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Here we go…
Posted by crusaderjennblog in Bible, Faith in the Midst of Illness, family, Football, fun, Grace, health, Inspiration, invisible disease, Jesus, lifestyle, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Living with MS, Maintaining Faith, MS Fight Club, prayer, Relapsing Remitting MS, Stress and MS, toddlers, Uncategorized on November 14, 2021
This happens every year. This year I think the inauguration of Autumn baking thoughts happened when our daughter and I were watching B carve Halloween Pumpkins for our little family. But dancing skeletons evolved into dancing sugarplums. Or perhaps it was watching Charlie Brown’s great pumpkin that evolved into musings of pumpkin bread Christmas.

I love the distraction of post-Halloween plans. I mean I put up a few decorations for Halloween, and I think some decor is fun for the Holiday, but I see some people do an overload of focusing on evil and finding that humorous. For example, each year the neighbor behind us picks some dark theme and decorates accordingly. This neighbor is technically not on our street. But the upstairs master bedroom has a deck/patio that can view our backyard. Some years ago, with the rere-lease of It, for Halloween, the neighbor hung a massive decorative sheet from his upstairs bedroom patio so everyone at the end of our street, or anyone who dared take a detour down our street would have a clear leave nothing to the imagination view of Pennywise and all his bloody-faced glory, having no regard for little ones who might be traumatized by seeing a glimpse.
Unfortunately, when another neighbor asked them to take it down and to keep in mind those little and innocent trick-or-treater’s eyes who should be protected from seeing that, the neighbor saw himself as a self-appointed messenger doing everyone a favor and said, “Mind your own business, besides kids will see it eventually.” Lord, have mercy! We had the displeasure of seeing that nightmare one Halloween, but thankfully on the flip side, those same neighbors have not used their back deck since then to hang anything.
Now, I am not trying to portay myself as an innocent. I read Stephen King as a teenager and an early twenty-something, but my time reading dark literature was satisfied after I finished It. My late Granny took all five of the grandkids (I am the oldest) to the circus every year as youngsters when Ringling Brothers were in town, so I grew up liking clowns. However, the novel about Pennywise changed my appreciation of clowns and they ceased being fun. That novel really changed my simplistic view because apparently, clowns are not always happy.
Who can explain the nonsensical ramblings of a Jenn? Certainly not I. And that may or may not have any correlation to anything, When all of a sudden, my little brain thinks snowmen, more specifically, giggling about Olaf’s sweet ignorance of being a happy snowman in summer. And then there’s the fragrance of cinnamon inspired goodies like baking gingersnaps, pumpkin bread or snickerdoodles! Yum! Maybe it was because we had a short ‘bout of cooler temperatures, that reminded me of winter, though I’m about three weeks early… which then inspired me to think snowflakes again and cause me to bake because why wouldn’t I associate gingersnaps with autumn? They go together. Then winter solstice and just a few days later Christmas? Or maybe it was when my 2-year-old handed me a book to read her – the story about how that green thief who stole Christmas.
Praise God for all these distractions with my surgery coming up so there’s zero opportunity to fixate on worrying when I know God’s in control.

One year ago…
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Babies, Bible, debateable, Faith, Faith in the Midst of Illness, family, Football, fun, Grace, health, Inspiration, invisible disease, Jesus, life, lifestyle, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Living with MS, Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Maintaining Faith, marriage, Marriage Encouragement, MS, MS Fight Club, Multiple Sclerosis, Nervous System, Neurological Conditions, news, prayer, Relapsing Remitting, Relapsing Remitting MS, Stress and MS, toddlers, trends to consider, Uncategorized, Women with MS on November 7, 2021
My PCP diagnosed me with anemia. A few months later, I received the hypercalcaemia diagnosis from my endocrinologist, quickly followed by an Osteoporosis diagnosis and put on a drug that might cause me to lose a tooth or two. I want to be off that drug ASAP. Despite all the cumulative crap I’ve been dealing with since ‘17, I finally have a sliver of good news to share.
My endocrinologist at my July appointment basically threw-up his hands and said he’s sending me to an ENT because my symptoms don’t match my numbers, but he believes there’s something indicitive of a tumor, although the thyroid and parathyroid ultrasounds and nuclear medicine tests revealed nothing. My downward spiral of symptoms going from a pretty healthy patient (minus the MS) to going straight down a toilet as my gait in just a few months became that of a 90-year-old trying to be purposeful with each labored step.
Last weekend at church, as I walked to my vehicle and I heard someone behind me and glanced back to see who it was. The older gentleman has always reminded me of my late grandfather and I stopped so he could catch-up to me. He said he had never seen me walk so slow. I laughed and asked if it was really that noticable. Then he went on to explain how he’d always seen me actively chasing the little ones all over and then said he was keeping me in prayer. I tend to be guarded about sharing anything specific, but last Sunday morning, I was confident that the Holy Spirit put it on my heart to share with a few people at church that I was scheduled for surgery December 15 for a pararthyroidectomy.
My endocrinologist did send me to an ENT, who after viewing all the pictures, labs and radiology reports, sent me to another ENT. Well that ENT sent me to his ENT, who is head of the ENT department at the university in town and his MA was able to schedule me for an appointment to see him a week later. I told B I was tempted to cancel the appointment because I was tired of wasting my time and being referred and referred to another doctor, and another doctor, etc. B asked me to keep the appointment and if I still walked away after the appointment feeling dislcouraged and like I wasted my time, then we would seek other treatment. Funny how I get so frustrated that I might have some extreme tendencies to for example, jump off cliffs because it just makes more sense to me to do something drastic , ya know) and then B has this level of discernment that can reel me in and produce peace with a few words.
Well that ENT, about 60 seconds into the appointment, said he had viewed and studied the pictures of my parathyroid and explained he believed at least one part, potentially two of the four-part parathyroid had tumors. I asked him how long he had specialized in ENT studies. 30 years. Only 30 years!! Then he said, “ I’ve seen this before, these symptoms and pictures . I’m confident if we do the 15 minute surgery to take out the parathyroid, that you should start feeling better almost immediately in the recovery room.” And with those few words, those tear ducts started filling up. You might remember that this girl does not cry…. her eyes sweat.
The end of the tunnel just became brighter…
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Babies, Bible, Faith, family, health, Inspiration, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Living with MS, Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Maintaining Faith, MS, MS Fight Club, Multiple Sclerosis, Neurological Conditions, prayer, Relapsing Remitting, Relapsing Remitting MS, Stress and MS, toddlers, Uncategorized, Women with MS on November 5, 2021
When MS became more than MS with the unforseen truckload of additional health issues caused by the drug Lemtrada, I really questioned God and his faithfulness. I’m very aware there was never a guarantee that my life would be obstacle free. In fact as a Christian, it is a sure thing that God will allow trials for my own growth.
Having problems pushed me to know him better or have I reacted by becoming closed-up or anti-social?
As problems manifest, I have been prone to isolation. It’s way more comfortable than sharing anything for which folks will likely shun me anyway. So, in a sense I’m doing my future self a favor. Right? Totally. Except. God didn’t create any person to survive alone, but thrive with others to support, encourage, lift-up during times such as these. And there I was isolating myself at home, doing distance church from my iPad at home to avoid being a burden or a slow-poke with my cane or avoid questions like , “what happened?” from nosy-nellies posing as concerned people who care.
Ouch. Thank you, Lord for convicting me of being narcissistic and shame on me for doubting anyone’s intentions. That’s my normal reaction, but it dawned on me, (again thank you, Lord) last week watching church, that with all this crap going on with my health, that I have a fantastic testimony opportunity. And so after many weeks at home during church, but watching from a distance, I put on my big-girl pants and went back to church.
For an incredible reason. For B and I to have our two-year-old daughter dedicated at church. Didn’t I mention we had a foster child in our home? That we officially adopted at the beginning of August?
Ongoing Variables
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Bible, Faith, Faith in the Midst of Illness, family, Grace, health, Inspiration, invisible disease, Jesus, life, lifestyle, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Living with MS, Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Maintaining Faith, marriage, Marriage Encouragement, MS, MS Fight Club, Multiple Sclerosis, Nervous System, Neurological Conditions, prayer, Relapsing Remitting, Relapsing Remitting MS, Stress and MS, Uncategorized, Women with MS on April 6, 2021
Prior to the five day Lemtrada treatment in ’16, a team of lab consultants and vampires phlebotemists took eight vials of blood along with the contents of my bladder to establish my base-lines for what my normal numbers were. My thyroid, and red and white blood cells were all completely within a normal range in that analysis two weeks prior to the Lemtrada commencement. Even with Multiple Sclerosis, all these were very much within the range labeled “normal.” I’m explaining this because the following will be somewhat of a brief meaning of the physiological changes that occurred following treatment. We knew of the potential side effects that could happen and from reading the disclosures, there were definitely adverse side effect occurances. With the information that MS could be eliminated through the treatment, I saw the treatment as a calculated risk.
Well, I became the Lemtrada anomaly. My neurologist received reports following those monthly labs to show how my body continued to respond to the treatment. About five months post Lemtrada my thyroid started showing things were changing so off I went to an endocrinologist who put me on medication to control the overcompensating hyperthyroid and a few months later, it became hypothyroidism for my underactive thryoid. Apparently my thyroid couldn’t make up its mind.
In the middle of all this the endocrin diagnosed me with Hashimotos, with vague instructions to stay away from gluten. I thought for a second that that was going to be easy to stay away! How silly was I? Once I researched gluten and found that it was in bread – I love baking bread – and that gluten is in so many of my favorite things {read as nearly everything} many candies I enjoy that include red licorice. But then once I became intentional to stay away from gluten for a month, which began in February 2019, things changed. Those chronic gut aches finally ceased. Over time, gluten-free has become more of a staple in grocery stores as gluten-free snack options are more available. While all these changes started in me and I needed to create my new normal , I was delighted to discover gluten-free snacks in stock with Amazon Prime. Did I mention Gluten-free chocolate covered pretzels?!?! Yum! Simply delightful.
Then a couple months later, the medication changed back to control my hyperthyroid’s overactive antics, but that didn’t go well but after all the nonsense, my numbers finally leveled-off. Then, of all the obscure causes why I didn’t respond well to the prescription, my endocrin said I was allergic to the dye in the prescription pills, so she wrote the Rx in such a way so my pharmacy filled the Rx with non-dyed pills. But then my encodcrinologist moved to Sweden and I was not responding well to the medication anyway so I opted to elimininate the idea of finding another endocrinologist. I didn’t really like her. My first appointment with her was weird. She asked many questions about when and how the MS was diagnosed and in that I explained that auto-immune was in my genes so it was definitely in my genetic make up to rear it’s ugly head. The doc’s take-away was telling me that I missed my calling to go to medical school and figure out why my MS was affecting me and why auto-immune put a target on my family or why Lemtrada screwed up my physiology. Apparently her playbook for me was to discover why I should’ve become a world-reknowned doctor who discovered a cure for MS. I’m not kidding or exagerating about one iota of this.
I would love to say I fired that doc, but timing was such that when I decided to not see this endocrin any longer, she went MIA over-seas. I took the opportunity to be in control, which I should’ve done at the beginning of all this nonsense and researched thyroid supplements and those most highly rated on Amazon. I read many reviews and ordered one supplement. I took for a couple months, but then after I decided that chronic diarhea, even as a temporary side-effect really sucked, I ordered a different highly rated supplement. And “Behold! No chronic diarhea? We had a winner!” Said Jenn after taking it for a month with no unwelcome side-effects. So with the supplement, I felt decent and have continued taking it for a few years now.
Then last September, my (now remember I had to agree to monthly labs for five years following Lemtrada.). Things started changing again with my physiology and my neurologist called and asked me to take a copy of my labs with me to see my PCP. What’s changed this time? I started feeling sick in mid-September ’20. Those labs said I was anemic. Apparently, as of February I’m no longer anemic, but if that’s true why am I still experiencing heart palpitations? Coincidentally, I just felt lousy. This coming December, it will have been five years since Lemtrada ended, but changes were still happening. My internal system has allegedly flushed the toxic chemical cocktail from my body, but things are going awry. For a couple years I put reading my Bible on hold while I was working through my anger at God for allowing our first foster placement after two years with us from birth, be sent to an unknown distant family member in St. Louis.
Perhaps the stress from that situation was another culprit for making my health go sideways. Whatever is going on, I feel like I’m in a fight for my life right now. My new Endocrin tested me for a list of about 25 things in December. A few of those things included conditions related to osteoporosis because with my initial intake appointment with him, he looked at my prior bloodwork and saw that in my urine, there is a high level of calcium, which isn’t normal. My body is leaking calcium. I’m too young to have osteoporosis. Which means I will need surgery to put a stop to this and have my parathyroid removed. I sought a second opinion and that doctor was in agreement that the parathyroid is indeed the problem child. I have an appointment for a bone density scan which should confirm the need for surgery and with the parathyroid removed, it should put a stop to the “calcium leak.”
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Last June I began reading my Bible again and it’s timely that I am reading Job in the middle of my own health nightmare. God is faithful. I’ve seen and experienced healing in myself and others in years passed. But I’ve doubted him so much and prayed for my own end in order to to be rid of what I know will likely be temporary pain and discomfort. The pain and chronic discomfort that I’ve felt in the last six months is like nothing I’ve experienced before. God healed my MS in 2005. He healed my Dad’s cancer and continues to keep it away. So how dare I doubt his goodness?!?! One of B’s clients has a mom who is also a believer and she told my husband she had a dream about me and that she received a word that I would be healed. But like the Isrealites and their chronic complaining through the desert for 40 years for an 11 day journey, I have to keep my faith and remind myself that like Danny Gokey’s song, I “Just Haven’t Seen It Yet.” The light at the end of the tunnel has become faint, but I have to have faith that my struggles have not been in vain.
I am a work in progress…
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Babies, Bible, debateable, Faith, Faith in the Midst of Illness, family, Funny, Grace, health, Humor, in the kitchen, Inspiration, invisible disease, Jesus, life, lifestyle, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Living with MS, Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Maintaining Faith, Marriage Encouragement, Mommy’s musings, MS, MS Fight Club, Nervous System, Neurological Conditions, prayer, Relapsing Remitting, Relapsing Remitting MS, Stress and MS, Therapeutic House-pets, Uncategorized, Women with MS on April 3, 2021
I was blogging with somewhat of a purpose, but then I started analyzing and reanalyzing every stinking thing I do and do not do. I feel like a mouse trapped in a maze because I have been all over the map trying to figure out what my point is and answer the million dollar question of why do I do what I do? I’ve ultimately determined that my blog is for me. When I began blogging some years ago. I had hopes illusions of reaching a massive following for those with MS and/or their care-partners and even more of those who were interested in knowing more about being a Christ-follower in the middle of battling a debilitating illness and trying to mainfain faith and trust that God was still good when my Multiple Sclerosis was spiraling out of control.
And it was. I went from being for the most part able-bodied and independent to having to learn to self-catheterize when I couldn’t empty my bladder on my own. Using a cane became obsolete when I had to graduate to using a walker and finally upgrade to a wheelchair all within six months … and back then in October 2001 when I was struggling in my position and could no longer do my job as a consumer loan officer, my neuroligist said I likely wouldn’t see my 30th birthday, which was still some years away. I’m briefly explaining all that to get around to my point that I am going to blog for me because I enjoy writing. If anyone follows my non-nonsensical gibberish or rantings that get tossed around in my mind, then sure, I hope you enjoy yourself, are encouraged or at the least, can smile at something said, but don’t expect anything Nobel prize worthy. I’m writing for myself as it can be therapeutic. My story is not debateable because it is MY experience and I will not apologize for MY convictions. Consider that fair-warning.
As a Christian I do get mad, upset or annoyed when unexpected circumstances or events (like bad health) put a hiccup in MY plans. Really? Indeed. Because I am a control-feak extrordinaire, but am always trying to give up my own illusions of what I want and instead work toward fulfilling God’s plan for my life. I am a sinner. That’s not a badge, just a recognition that I am so far from being perfect. I have made some massive mistakes that years later, I still struggle with forgiving myself. I am a Christ-follower. There is a difference because many label themselves as Christians, but they don’t have a relationship with God, pray etc.
Be confident that that is not a judgement of anyone because only God knows an individual’s heart. I am actively seeking God’s will for my life on a continual basis and although I mess-up many times every day, I try to stay on-track. I have a lot of Biblical head kowledge, but am trying to get myself to having more heart knowledge. That is not a pat on my back for ‘intentions’ because intentions do NOT count or provide any points for scoring if that’s how you grade yourself. 2000 years later, Jesus still remains the only perfect human. Perfection is impossble, but God is always at work in people’s lives to refine us into who we’re supposed to be for his purposes.
Learning Humility
Posted by crusaderjennblog in Faith, family, Grace, Inspiration, Living with Living with Multiple Sclerosis, Relapsing Remitting MS, Uncategorized on November 10, 2016
Over the course of twenty-two years with MS and its retrogression through abilities like my choice to temporarily give-up driving at the tender age of 27, only to again be able to reclaim it a few years later -albeit with some hesitance, #loveindependencebutIvalueyoursafetytoo, and then the need to self-catheterize in public restrooms #hateunsanitarybutnecessary was mandatory because when you gotta go, always go with confidence. And then there was the necessity of needing walking help with a cane or walker and dealing with the loud and ignorant judgmental heckler’s (stangers) comments, let’s call a spade a spade, #grumpyoldcodgers being bullies simply jealous I obtained the last handi-capable parking spot, or the accusations that I “faked” using various devices for good parking, but the most influential, yet one of the most difficult to accept component was accepting rides to appointments from well-meaning #friends and #family.
These were all contributors that #God used to help me absorb the much-needed lessons of being humble. #lessonoffaith Thank you, Lord for being patient with me. #godnevergivesuponus Thank you also to friends for your help and thank you, #Jesus for teaching me to learn to simply appreciate a friendly act of service. I don’t recall just who interrupted me in one of my misguided tirades about people boosting their own egos to offer to “help the cripple.” Was I that bad? I know it’s hard to believe, but yes, Jenn is #stubborn, and I was likely worse than I imagined because it was in my head that I believed most people were fake.
And I often revert to speaking about myself in third-person when I get frustrated. #oldhabitsdiehard To mentally turn each offer to help, into an ego boost for themselves. A lesson I’ve been learning is to accept things at #facevalue instead of trying to read between the lines for some (but likely not there) hidden meaning. Talk about being a mental-case. I might most definitely resemble that. Ever heard, ” When you worry about what others think of you, you’d be surprised how little they do.” Whoa. So as much as I think people want to make me feel a certain way, they don’t. I ultimately control how I feel and most people have better things to do than manipulate ways to be condescending. Again-whoa. Jenn’s learned it’s much easier to believe an offer is sincere. If it’s not, that is not my problem because I should not be required to further analyze anything.
I detested being required to depend on others to #chauffeur me to doctor appointments, and because of the increasing menu of my many worsening #relapsingremittingMS issues, there were many of those to see various specialists like a speech pathologist to assess learning to speak again, a physical therapist to help me re-learn to walk, a urologist to learn how to safely #catheterize in an emergency, just to name a few things. Because of the many basic abilities I had taken for granted, the lesson to give-up stuff and be forced to accept and later embrace a new practice in order to get what I needed was somewhat lengthy. You can imagine teaching an old dog mule-like human some new tricks.
Yes, those first couple of years being disabled before turning 30, even I was a pain. You better believe it. I was that old dog. #stubbornasamule Although it probably took longer than was necessary since I was so resistant to accepting help for so long, but once this girl got-it, it became easier and easier to just say, “Yes, I appreciate your offer to help and thank you very much. What day would be best for you?” Another challenging situation was when people offered to buy or prepare us a meal, drop it off and expect nothing in return. Because of my limp and gimpiness, I am a klutz and when I shattered my ankle seven times slipping on the driveway in ’07, several brought us meals. Again, thank you for helping in a big way. But, I very very briefly got back in the mode of analyzing people instead of just saying, “Thank you,” but then quickly realized this was a meal I could in no way prepare for B #husband #love before he came home from work. The moral of the story is accept someone’s offer to help and don’t forget to say thank you and send a thank you note. Those became my new rules. Much easier. And no further analyzing. Whew! This girl’s brain needs a rest. But today, I’m asking for grace while I’m getting the I-V full of #MS treatment as I try to coherently share my thoughts. Thank you in advance.
Speaking of friends, there’s a generous couple from #church who have offered to provide dinner for us as I go through this #Lemtrada #MS treatment. Thank you to friends like this who “get-it.” Instead of of putting the responsibility on us to, “Just let you know if we need anything.” This couple called yesterday and asked if they could bring us dinner tonight. As a matter of fact, that is precisely how such an offer should happen. Those are the best kind. It’s humbling that people would do this for us. It might seem silly that I really cannot do much, but I cannot go anywhere or even try to exercise while the I-V is attached so here I am several hours a day getting treatment. Maybe compare it to being on a long flight, sitting several hours and also being at the doctor’s office for vitals monitoring.
💙💚💙 GO HAWKS! 💙💚💙
My application was approved!
Posted by crusaderjennblog in Faith, Living with MS, Living with Multiple Sclerosis, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Neurological Conditions, Uncategorized on September 8, 2016
The last several months I’ve dreaded doing my MS drug treatment injections. Dreaded. As in I will wait AVOID and wait AVOID some more until I cannot AVOID it any longer on my injection days and have to make-up my mind to just do my darn shot. 8000 daily injections (some days two) in 16 years might have that effect. Despite nurses coming out to my home and observing my shot routines and trying new shot depths for the injection device, I could not get injection site swelling reactions to cease or even diminish so my injection sites were finally limited to my hips and tummy, where it’s less painful because ultimately and consistently, I still need my medication. Six weeks ago, we saw my neurologist, asked a lot of questions based on our research of available non-injection drug treatments and I realized my tolerance is high for drugs that could potentially kill me, versus low for drug treatments that could cause me nausea. I actually find that very amusing.
The thing is all MS drug treatments have that little disclaimer that they might cause death, but that number is so low and related to patients who already had other issues going on. So when all this dread began a while back, we started praying about a new drug option. Our faith is not in a drug, but that God will allow the drug to be the vehicle that improves my disease status. As we started praying for doors to be opened with this treatment, but clearly shut if this was not something to pursue, the doors opened quickly and have remained open, which answered our question, but I began doubting because everything was falling in to place, too fast, in my opinion.
Then, God asked if I would doubt his provision of the opportunity for which we prayed… I felt convicted and finally my husband shared that he’d been praying for the doors tobe wide open or nailed shut. After our research, we definitely leaned toward a particular drug, but lacked the needed funding. It’s expensive. Why are chronic disease treatment meds so stinking expensive? I’ll tell you why. Because drug companies make way more money treating a “no-cure-in-sight” chronic illness than to patent any available disease management improving treatments. The drug that I’ve been pursuing is not a cure, but a disease-altering method of disease management. Many of the individuals who have taken the drug were at a bad place disease-wise where this drug was their final hope and this drug delivered for them.
For now, I’ll start making a list of all the symptoms that I hope and pray will diminish or disappear as a result of this treatment and keep doing my now three-times-per-week shots because I’ve been approved and funded for this new treatment. With the end in-sight, I’ve developed short-timers and am anxious for this new treatment chapter to begin. Treatment will begin sometime in the next few weeks at which point, I’ll name the drug and all the little details that go with it.
Stop self-diagnosing and seek professional help
Posted by crusaderjennblog in Faith, marriage, Uncategorized on August 15, 2016
I woke in the middle of Friday night to a very loud crash and shot out of bed when I noticed my husband wasn’t next to me. I ran to the bathroom and said B’s name. “Are you alright, Sweetheart?” There was no response and I turned on the light. He was on the floor. His forehead was bleeding. He had passed out and came-to as I was talking to him. The situation was terrifying. I asked him what was going on, if he had a stomach ache? Should I call 9-1-1? He was sweating profusely. He said no to calling, but he wanted needed to get back in bed as he was dizzy and very disoriented. B is several inches taller and heavier, but I tried to help B stand-up the best I could and as it appeared he made progress in his steps. I reached to push the bathroom door out of the way and B fell again with another crash. What was going on? Something was clearly very wrong and my mind began racing with “what ifs?”
B was again unreceptive to me calling 9-1-1 as he had no thoughts that his life was in jeopardy, but asked me to start taking notes about how he felt because we’d probably need those later. I got my tablet, opened the appropriate App and started typing short-hand as fast as I could. B shared what types of symtoms started when and I sought a second opinion from that handy web-based MD App, plugged in symptoms and coincidentally, the App agreed with my own assessment. The thing is, I really say that the App agreed with moi, tongue-in-cheek because neither B, nor I are medical professionals.
I shared the other day that I’m back to white-knuckling everything… And then this situation with my wonderful husband’s health at stake, just about sent me over the edge. Why? Currently, we have custody of a growing 6-month-old baby, whom we hope to adopt in the coming months, although I’ve been clear with B that I’m fine with her being here as long as he remains healthy because I am terrified to be a single parent. Terrified. We’re also actively pursuing application approval for me to receive a fairly new FDA approved MS therapy that has the potential to repair much of what MS took from me many years ago and then add-in all the other nagging, problematic issues of my our life and I’m a clear-cut case for a nervous breakdown. About a year ago, I started having somewhat regular panic attacks when my/our circumstances or coming events become overwhelming. I had my first panic attack last fall before B took me to the airport to visit my family, another one when we gained custody of our foster baby – give me some grace as we’d never had children, another panic attack when our baby’s drug-dependent mom accosted me in early spring and each week thereafter for the next few months until I finally came to realization that God’s angels surrounded me and baby D when her mom got in my face, then the start of another attack as I fretted about B the other night as I watched him go back to sleep, worrying.
I’m so glad my husband is willing to go to the doctor when things are not right. First thing Saturday morning, he went to do a walk-in and was seen almost immediately. He said the PA did a full exam and shared her assessment, but that he’d need a CT scan Monday morning to get pictures of the condition she suspected. But with insurance, the CT scan copay would be $1100 and B said, “No.” So he’s been telling me because we don’t have that available, there must be another answer. And B also keeps telling me that instead of it being about his health, perhaps it’s entirely about ME and my need to put my faith into trusting God and resting in him instead of burdening myself with worrying about things over which I have no control. B has three goose eggs where his head hit the tile and he’s confident he didn’t get concussed, but all things considered, I think the gooseeggs are minor in the grand scheme.
Our pets are so at-ease about everything. I mean, they’re intuitive and seek to comfort when one of us is not well, but they don’t wring their paws with worry. Dear God, thank you for my husband and thank you for protecting him when he fell. Thank you also that this situation was not worse and please help me in my faith. And please help me to be like our pets and be at peace, Lord trusting and being at peace in you as they trust in us.
Have you had a similar situation with your spouse? How did you prepare or deal with this type of situation when you were in it or after the fact?
Our baby update and other stuff
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Babies, Faith, Inspiration, Maintaining Faith, MS, Uncategorized on August 11, 2016
We still have custody of Baby D. She turned six-months a bit ago and we started giving her solids. This child is a pig, disguised as a baby. Lol. No, really. If her current length is indicitive of height as an adult, she’ll definitely be tall. She smiles and laughs a lot with us and gets a lot of enjoyment from watching our resident critters. In recent days, she’s started to look like she’s going to crawl, but then changes her mind to flop onto her tummy or turns onto her back. Because I guess the effort to crawl is just too taxing for a six-month-old. I’m not by any means trying to predict what the end outcome will be for the end-story of her living with us, but as we’ve watched Baby D thrive and her birth-mom refuse to get clean, things might be leaning toward Baby D becoming ours.
We’ve had many changes in addition to Baby D joining our household mid-February. In March, we said farewell to our elderly pup, Ming Foo. Then early spring, after much prayer, God lead us to leave the church we attended the last three years and taught Sunday School to start-over at a new church. We were having a rough time creating a network of friends we could depend on to mutually encourage in our faith and trade baby/child sitting. Then in July, we had to say goodbye to another pet, our elder kitty, Hi-5, a polydactyl, who found us as an unclaimed stray in ’01. We’ve grieved all our pets, but his loss has been especially rough as he was the final pet in our original brood, that my husband and I adopted in our first home close to 20 years ago.
You know I have MS, but something you don’t know is since roughly the beginning of this year, I’ve kept my eyes on all the available different/new MS treatments. I’ve been doing injections since ’97, but I’m tired of injections. I want something that doesn’t require a needle, but based on side-effects, I’m not ready to deal with the issues one of the pill options might give me. My neurologist calls it ‘needle fatigue’. The first 15 years were daily injections, not including the weekly B-12 injections. If my calculations are accurate, I’ve done nearly 8,000 injections to myself in the last 20 years. It’s no wonder I’m tired of needles! Not to mention all the lipoatrophy that’s become obvious as a result of the limited menu of injection sites available… So, I’ve applied to be a candidate for a newer MS treatment. We pray about pretty much everything and have been praying that this treatment will be approved. This newer treatment has provided quite a bit of encouraging results. It’s an IV treatment for five days, wait a year, do it again and that’s it. As in no more MS related treatment IV’s and no more injections! EVER! Yay! What an incredible blessing this could be!
Being full-time mom for Baby D, settling into a new church, dealing with Baby D’s mom accosting me, losing pets, researching a new MS treatment, family related drama-for which I’ve been blamed and another sick pet have all contributed unwelcome stressors and I fell backward into white-knuckling everything once again, fearing everything. As B and I were talking last night, more than anything, this compilation of stuff on my plate with no resources to whom I can reach-out for a little help, has made it very obvious, God has sustained me through all of it. And the thing with Baby D’s mom getting in my face, God protected me through it because I recently found out, the mom’s record includes assaulting people. Thank you, Lord for protecting me and therefore, us because Baby was just sitting behind me in her carrier, protected when that happened.
He has a plan and I need not stress about anything: my life, Baby D, my husband, our pets, a new treatment, etc. I’m hopeful, but I also must rest in his devine answers and timing.
Our world has been sufficiently rocked.
Posted by crusaderjennblog in adoption, Faith, family, Jesus, lifestyle, Living with MS, Maintaining Faith, marriage, prayer, Uncategorized on March 10, 2016
No, really. Two months into the new year – by the way – tangent warning, I really hate resolutions – read last new year’s entry rant why I have never made a resolution because if I want to make changes, I just do it and do not require a calendar date to keep a countdown, keep me motivated or keep me accountable, etc. What I did do was make a commitment to myself to become active again in addition to my existing regimen of weights and stationary biking. I swam competitively through high school and college, but recently determined I’d do something different and start running. Because I could. For years, I’ve been scared to try because of that whole stint in a wheelchair for five years, but got over myself and tried to run and guess what?! I did. My husband has always been my biggest and best cheerleader and talked me into being fitted for proper running shoes based on the correct support for our surrounding terrain. I did get fitted, then researched price, ordered and as an added benefit, those running shoes are even the colors of my Seahawks! Yay for me and GO HAWKS!! But the colors were never even a real consideration. So those new running shoes arrived and I initially wore them at the gym on the treadmill, assessed and was confident that I could in fact run. I mapped out my running route in the neighborhood to start the following day and then God ripped the carpet from under me and said, “Jenn, I have other plans for you” when we received an unexpected call later that evening.
You might recall a previous post about a year ago that I finally shared with my husband the snapshots that I’d seen for the prior twelve plus months. Remember? After I shared that little tid-bit of info, B essentially sat me at the table with a bright light shining on me to question me and determine how serious I was,then after the FBI- style interrogation, he determined I was on the up and up because that’s how completely unexpected it was for B to hear me mention, “Well maybe we’re still here because we’re supposed to adopt a child.” Eleven years ago, after the failed attempt to adopt a baby from China, when a year into the process we were declined to adopt because of my MS, the subject of children in our own home had become the topic of which we no longer spoke. So imagine how unexpected the suggestion nearly a decade later…
As Christians we seek God’s will and pray for God’s prompting for major decisions, but with my ‘epiphany’ we were even more resolved to make sure that this vision was really from the Almighty. The weeks following the ‘interrogation’ were filled with prayer and research and then in July 2015, we began the 10-week journey to become licensed for foster to adopt through the state. In addition to a plethora of info, we obtained CPR/First Aid certifications, reinstalled the pool-fencing, had two home-studies, installed the necessary magnet locks and fire-extinguishers, obtained a crib and the path was smooth-sailing, confirming yet another answer that what we were doing was indeed, God-led.
However, what had become disappointing after completing the class and list of tasks was the continued delay of getting licensed since our social worker had estimated that would happen before the new year, but we did not hear a thing for weeks later. One of our class members had set up a closed social networking group that was created for our training class only. Many of our class-members posted pictures of their newly acquired foster munchkins. I may be kind of sort of admitting that the green monster had more than likely, undeniably and most definitely bit me. Hard. I’m blessed to have a spiritually strong husband with excellent discernment. Most of the time I operate on logic, but there was nothing about this situation that ever spoke logic, so that overwhelming left-brain-ness went right impulsively emotional on me. B helped me realize that the green monster’s name was “Obama” when I had this sense of missing out on my fair share, but once again my wise husband pointed out that this entire process was about stretching our faith in God’s timing by not taking control where those control-freak tendencies might have in the past.
Back to that unexpected call… Our licensing social worker finally called in February that the center had received a baby. A baby!?! A baby. A baby was never on my radar because those visions were always of a toddler. But what then came to me was that our licensing SW said in class was that “adoption may not happen with your first placement…,” but I also thought this could be good experience for both of us. B had those same thoughts, called the case worker, we asked many questions, after which we prayed and determined we’d pick-up that baby the following morning. Talk about a world-rocking situation… Most people have nine months to prepare for a newborn. You know that whole thing of what to expect when you’re pregnant? We had 12 hours. But, here we are weeks later, very much operating as ships-passing-in-the night-zombie-mode, if that is a real condition. We are sleep-deprived starved and ‘conversations’ have become limited to Neanderthal-like grunts and groans of exhaustion. Lord, I apologize to any Neanderthals out there who read blogs, let alone have the wherewithal to take offense at my very tired sense of humor.
Next you might read about the monopoly of over-priced “Baby” targeted gear.
