, it's not derailed me too much, just mostly made me live all the more intentionally to soak up the everyday moments. Hobby Lobby had this painted sign I wanted to get for my living room at one time (coincidentally, it's not there anymore). It said, "There is always always ALWAYS something to be thankful for." How true that is!

I had a glorious nap last week, later than usual, and woke up to a gorgeous sunset...

A couple Sundays ago, we took a short drive to the Peninsula and found a secret children's garden. Dreamy looking mature trees, and little fairy gardens someone's made. Miss V was on the hunt for Peter Rabbit :)

The Secret Garden

Momma and Miss V made it to Costco all by ourselves the other day! What a fun time and a big accomplishment :)

I experienced a huge glimmer of hopeful progress the other day. My eyes became more and more white throughout the day, and by evening they were whiter than they'd been since Christmas! Unfortunately back to very golden the next day, but that event sure was encouraging. Looking for more of those in days and weeks to come!

We always enjoy the beautiful garden at the clinic. What beautiful flowers and trees we get to appreciate because someone works very hard at planting and tending.

I've been marveling at God's grace and sustaining me to be able to keep up with Miss V around the house, and I'm on a baking roll this week as well! V and I made grain-free "puffy oven pancakes" on Monday, and I whipped up a batch of sugar cookie dough from a gluten free Hodgson Mills mix. We never got to make Christmas cookies.... or football/Superbowl cookies... Valentine cookies... or shamrock cookies... or Easter cookies. Despite me getting everything including the appropriate cookie cutters out on the counter, every time I've been too tired. Well we are going to make our Easter/spring cookies, no such thing as too late :)
Late last night I couldn't sleep and made coconut flour blueberry scones. (Yep we're still very much gluten free around here. We added back grains last year when I needed to put on weight desperately. Phasing them out again little by little, because all three of us do better without.)
Then today I made a rhubarb crisp, grain free, vegan, refined sugar free, with local rhubarb from a farm down the road. Delish! I have missed baking very much, and can't believe how much I've been able to do including cleaning up afterward, doing multiple loads of dishes and laundry each day, hanging with Miss V and watching a movie a day and doing crafts with her. Every day I have strength and energy to keep up and make life fun in my home, I am SO thrilled and grateful!

Speaking of energy levels and miracles...
Another hurdle I'm in process of jumping is some wonky blood and bleeding issues. My exhaustion level didn't fade enough once I capped my drain last week, and I had a hunch about not just electrolytes but also my blood counts. Sure enough, my doctor reported back to me that my Hemoglobin was at 8 and Hematocrit 26. My Prothrombin time and INR (both indicators of the time it takes for your blood to clot) are double what they should be. I actually had to wait a few hours while I was infused with three units of Plasma before my procedure earlier this month, because my numbers were past their cut off for a safe procedure.
It has to do with the challenges my liver is fighting through, and the state of sickness it is in; PT and INR rise. Not much you can do, I am now taking Vitamin K but really I just need healing! I'm really starting to feel it and noticing that it's not really improving.
Oh more blood drama! It's been almost a full year since my intense war against Autoimmune Thrombocytopenia ended and [I believe] God healed me and put that nasty disease into remission forever! But I'll never forget those trips to the ER hanging on as I was on the verge of passing out and my skin was so white and cold.
I got my blood drawn yesterday evening to check Hemoglobin, Hematocrit, and to do a Type and cross for a blood transfusion. It's inevitable that I'll need one within a week (actually, it's been a week since my labs were drawn last and my doctor informed me of the electrolyte and blood situation and my need for a transfusion.) but the Infusion Center where they do blood is so booked up, I can't get in until Monday. I do NOT want to end up in a critical situation ever again due to low red blood cells, so I figured checking today would be a good idea, we'll see where my numbers are at (knowing I'm still having bleeding issues - dumb gut ulcers!) and if needed, the team will go ahead and put me in the hospital for a short stay to receive a blood transfusion that way. I'd much rather give up a weekend day doing that then have to rush to the ER late Sunday night because the numbers got out of control.
Please say a prayer for clear results and a great plan of action. And as always, a blood match for me that's clean and healthy!

I think that is the summary of the major things going on. It's been a busy month - anyone else feel like April just FLEW by? But I am excited for May; it's my "happy month." :)
I will celebrate thirteen years since my liver transplant on Cinco de Mayo the 5th, my third Mother's Day on the 10th, and my 30th birthday at the end of the month! It's a good life. Never let go of your vision or your fight.

And don't take life or yourself too seriously! ;)

Right?? :)
Interesting to me, my hair is getting back to its curly, wavy state. It was like this before my liver transplant in high school, and changed to being mostly straight when I was pregnant with Miss V. Now, the curls returneth!

Here is a group of statements I wrote out to myself last week when things were feeling overwhelming, lonely and anxious. A declaration:

"I choose to live.
I choose to keep moving.
I choose to take one day at a time.
I choose to not quit.
I choose to trust Jesus.
I choose to believe the enduring, unfailing promises of God.
I choose to look high and low, far and wide, to find any joy I can find in the most difficult of days.
I choose to hope.
I choose to stay in the fight.
I choose to be fully present in the moments for myself, my daughter, and my husband.
I choose to thank God in every moment.
I choose life.
I choose joy."


And here is a beautiful prayer I discovered; I've heard and read parts of it before, but wanted to see it in its entirety. I want to print it out and carry it in my purse with me to remind me of these truths.

St Patrick's Breastplate

Christ be with me, Christ within me
Christ behind me, Christ before me
Christ beside me, Christ to win me
Christ to comfort me and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me
Christ in mouth of friend or stranger.

(390-461 A.D.)

Good News, Not as Good News, and a Plan

I had another appointment with hepatology on Wednesday. I have three liver doctors overseeing my "case" just in that clinic, as well as a gastroenterologist (guts doctor) and three nurses/medical assistants working with me to communicate messages and test results, med changes, appointment requests, and so on. I'm in great hands!
This particularly hepatologist is the newest to my team, but the most experienced. The more we learn, the more impressed I am - he has been a part of or in charge of boards locally and around the world for GI, liver, and more that I can't remember. It amazes me to look back and see the path that curved like a zig zag up a mountain for a while, years back, when trying to get through to my team was near impossible and I felt uncomfortable and stressed - to now, when I have world-renound specialists that study this rare disease PSC and other like it, for most of their career. God is always a few steps ahead, working things out, isn't He? Awesome :)

Leaving my appointment- WITH supplies, woo! -wearing my new "SheIsStrong" tee

It was a great appointment. Dr checked my biliary drain site and said it looks just like it should. I got three spare drain bags and three new "stat locks" - the special sticky-backed plastic locks that tack ever-so-uncomfortably to my belly and hold the drain tube in place just below the stitches, so as it continues down to the Luer lock connecting to drain bag, it won't pull out of my abdomen and gut that it's in, if it gets snagged on something. (Which definitely would have happened by now if i didn't have the stat lock... but the one that had been on there for almost six weeks was so ready to go!)

Much of my time is used up resting, resting, and resting. I have a list now: things I wish I could successfully do lying down. Sew, paint nails, write thank you's, bake, cook, ...  Thank you for the daffodils Ry :)

The not-as-good news of the week was that my bilirubin, although dropping initially after this drain was put in February 14th, has slowly climbed back up to a number that has brought back even the terrible itching that comes with liver disease and severe jaundice. Ah so uncomfortable!!! I'll wake up in the middle of the night scratching my arms intensely and realize- wow my skin is just on fire, sleeping doesn't matter! I can't wait for the bilirubin to drop back down to a good level so that will go away too!

Last weekend I got to sit down for some ME time and made this "CHOOSE JOY" tee :)
I'm loving my growing collection of meaningful shirts!

My bili from last week was 16.8, and my doctor was saying it needs to be down around 10 before they'll look at removing the drain bag and capping the tube to just keep as an access point into my bile ducts. Thus, we discussed, it is time for the next phase of Operation Open Bile Ducts! (not an official title ;)  My doctor shared with my at last appointment that he just had a patient receive a liver transplant last year, after TWENTY years of being on the waiting list, but successfully having a PTBD drain that they would use to access the bile ducts and put in balloon stents and shunts as needed over those two decades. That regular routine keep him going for twenty years; that amazed me! He has more than one patient like that; one was just in before me on Wednesday.
Hearing about that as a very viable option makes me feel really encouraged! My dream and prayer is still to be healed, miraculously, completely, instantly one day! God is in the healing business! But this is another way God can continue to sustain me and restore health to my body, and if it does go on for years, who knows what other technology will be discovered that can help even further! Can't put God or science in a box- or the way we think our prayers will be answered. You never know what God is planning and setting up a few steps ahead :)

Ok sorry about that slight rabbit trail - back on track now. That will be my next step - PRAY the scheduling staff calls me Monday morning and has an opening for Tuesday or Wednesday morning, because I am so uncomfortable and yellower and itchier, and my liver really needs a lower bilirubin level to function well. I am seeing signs of the same communication challenges we ran into last time, and I hope they clear up tomorrow! Nothing like knowing what you next step should be and not being allowed to set it up. {Frustrating!}
Whenever it does end up being scheduled and done, the procedure will be like an ERCP but going through the PTBD drain in my abdomen instead of down my esophagus, and they will use balloons to inflate the scarred, obstructed ("strictured") ducts to an open state, and get those major bile ducts, especially on the right sided liver, draining through again. I wish I could share the pictures from my MRI and fluoroscopy, they are so cool in 3D and animated and everything! I asked- not an option yet.

So if you would, pray for an opening to have this Interventional radiology procedure done SOON, for it to be a "slam dunk" as my dcotor said he expects it to be, and for great function and drainage flow to be restored to those strictured ducts as soon as they get in there with the balloons to inflate the roadblocks of scar tissue and stones!

Here are two photos from today after church. You can't always tell the severity of jaundice on film, but it's been pretty severe! Today at the store I think I scared a few people- my eyes were glowing golden, and next to the undereye concealer I was wearing (regular skin tone concealer - because where do you buy 'jaundice' colored makeup? Lol!) the contrast was just unreal!

I find that if anyone is going to stare at my golden glow, it's not kids--- 

---It's adults! Adults stare at me in public places, and I just want to say, "didn't your mother/teacher/brother/grandfather tell you, 'If you can't say or do anything nice...'?"

I'm thankful for a good week, energy to make memories and laugh with my two sweeties,, and some wonderful doctors with an encouraging, positive plan that we all feel comfortable and hopeful about :)
God is faithful

Little Bit Forward, Little Bit Back (or, Stinky Bag of Bile on my Hip)

It has been just over a month since I had the procedure to put in my PTBD (biliary drain), and I have not known how to write an update post. There is so much to communicate, or so little.

Some days I feel like writing out a post the length of a book chapter. Other days, I just want to write a sentence and post a photo, and leave it at that.

Things haven't gone quite how I expected. In several ways. 

I am always seeking a healthy rapport and clear communication with my doctors, and usually we all achieve that. But in the days before this procedure and also in the recovery time, that did not go as usual. Working with some new doctors who do not know me and my medical history quite so well, and don't realize that I know my way around my chart, my health and the way things work...

About to go into the procedure room.
I think this was right before the nurse gave me a dose of IV Benadryl.
Yikes that stuff is trippy! :

 Based off the first explanation of the PTBD back in January, I had different expectations of how the procedure would go. I was sitting there in the pre-procedure room, after it took the nurse twenty minutes and two painful attempts at putting in an IV (I'm normally a perfect IV and lab poke patient, but she picked an odd area of my arm and I was so dehydrated from the NPO/fasting before the procedure, it turned into a not fun time.) Once she got a line in, she brought in consent forms to sign, and in reading them I started to think I was in prep for the wrong procedure. It did not sound like what my hepatologist had explained to us. I had to wait almost a half hour, on top of the half hour we'd already been waiting, for the doctor to come in and answer my questions. He reassured me enough by his answers to my questions that he and I were on the same page.

Turns out, we learn afterward, not quite. I won't get into the details. At least it was a successful procedure and I now have a drain that can be used in ERCP to access bile ducts for things like putting in a stent, etc. Also, it's been allowing some bile to escape through the exterior line to a drainage bag connected at the drain tube end, which I have attached at all times, flush twice a day and empty about as often.

Sunday morning, first morning at home after my procedure Friday. I felt great that morning!

Upon discharge from the hospital the next day, it quickly became apparent that we weren't given much information that we actually needed to care for this new appendage I had, and hardly had the supplies to do the physical care, or the knowledge to know what to look for as a concern. I gave it some thought for a few days, as I wasn't in the mood to urgently drive up to the hospital to see the same doctor and receive more vague instructions, or be sent to the ER by my much more concerned doctors, plus I was in a LOT of pain. (The pain, I figured out on my own in week two, came mostly from the drain going into my abdomen right above my diaphragm - with every breath in, it would push on the tender area and hurt so much! Also, I discovered, if I ate more than a small amount of food and did not space out my meals into tiny ones that took all day to eat, my guts full of food, which run right under the exit wound, would push on it and cause quite a lot of pain. Ouch!

The drain was put in the middle of my abdomen because it could not go on my right side like they normally put them. I got to see this on fluoroscopy film later, it was pretty cool to watch the moving images in 3D of the right biliary tree spinning around on the screen. It was not cool to see how bad things look - my right sided bile ducts are nearly defunct. Perhaps a more blunt doctor would say they are defunct. They are shrunken, twisted, knobby, narrow tubes that look like knarly strings of yarn that a cat or child got to and twisted or tied knots in repeaedly. Or, they also made me think of a compacted, spiral strand of DNA gone very wrong. Basically no bile gets through them. 

What amazes me is, that they could get so bad without much indication. It must have happened over several years, and the only sign I've had that something was funny is the dull ache I sometimes had and have in my upper right side.

The main point is, it's been nearly five weeks since the procedure, and we're just now figuring out that the site may be infected. My recovery took much longer than the doctor expected. I have been the most proactive I could be, I just kind of fell through the cracks on this one. The good thing is that Ry and I spoke with the hospital administrator in charge of patient care, and we were able to give great feedback.

I'm not a whiner, I'm not a complainer, and I hate raising any negative point without having a solution to offer as well. But in this case it just happened that multiple things were dropped, all for the same patient (me), and it can at least be a learning experience for all of us.

The good progress that was made is that for several days after the drain was put in, what seemed to be stones (bile stones? I don't know what they're called when you don't have a gallbladder) were coming out into the bile bag several times a day. They were not large, but it was good to see that they were coming out, especially since I didn't know they existed! Also, my bilirubin (albeit slowly) started dropping almost right away. My eyes looked less green/yellow, and my skin as well. Some days would look worse and some much better.

Me and Ry doing an eye/skin color comparison.
On the left: Jaundice / Right: No jaundice!

Unfortunately, though the docs said it can take six to eight weeks for jaundice to clear after a gradual build up over time like I had, and things were slowwwwwly but surely improving... things have now plateaued, and my Bili number actually went UP last draw, and my skin and eyes are not looking too good. A little girl at the park came right up to my face as I sat on a bench the other day, and said, "are your eyes green? Why are they green? Is your skin green??" in disbelief. I told her it is because I'm extra special, and she said, "Oh! ok." And ran off to play.
 A few minutes later though she came back to stare at me. Lol! I asked why didn't she go play, and she said, "Because I want to sit by you, you're extra special. And really pretty!" So, what she lacked in personal space awareness, which really comes later in life anyway, she made up for in sweet compliments :)

It's just funny, I don't notice when the jaundice gets severe, or I tend to think I look better than I do, then we go out somewhere and people give me strange looks, and then I remember and feel bummed that, darn, I must not look too good after all, or be making progress after all.

I have a couple appointments coming up with liver doctors in the folllowing weeks, as well as more labs to keep tabs on my counts. I had to get a blood transfusion about two weeks out from the procedure, as my hemoglobin isn't staying up where it should. My hematologist thinks I am bleeding somewhere; we don't know where. Probably in my guts, though, because I had to switch back to Tacrolimus for my liver transplant immune suppression, and that tends to make my colitis flare, which would cause bleeding in the guts somewhere. The Cyclosporine which I was most rcently taking needs bile to be digested probably and keep the liver transplant safe... couldn't keep taking that when my liver and bile aren't working right. If I keep requiring transfusions, we will probably have to start discussing colectomy and an ostomy bag again as we were last spring, before the ITP went away. Hmm... carrying around not just one stinky bag of yellow green bile, but two bags, the other filling up with gut waste. Oh boy! I don't even know if I'm strong enough to go through that colon surgery right now, but we'll probably discuss it soon.

[So, what was the toughest decision YOU had to make today? Lol! I hope it was something fun like which pair of new shoes to buy, not which stinky waste bag you want to carry around with you for the next decade... or for life! ;) ]

I don't envy my doctors, that's for sure. What a balancing act they are doing, with all the body systems that are acting up, needing to stabilize and help those, while wanting to keep the still-healthy, quiet things that way. Pray for their wisdom and for perfect solutions to be thought of. I have some amazing doctors (the best team I've ever had in all these years of medical care).

I had a liver ultrasound on Thursday, to check on veins and do the biannual check for liver lesions or suspicious bile duct changes...
(Yeah I'm 29, and they were looking for pre-cancer or cancer. That's one part of my life.)
This is an every six month thing, probably more often if my liver doesn't shape up soon, and I get placed on the transplant list.
They alternate between ultrasound and MRI checks, because I opt for NO radiotion, NO CT scans.

If this is all pretty technical medical jargon and you don't understand it but would like a summary version, just leave a comment. Feel free to ask questions too. Like I said near the top, I don't even know where to start with everything that's been happening. I just started typing and here's where I ended up this time.

The main thing is, things aren't going as well as it seemed they would be, as presented to us before the procedure. But no one can control that. I got through it, and at least doctors now have an access point to my bile ducts, whereas before they did not, and were not going to put me through a third ERCP attempt to try that again.

I am taking care of this bile drain the very best I can, I am taking my meds and drinking my veggie-fruit smoothies (I crave them now when I miss a day!) to help my liver the most I can. And I am hoping for the best, declaring God's promising, and leaning on His truth! He's never failed, and He won't start now!!!

Thank you so much to the friends-that-are-family who brought us dinners for the first two weeks of this challenging time. You were our angels!

Thank you for those who continue to pray with us believing for the miracles we need, those of you who speak affirming words of health and agreeing words of healing over me, those of you who sent cards, letters, or very meaningful gifts like the custom made bracelet that says, "she chooses joy." Talk about motivating to keep up this fight! And some days boy do I need that motivation from those of you so dear to me.

Onward, forward, moving along... life goes on! I'm still here still breathing still very full of purpose and spunk - God's not done with me yet! ;)

Finally made it back to church last week, and this week I was even stronger!
These two lovies in the photo with me are my posse.
They make it all possible - their flexibility and kindness and selflessness and faith.
Yep, that all applies to Ry AND our two year old. She is amazing.
Love you two so much!

Staring Down the Monster. And, Another Big Needle in the Gut

I have been meaning to sit and write out this post since October, when I titled and saved it as a draft. So much has happened even between then and now, that this post alone could be the chapter(s) of a book.

Early October I had just had my bout with cholangitis, been in the hospital on antibiotics for several days and had a failed ERCP to try and open the strictured (narrowed by way of inflammation turned to scarring) bile duct that contributed to the issue. We'd just been emergency-moved out of our home as there was black mold discovered under the house, and I was processing all of that, along with the newest topic brought up by my liver team the week before: retransplantation.

Retransplantation has gone from being my nemesis, my enemy to be avoided, denied, and not even considered at any costs, to a dark scary monster standing between myself and the life I expected to have when I got married and became a mother, to what it is now... a very possible reality in my future.
Once you're in the position of having to face a fear, and your survival hinges upon facing that fear, you just do it. Not all in one fell swoop easy as pie, but in a graciously gradual process that God takes you through, holding your hand and opening your eyes to what you need to see.

I'm thankful to say, it's not such a monster anymore. The worst part (in my experience) of needing a liver transplant, is how helpless the waiting list can make you feel. You have no control over whether you'll get a liver or not.
Liver transplant is the most intense, physically challenging organ transplant, and livers are not easy to come by. There is no dialysis like kidneys have; there is no life support like a lung or heart machine. It's a perfectly designed filter and toxin-eliminator for the body, crucial in digestion and life itself. There are partial-liver transplants now, where a living donor is able to give part of their liver because it will regenerate, and the piece that is placed in the transplant patient will regenerate as well. However, these kind of liver transplants have a lot more bile duct scarring complications, and when you're already needing a new liver because of your scarred bile ducts due to PSC (primary sclerosing cholangitis) it isn't a great or sometimes even viable option.

*This is the perfect opportunity to make mention of tomorrow's special distinction: February 14th is not just Valentine's Day, but also National Donor Day. If you are not sure you are signed up to be an organ donor, please visit the national registry and get signed up! Follow this link and click on your home state to do so: http://organdonor.gov/becomingdonor/stateregistries.html
Here is a great little informative article just put out in a college newspaper yesterday, detailing some of the most common questions and concerns about organ donation: http://thesnapper.com/2014/02/12/have-a-heart-this-organ-donor-day/
When in doubt, just ask. As an organ donor you can save or enhance up to fifty lives. That's amazing!
There is still a huge need for registered organ donors in the United States, and especially needed are minorities. It's estimated that eighteen people pass away every day waiting for an organ. Consider it and do what you can. Ok, PSA over :)

Back to the not-so-fun scenario of being on the organ transplant waiting list, and having no control whether you'll receive the life saving transplant that you need...
This is where it becomes so important to ground yourself daily -moment by moment- in Truth. There is One who knows my future, and I'm no more in control of the ultimate destiny of my life than a healthy person that the Lord watches over. I continually find myself responding to any mind monsters or doubts that come up, "Maybe so... BUT GOD."
"But, God shall supply ALL of my needs."
"BUT GOD will satisfy me with long life and salvation."
"BUT my GOD will fight for me; I need only to be still."
"BUT GOD knows the way that I take, and when He has tried me, purified me through these challenging times, I will come forth as gold, giving Him the glory."


I didn't update after my ERCP to fix the stricture on January 27th (my guy and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary that day in the hospital, by the way! shout out to my amazing hubby!). That was the second attempt since October, and it didn't work. The doctor that did the procedure is world class, has decades of experience, and tried for two or three hours (I can't remember, I was intubated and under general anesthesia for it, and so sick and sleepy for hours and hours after, I missed all the reports, Lol!). But that one stinker of a sharp turn where my transplant was sewn to my bile duct, he just couldn't get the wire through that they needed to put in the stent.

Checking out of the hospital the day after my last ERCP, Jan 27th

Meanwhile, my bilirubin has gone to a level over 20 (normal is 0.2-1.2), my AST/ALT/Alk Phos (liver function tests) are very high, and I've been so jaundiced and itchy, it's been quite the couple weeks!

Orange flavored Cholestyramine, a powder that kind of suspends in water, not dissolving, and you have to just get it down because it's supposed to bind to bile and help get it out, lessening the itching and bilirubin #. It is NOTHING like Orange Juice :)

I was very nauseous for a while, and finally figured out that I wasn't digesting fats very well - that's something you take for granted if your bile ducts are working! I normally eat healthy, nourishing, Primal style meals including butter, Greek yogurt, avocados, full-fat canned coconut milk, etc. I had to curtail that whole way of life and switch to fruit and veggie smoothies twice a day.

This morning I had my favorite: Beet juice, tons of super greens, small handful of blueberries, half a banana, carrot juice, fresh squeezed OJ... Amazing how daylight minimizes the jaundice in this photo. I'll take it!

It's been fun and neat to see how that helped me to recover from the nausea and even keep up with my busy little gal most days all on my own while Hubby works, despite the crazy state of my health. God is always allowing me to live outside the box of sickness that I "should" fit into according to my labs and test results. He's so good!

Tomorrow is the day we are going in for "Plan B" - a PTBD - Percutaneous Transhepatic Biliary Drain. It will be done in Interventional Radiology, where they'll sedate me and use various radiology technologies to find the route, then using a (always too large looking!) hollow needle, go right through my abdomen, through the liver, into my bile duct, insert that handy guide wire that's resisted two other attempts via the ERCP route, and put in a stent to open up this darn strictured bile duct. The plan as it stands is to leave that stent in for up to six months to allow scarring to happen around it, creating a much bigger opening so bile can pass through. Something doctors said after that last ERCP attempt was that, at least visually it appears, most of my bile ducts "have lost function. They are strictured and scarred to the point where little to no bile is passing through."
I put that in quotes because, that's may be a fact, but I choose to keep fact separate from Truth. That report is not what God says. It's what my very smart and caring doctors say, and now that they've gotten this information, I will follow all the steps needed to pursue a transplant eval and be listed, because I am not foolish.
However--- THIS is ALSO where my mind calls forth the TRUTH--- "I walk by faith, and NOT by sight." "Faith is being sure of what we HOPE for, and certain of WHAT WE DO NOT SEE." "Though the vision tarries, wait for it; it will surely come." "NO weapon forged against me shall prevail." "By HIS WOUNDS I AM HEALED!" "AS Jesus is, so AM I in this world!"
You get the idea. :)

Bottom line: I'm not letting this "Monster" take me down. The battle for our lives - whether we're recovering from an addiction, healing from a trauma, trying to bounce back from a failed relationship, or facing some dark diagnoses - the battle begins in our minds. Fill and fix your mind on things above - Philippians 4:8 tells us, "I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious- the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse."

If your mind has junk in it, gather it all up like you would rotting food in your fridge, and kick it to the curb! Life is too precious to spend it stuck on garbage thoughts that aren't from God. Life, and life abundant is what Jesus came to bring us - not just in Heaven but here on earth. But it's completely our option - something recently pointed out to me, was that Jesus said, "I have come that they MAY have life..." That leaves the ball in our court.
Speaking from experience, it is so worth the effort and repetition that it takes to build new habits in your thought life, to step out on your sea legs of faith and start looking past a bad report to what the Word says. It may feel completely awkward at first, but it gets easier, and more routine, and pretty soon it is your norm. If you want to do it, you can and you will!



If you've read this far, thank you for bearing with me ;)  This probably should have been two or three separate blog posts! A little secret - we haven't had a working computer in a couple years. We have an old netbook that we have to hook up to our TV to see anything on, and it gets overheated after five to ten minutes of just booting up most of the time-- needless to say I wasn't blogging from there! But about a year ago an incredible family in our world gifted us with a Kindle, which has been an absolute God-send not just for when I'm in the hospital, to stay connected and entertained, but also in parenting a two year old! ;)   And this week I was able to get a keyboard to go with it, which I'm so excited about! I cranked out three quarters of this post in no time! All that to say, you should be seeing more frequent but less lengthy posts from me in the future. SO many times throughout the week I think, "Ah, I should blog this!" usually as I'm learning something I'd love to get down in ink and share with you all. Now I'll be able to do that much more efficiently. Wahoo!



I hope I've informed, encouraged, spoken truth or life into your airspace today.
I'll close with this:

"This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live, and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to His voice, and hold fast to Him.
For the Lord is your life, and He will give you many years in the land."
-Deuteronomy 30:19-20

My two greatest treasures and me at MESH Conference this week. Nothing can keep us away from the House for long! I love my church!

Jaundicey!

If you have seen me in the last two weeks you must have noticed the significant jaundice I have developed. My skin is a glowing gold yellow and the "whites" of my eyes haven't been white in a while! It's no fun when you cant figure out what color top to wear that will somehow downplay the yellow skin, everything seems to magnify it, ha!

The other night my faithful friend Emily took me to Target for a "mom's night out." I've started to not care what people think, and use the store's motorized courtesy carts when I'm tired and need to save my energy. How lame is the alternative anyway, sitting at home not having a blast at Target?!

I have not looked very healthy, however, God's grace abounding, I have really reasonably been able to keep up with my life, my roles as homemaker, wife, and mom to one very energetic little lady! thank You Jesus!

I haven't had any signs of infection, cholangitis or pancreatitis, PTL, but some discomfort and feeling a little out of it, I think from the excess bilirubin rolling around my body. It definitely needs addressing, so I called my liver team and had a bunch of labs drawn today. Tomorrow afternoon I see my hepatologist.

I have a hunch about the cause of this and I am praying it is right, because it's fairly simple and quick fix that should/could clear up this issue for 5-10 years. With PSC it usually takes years for the bile ducts to become so scarred that they narrow to the point of causing back ups which lead to infection, and total blockages. When I went in the hospital in late September with the serious symptoms of cholangitis, they tried to open a narrowing during an ERCP, but due to a sharp turn in my bile duct from the way everything was connected to my transplant liver, the doctor just couldn't get it. At that time they told me they could try going from the outside of my abdomen with slightly more risks, but did not need to because the antibiotics cleared up everything so well.

I am thinking that this is the same narrowing and it is telling us that it needs some help :)

Anticipating a short hospital stay for a pretty simple procedure like that, and believing it will calm down this PSC for years to come, I am hoping that is what the doctors see and want to do! Even the idea of actually planning a hospital stay where I can make arrangements for my family, pack, bring healthy food... what a difference that would be compared to all my other hospital stints these last 18 months :)

please be in agreement that it will be a simple fix and clear this up quickly and easily. God is so faithful, I know He's got this!

Thanks friends :)

Here's a photo of me and my sweet gal. We got to take a little walk in the crisp winter fog today. Great time, great memories. I'm so thankful to be mom to this world changing gal!

An Episode of Cholangitis, and, We're House-less!

Wow, things have been crazy, but today really took an interesting turn!

I came down with a very high fever last Saturday night, and the worst pain all over my body. I'm not unfamiliar with these symptoms, but it's been nearly a year or longer since they came around. Sunday I was in bed all day with the same fever, a pain around my liver area, and feeling nauseous. When Monday I awoke with the same issues, we called my hepatologist, and they said to get in the ER immediately.
We grabbed a few things, scooped up our angel Victory, and made a beeline for Seattle. God always has us covered in these situations! It was nearly rush hour, and the worst rain storm we've had in quite some time, but we got Vicky safely to her destination and us to Seattle, almost fifty miles in total, completely safe and no problems.
It ended up that I was dealing with an episode of "cholangitis." It was confirmed through the last MRI/MRCP and liver biopsy that the disease I had that ruined my first liver and caused me to need a transplant, Primary Scleorosing Cholangitis, has returned in my new liver. What is that disease all about you ask? Well, the bile ducts get inflamed, as with other autoimmune diseases (stinkin inflammation!), and scarring and infections and things happen, and sometimes you need a liver transplant because of all the damage. Anyway, this was the first time this "recurring PSC" has caused any issues for me. After tests, and specialists and hospitalists putting their heads together, they decided I was dealing with a blockage ("stricture") or at least severe inflammation in one of my bile ducts, causing an infection, hence the very high fever, chills, nausea, vomiting, and - oh I forgot to mention before, I turned a nasty shade of jaundiced yellow almost overnight.
So I began receiving antibiotics through my IV, and actually Tuesday morning already saw improvement in my lab tests. My bilirubin on arrival at the hospital was 6.9, and Tuesday it was down to 5.something, and Wednesday 4.something... Yeah God!!
But the antibiotics alone aren't what they usually rely on. I went in for an ERCP on Wednesday, expecting that they would go in with a scope down my throat, through the small bowel, and enter the biliary tree and open up the blockage with a balloon, or stent if necessary. It all sounded so simple, and the doctor really expected to get it done with no complications. The whole thing was supposed to be about 45 minutes.
Well, when I awoke from anesthesia, he came in and told us that he was unable to even get into my bile ducts. My anatomy is different because of my transplant; my "hook ups" are a bit wonky, and there was a 90 degree angle that he tried for AN HOUR AND A HALF to get the tools around, and just couldn't. The doctor was so kind, and he looked like he was about to cry, and kind of just ran off after he told us the news. I was so disappointed, because I thought for one thing, "well gee if this is just the first of these episodes, and a person with PSC deals with these ongoing for years, what in the heck are we going to do [next time]?!" And I felt so bad for my poor doctor who wanted to help so badly and tried so hard.
It wasn't such a lighthearted moment as I'm making it out to be here. It was overwhelming. Kind of devastating. You may have seen my Instagram pic my hubby posted....

So fast forward to today. I got to leave the hospital yesterday, and must be on oral antibiotics for ten more days. We're praying that the infection and inflammation dissipate completely, this knawing pain I'm having in my right side goes AWAY, and no more episodes of cholangitis occur. No sweat :)
I follow up with my hepatologist next week, and I suppose we'll address some serious topics. Like, what if this happens again and the infection moves quicker, and they can't get in the bile duct to fix it?  They did tell me not to mess around with these kinds of symptoms, because one of these infections can go septic very quickly. meaning your whole body is fighting an infection of the blood (a.k.a. even more, ICU-type serious). There is an option at that point, they said, of going in through the side of my abdomen kind of like an old fashioned liver biopsy, where they can address a stricture and infection that way. Much more invasive and risky, too. Blah. Praying that that is never needed!!!

In the meantime...

We are surrounded by the most incredible people. Have I mentioned that? I think I have, but I can't say it enough. I can't even get into how overwhelmed and nearly numb from complete awe that Hubs and I are feeling today, at God's faithfulness, and the loyalty and get-it-done type of people He's put in our lives.
We've been needing to get to remodeling our living room for quite a while. On the 15th of this month it will be five years since we moved into our house, and since we moved in, we've been battling issue after issue. When we bought it we thought it was, although old, just in need of cosmetic updates, and a lot of love and TLC. But then the issues began.
We first suffered a miscarriage in January 2009, and found mold growing on our bedroom wall and mattress just the same day. (Yeah that was an overwhelming day.) We slept on an air mattress in our living room for two months while my husband tore out that room down to the wall framing, put in insulation and drywall, and made it safe for us to sleep in there. This was in the afternoons every day, and into the late night, as he worked the 3am to 11:30 am shift back then. We got that done, bought a new mattress, and enjoyed our warm, quiet new bedroom sans-oozing-wall paint so much!

Labor Day 2009 thought we'd do a little project in the kitchen - new countertop and cabinets around the sink. No big deal right? Well, he took out the old sink cabinet, and found that the floor was rotten from a previous leak... down to the joists. We then had to dive head first into an unplanned, unexpected, complete gut job of our kitchen, floor joists to ceiling torn out. Everything in the subfloor was rotten and walls were crumbly old plaster and ... short story, that was a two month adventure of microwave cooking and living in even less than our house's 650 square feet offers, because all of our kitchen contents was in our living room as he worked on it. Again during afternoons after working eight hours a day at his full time job.

When I got pregnant with Victory, we knew we needed to redo the second bedroom like we'd done our own, as it didn't have insulation in the walls, and was musty and the plaster walls clearly needed to go. Another project for my awesome hubby and his not-so-free time. When we tore out the wall between the bedroom and the bathroom, there was the creepiest looking, gross, anenome-armed, tendril-waving, nasty-colored mold I ever could've imagined, on the inner side of the bathroom wall. You could see that there had been a water leak from the roof in the past, and they just replaced two square patches of wall, and left the rest. NOT A GOOD IDEA! It was nasty. It freaked me out. So that one bathroom wall had to be replaced at that time, but we couldn't do the bathroom then too, so we had some open holes where it just didn't go in right next to the old plaster and tile, and creatures from the crawl space would come up through the cracks to visit some times. Ick!

Then we finally got to do the bathroom, as the tile was done wrong, outdoor grout was used to do it (a.k.a. water would go right through it!), it was crooked, and it needed some serious help. Also the window was put in right where the water goes when the shower is on... not good! When that remodel was started, the entire outside wall had to be cut out as even the framing under that silly window was rotten. We have a funny picture of one of us (pretending to be) on the toilet waving out to the backyard through the huge five feet by eight feet hole.  :)

So, all that's left now is the living room. With all of my health problems, and because of mold issues we've had in the coat closet in there, we figured there were some problems with moisture, and really looked forward to getting that room's icky old plaster torn out, getting the walls insulated, and finally finishing this little house.

Because of all the health issues lately, a few incredible friends of ours teamed up and went in today to start the job, including bringing in a mold inspector. Well, he found that the problem wasn't so minor as a little musty closet. The report? There is mold growing on all of our floor joists under the house. Black mold. For someone with a compromised liver, this is lethal within a very short time once exposed. We cannot live in our home until the floor joists are replaced under the house. This job will cost $20,000 to $25,000.

Wow.

Wow.

Yeah.

This is where our incredible friends come back into the picture. They started a fund for us the other day, with the plan to raise enough money to make our house safe for us, and to cover the medical bills that have piled up this past year of craziness. The timing of all of this is nothing short of God-ordered. I look back at all we've been through, and know that if it weren't for the crazy things we've already walked through with this house, and my health, we'd be steam-rolled by this. It is insane, to be told in a matter of hours that you cannot go home because it will kill you. We are nomads. Houseless! Don't get me wrong, I'm emotionally EXHAUSTED just experiencing the magnitude of it all. This crew of faithful friends and neighbors were at our house for ten hours today, packing up our belongings into boxes, getting them to safe places, setting it up for this work to be done. Believing that the work will get done, that God will provide, and we'll be able to get back in our home, and finally, live there being healthy and safe and comfortable.

I know that it will work out. God will provide. When things can't get much worse, and He comes through for you, and this same process happens over and over, and over again, you develop this roll-with-the-punches kind of ability that (especially if you're like me - everything in it's place, a place to call home, home is where you ground yourself) you just have to laugh! God always always always has our best in mind, and when you trust Him, you get to experience the most amazing God-events and acts of humanity and miracles and coming-through-in-the-clutch moments... God is amazing, you guys!
I am grateful to be experiencing the calmest peace right now, knowing that as long as I have Him, and I get to be near my treasures, my dearest loved ones, that is all I need, and the rest is just extra blessing! And for that I say, we may be house-less, but we are not home-less. After all, this world is just our temporary home. There is always something more to learn, more character to develop, more JOY to CHOOSE! Okay, God, I'm game. Keep growing me. I trust You. You will never fail.

P.S. I may be rolling with the punches now but... check back with me in a few weeks. Haha! (I'm just human.) I hope we can be home in time for Christmas. :)

Oh! and the link to the fund is: www.gofundme.com/OperationAgnew

Little house, see you in a while!

Liver Biopsy results

I just got off the phone with my doctor.
"Well, good news and bad news."
My biopsy results showed No rejection that they could see, and no new issues such as autoimmune hepatitis. Good news!
She said there is always a chance it is a chronic rejection that is not detected in biopsy, but not highly likely.
As far as a reason for the elevated liver enzymes, there is no clear answer. I will repeat blood tests in a couple weeks and hopefully numbers will look good!
In the meantime, no medication changes or additions, and thankfully I'm almost tapered off Prednisone and don't have to go back on!

There was some more information from the biopsy, though.
The Bad news, "You do have PSC [primary sclerosing cholangitis]."
That is the disease that completely ruined the liver I was born with, and caused me to need a transplant at age 16. My doctors have been talking about the PSC being "back" since a biopsy I had four years ago. But it was never confirmed, and I always take the comments with a grain of salt. Not because I'm in denial, but because I know my God is bigger. There is the lens of science, and the lens of faith - the latter is much more real to me than the former!

Only in the past two years, and really last couple months has PSC come up in discussion more, when I did my MRCP test and this last biopsy.
The MRCP showed no blockages in my bile ducts, great news. PSC is an autoimmune-caused inflammation of the bile ducts, and what happens over time is the liver becomes scarred, from bile not being able to get through and backing up in the liver. (For photos of what a healthy liver looks like vs a liver that's been ruined from PSC, see my post http://shechoosesjoy.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-liver-transplant-in-photos.html?m=0)

So the biopsy showed PSC. This isn't anything urgent, but something to learn about, so I can do all I can in the physical to take care of my body, and get all the info I can to pray more specifically!
I was so young and sick when I had PSC before transplant, I don't remember the day to day Ins and outs of living with the disease.
Example, I've been having pain in my upper right side and some yellowing in my eyes from time to time. I forced myself to be brave and ask my doctor about it (it really is worse not asking, and making up 'what if' scenarios in your head!). I learned that with PSC you can have transient obstruction of bile ducts, which clears up on its own, versus bad strictures which need a sedated procedure to put in a stint to open up. The discomfort of what I'm experiencing is really high some days (like today!) From inflammation in my liver. But I'm grateful it's not the alternative kind of stricture or something requiring me to go to the hospital!

All that to say, first, thank God I'm not having acute rejection and I have no hepatitis! Second, I have some learning to do about PSC as an adult. Third, to my Champions Centre family, you'll probably see me up front often when we have prayer during service, because I'm not going to stop believing God can heal me, or asking Him to do so!

Thanks for your continued support and encouragement. Over the years I have gotten pretty good at "encouraging myself in the Lord," as the Word says we need to learn to do. I wouldn't have survived up to this point without  learning that skill! It's funny, when someone exhibits a strong faith and a positive attitude, and stays busy encouraging others, as people we may start to think, "well they're good, they don't need anything from me." Incorrect!
Never underestimate the power of letting someone know you're praying, or sharing just a few encouraging words, "you're doing good!" "Keep it up!" "God's got this!"
A few months back I got a Tweet from a friend, right after I got home from the hospital, in response to a post I made about Psalm 27:13 ("I will remain confident in this; I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.") I was putting it out there, declaring it in faith about my life. And my friend responded, "You WILL see the goodness of the Lord." Wow, how those words gave my faith a lift and even today after I got this news, I heard those words in my head.

My best advice for thriving through a challenging season (or in my case, lifetime, haha!):
Be vigilant about what you're letting get in your mind and heart (consider your relationships, social media connections, music and TV influences...). Feed your faith, starve your fears (example: concerned about your health? stay the heck off WebMD! Lol!). Surrround yourself with life-giving people who bring out the best in you and believe and speak good over your life. And Trust God!

"I will not die but LIVE, and will proclaim what the Lord has done."
Psalm 118:17

Seeing and Celebrating

I am a firm believer in the promise that God will replace or restore what has been lost. Time. Strength. Love. Relationships. Purpose. Family. Friends. Joy.
I love the Scripture, "I will restore or replace for you the years that the locust has eaten." (Joel 2:25)
A close second, "what the enemy intended for harm, God has meant for my good." (Genesis 50:20)

At the moment I'm sitting here drinking iced coffee, watching a little HGTV and skimming Martha Stewart Living mag on my lap (the June issue, because I'm that behind, haha), and listening to my girl chatter away to her dollies through the baby monitor. Rare Momma recharge moment, and I love all of it- including and especially the full day we've had leading up to this little respite. Because it's still new to me after months and months of being too weak or sick to do this? Probably! But mostly because, for weeks now, I'm overwhelmed with the fact that that it's such a gift to have work to do, and strength to do it.
You don't realize how sick you were until you finally catch up from nine months of survival mode and realize: "I'm not a terrible cleaner, or home owner, or pack rat- I was just conserving energy that I needed to fight and survive!" :)
Grace for the self: so important.

Victory turns two on Friday. TWO! Where does the time go? Well, I know where most of this year went. Since last October (ten months ago) I've been in some crazy health circumstances. Thankfully, miraculously, wonderfully, the ITP crisis has been quiet - in remission as the doctors would say- hopefully completely Healed, I say- for weeks!
Now (because if it's too quiet, we'd be bored?) I'm facing a different kind of health issue. Urgent, but not critical. My liver enzymes have been elevated for weeks, and there's talk of rejection, biopsy, ruling things out, confirming other things... a bit frustrating in how cryptic and unavailable the Drs have been, and I haven't been able to speak with my actual hepatologist in weeks. August = vacay month it seems :)
I should be hearing the plan by tomorrow though, and it will be good to know what it is.

Despite this new challenge, I am overwhelmed with satisfaction at how well our little family not only survived the past ten months, but we thrived. And we are determined to keep thriving, no matter what we face in the weeks and years ahead.

Victory is turning two on Friday and I don't feel like I've missed one thing. God is so good. And my little girl is such a blessing. Earlier today she climbed up on a kitchen stool, turned on the faucet, and started rinsing dishes. I asked, "do you want to hand me those, you rinse and I'll load the dishwasher?" An emphatic, "Yeah!" was her response, and together we loaded the dishwasher. Pretty soon the sink was empty. This is her norm. Watching us do things around the house, and wanting to join in or take over and help. The joy she brings to our family is immeasurable.
My 23 month old is speaking in short sentences already. She jumps and dances and laughs, and has an incredible sense of humor. She sings. She lifts her hands sometimes during worship when we livestream church.
She is brilliant, watching something once and imitating it immediately, or days later, with attention to detail, and determination.
By the way... This is not a mommy brag post. This is not meant to make you think I have it all together. Oh boy am I still a work in progress. This is a brag post I intend to be pointing up to my amazing God. Every good thing, every gift, I just smile and look up...

I just marvel at how so many blessings can be wrapped up in one tiny person.

However: do not be mistaken. My girl is of course about to turn two, and showing all those parent-character-testing qualities as well.
[In fact I had to remind my girl at least three times while working on this post, that this is indeed naptime... she finally fell asleep... and now a quick twenty minutes later she's up. Win some, lose some :) ]

I look for the teachable moments- for her and for me- and smile at the end of each day. What a gift it is to be a mom. Especially after losing a baby four years ago, and when this little one was just two months old, being told the liver disease that ruined my first liver has returned. And this year of absolute craziness where in June my Hubs - the always believing for healing, never expressing worry, rock of our home- said (after I was out of the CCU and home from the hospital) he thought he was going to lose me.

Recently, many of my friends and acquaintances have been either announcing first pregnancies, or a second or third little one on the way. It can be easy to get sucked into a poor me, no fair mindset. We could not even think about trying to get pregnant again this year, as the implications of a pregnancy combined with ITP could have been devastating for me and a baby. We have to do such a balancing act of faith vs practical. Especially because I'm a big faith, "but God!" person.

I may never be able to get pregnant again. Or possibly, I shouldn't ever get pregnant again. If my liver doesn't shape up, the doctors will start telling me things like it is unwise and dangerous to be pregnant.
Where some couples only need to decide how many children they would like to have and how to space apart the pregnancies, we have to talk about things like, "is my body even capable of carrying another pregnancy? What if the ITP returned? Will colitis flare again like last time? What's my liver going to do? How will these meds affect the baby?" And that horrible question I learned to stop asking some time ago, but I'm sure some of you wonder if we do, "What if a baby survived but not me?"

I'm not trying to be a downer. I am normally pretty positive here [she chooses joy isn't just a title, it's my life!], and truly that is how my thoughts are most of the time. I've done quite a bit of work on my thought life the past four years. Today I just wanted to shine a little light on my very real world, not all rainbows and cotton candy clouds, and show you (though I'm not sure I'm doing a good job sticking to the point Lol!) that even with seemingly unfair or frightening circumstances, you really can thrive! I hope I am sharing how it is possible to walk through life with serious circumstances, and at the same time have complete faith in a God that does the impossible every day.

Victory is a double blessing of a baby in one little girl, and not a day goes by that I don't see that and thank God for that.

Zechariah 9:12 in The Message says, "This very day I'm declaring a double bonus- everything you lost returned twice-over!"

My heart rests because, while I dream of having a bigger family one day and I believe God can and will heal me, and may make that dream happen, my heart is full being a mother to my one wonderful Victory.

What if God has already fulfilled a promise to you, and you just haven't noticed it yet? You looked, but didnt see?

We need to look for and see the good in what we have, before jumping on a train of thought comparing our life to another's, or whining at how unfair we think life is. If I spent all my time only wishing I could be pregnant again, or have more babies, or that we had the resources to adopt instead of paying medical bills, I would be robbing myself and my family of being fully aware and grateful for all I have in the present.
I missed a lot of days and nights with my girl this year, in the hospital, the infusion center, the clinic, my bed. I had to trust that she was going to be just fine, and so was I. I had no choice on my physical location, and the way I saw it, no choice in my thoughts either. I had to fight to trust!

And here we are.
Celebrating TWO, celebrating my platelets recovering, celebrating our faithful God!
Instead of looking at what I miss, I choose to see the restoration, the full replacement and overflowing beyond, of what was lost.
And celebrate, celebrate, celebrate,
rejoice, and thank God!  :)

What's Happening

Ok, so I am about a month overdue for a major update on everything that's been going on with me. Our one "real" computer in the house, a little netbook, hasn't had a working screen in almost two years, so when I need to sit down and really blog, I have to make the time to turn it on, plug in the special cord that Hubs rigged up to connect the netbook to the TV, and get a chair over to the spot, hunker down and start typing. And then more recently our little netbook does this really charming thing of shutting off, completely randomly, either while paying a bill, writing a blog post, or worst of all - livestreaming church! Oh well, we make do. I am going to type as much as I can while old Trusty (or Not-so-Trusty) is running, and see how far I get :)

So. I have been out of the hospital for about six weeks, I think, and it has been AMAZING! The weather in Seattle has been out of this world beautiful, and I've been able to catch up on things at home that have been neglected for the past ten months as I was just struggling to stay alive and functioning in the very basic human mode. The other day I finally (as in, a year later) organized the big cabinet we put on the bathroom wall, cleaned it out of everything that had piled up over the year - wax ring for installing a toilet, anyone? - and got all of our bath towels put in the there.

Wow, that felt good to finally accomplish! When everything unnecessary and unused is OUT of a space, and it just has what we use and need, I feel so much better. So yay me, for slowly but surely working on things and getting to enjoy being a wife, mom, and domestic diva a bit again :)

Another accomplishment was finally putting tile backsplashes up in our kitchen, oh, three years after the remodel too place? Again, what a feeling of accomplishment, and security that no water from the sink or grease from the stove will be splashing onto the drywall (which is, yes, still unpainted) and causing issues down the road). I'm so thankful for the great deal on tile that we got, it was just what we wanted and works great in the room. We repurposed shelving from another area in the house, and I've got my open shelving wall and tile. It's looking pretty cute!

One bummer we found out is that there is mold under the wall surfaces in our coat closet, and so alas, ANOTHER remodel looms. It will be the last one, it is the closet in our living room, which is our one remaining room with old plaster walls and no insulation. But finding the time and resources to do that, in an already busy and balancing act of life, is a challenge. Good thing Hubs is always up for a challenge - by fall, we will get it done I think, and be much healthier and cozier this coming winter! 
In the meantime, I have boxes of my crafts supplies, fabric stash, glassware, birthday party supplies - you name it, sitting in my living room, waiting for a finished closet to be put into. Character building, I say ;)

So, moving on from house to health - here's what's been happening:

Going with the most recent events, I am on Prednisone right now in case of liver rejection.
My LFTs (liver function tests - ALT, AST, Alkaline Phos, Bilirubin) have been elevated pretty consistently for a couple months, actually since switching from Tacrolimus to Cyclosporine as my anti rejection med. My doctor is very calm about it, which I really appreciate and need, and isn't panicking, but started me on Prednisone a couple weeks ago and we are going to recheck my labs tomorrow (Wednesday). If numbers aren't improved, I have to go in for a liver biopsy. They will want to check for rejection, as well as any issues like infections and what not. It occurs to me that after so many blood transfusions this year, they will look for hepatitis as well. It will all work out!
Interestingly enough, the reason they can do a liver biopsy without the risks of bleeding is that...

ITP seems to be in total remission!!! GOD IS GOOD!!! My platelets have been steadily climbing since I left the hospital in mid June, and that has been an absolute encouragement. It is so fantastic to get a call from my hematologist or go online to check my results, and find that the platelet number is higher and higher every time. What a gift after such a crazy year of scary-low critical platelets! Most recenty, last Monday, my platelets were at 149,000. The range they call "normal" is 150,000-400,000, so WOW, I was just one point away :)

In light of the elevated LFTs, I went in for an MRI/MRCP earlier this month. They were checking to make sure I did not have any strictures in my bile ducts, as when you have PSC (Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis) liver disease, those can become a problem, and cause back ups and pain, cholangitis infections, and elevated numbers. I refuse to accept that PSC is back in my new liver, despite what the reports may have shown over the past couple years. I believe God healed me with my transplant, and I am sticking with that. And awesome as He is, God gave us a great report on the MRI! No strictures, and actually improved liver tissue in an area that radiology report eighteen months ago said was looking not so good.
Awesome, right?! :)

Finally, the other health event I had was my annual colonoscopy. Woo, party time! (Haha!) 

colonoscopy prep solution

With all of the colitis problems this year, the major bleeding coming from my colon and just being exacerbated by the ITP low platelets, my gastroenterologist and I came up with a plan to start talking about colon removal. The first step in the plan was to even accept the idea. Talking about a simple tiny biopsy and colonoscopy, let alone complete removel of my colon, is very serious when my platelets were as low as they were (8-10,000, consistently). It is much more than an issue of surgery, as there's talk of hemorrhage risk, and also they said I must do the surgery at a liver transplant center, because there is a risk of liver failure when doing abdominal surgery when liver scarring or cirrhosis is evident (so 'they' say). As you can imagine, becoming comfortable even talking about a decision that major was a big deal. That alone took me a few weeks.
Then I started doing research, asking questions, and had an interview with my doc and asked all sorts of things about colectomy, ostomy bags, and so on. If I am not completely healed of colitis, a surgery and ostomy looks like it is in my future. That was another big mental thing to get a grasp of, and took a bit of time.

Snuggles with my girl while waiting for my doctor

My smarty girl, checking me out after she saw my doctor do the same thing :)

The most recent step was to have my colonoscopy, so they have a current picture of what my guts look like to give to the surgeon if we continue going down that surgery road. This wasn't even an option for most of the year, because of such low platelets. But my platelets started improving and we scheduled the procedure, and the day before I went in to get my numbers checked. They were planning to give me a platelet infusion during the procedure, to prevent any bleeding issues, and only take a couple biopsies. Well, my platelets came back so good, I didn't need any infusion and they got to take more biopsies, which is always good for monitoring sake. Woohoo!

Kind of grossing me out, I had a number of polyps in my gut. I've never had that before, even having colitis for nearly 20 years. But they were all biopsied, along with a bunch of other spots of gut tissue - and everything came back clear, no malignancies, no dysplasia! Yeah Jesus! :)
Also, the report, similar to my Liver MRI, came back showing that my guts look better than the last scan, in two areas. There is definitely colitis activity and my transverse (across the top of my abdomen) colon looked worse, but the ascending and descending colon areas are improved. So, hurray for that!

Thankfully, things have been pretty quiet with colitis and ITP these past six weeks. I am so grateful for that! Not having to worry about bleeding and transfusions and going back to Critical Care or riding in an ambulance... phew! Thank You Jesus!
What a gift it has been to be at home, at church, and around our city with my sweet family and incredible friends, just enjoying the summer weather and all that is good in my life. WHAT a gift.

We may live in the 'hood, but our summer sunset views are million dollar :)

Pray with me in agreement for a great report on my LFTs and platelets tomorrow! Once my numbers are stabilized, I get to taper off the Prednisone, which is always a good thing. Last night my knees and belly were super swollen from the side effects. Pred is a great drug in the short term, but so many icky side effects when you have to be on it for a while. Speaking of which, is why I am up before dawn today. (Insomnia is another lovely side effect.) Thankfully in the summer, being up this early, it gets light out early, and I have always loved watching the sun come up. One reason I really loved being on crew in college :)

Today is a new day, full of new gifts, opportunities, and potential! Seize the day - look UP and around at all you have been given - life is good! Xo!

"So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective."
-Colossians 3, MSG