Showing posts with label Doctors and Data. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doctors and Data. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2016

Keep On Truckin'

Well hi there!

I knew it'd been a while, but I didn't think it was THAT long of a while.

But it was.

And here we are.

Thanksgiving came and went.  We ate.  We were happy.  I made bone broth outta the big ole' bird, and we're still using it.  Most likely because I freeze most of the jars down in the basement fridge and promptly forget about them.  And also probably because I am not utilizing my crockpot for wintery-soupish-goodness like I should be (and if you didn't get the connection, the wintery-soupish-goodness would most likely use a liquid base, i.e. - bone broth in this house!).

But I DID just pull out some bone broth to have by itself to try to conquer the nasty-ass cold I suffered from the week after Roger got done with his heart shenanigans.  I'll get to that in a minute...

First, here's a peek at Thanksgiving (and bone broth!):

RJ's preschool Thanksgiving

Our Thanksgiving

Small kids' table

The Rogers sharing a piece of pie

Mmmm Bone Broth


So that was November, mostly.  We did a LOT of cool homeschool stuff in November, but I am considering making a side blog (linked to here, of course) to post just our homeschool stuff.  'Cuz I know my Mom likes to see that stuff... also because it's nice to have as a reference to look back on, and actually, according to the stats, there are quite a few people who check in here regularly (Hi!).  So, if you care about what we're doing over here for school, it'll be there, instead of mixed in with all our family stuff and whenever I decide to rant about things.

Here's some other randomness we did in November:


I made gluten-free sourdough bread!  With a starter and all.  GF bread just isn't the same as real bread, so I won't be doing this too often.  We actually don't eat much bread as a family anymore at all, which I think is a plus. 

These sisters got in trouble for still being up when they're supposed to be sleeping.

Chase's 7th & 8th Grade Band had a really cool Star Wars themed concert. 

And... we went to Home Depot!  Okay, fine, that happens ALL THE TIME. 


December was taken up mostly by Roger's cardiac ablation surgery, which, let me sum this up in the shortest way possible, was going great until they found other issues while in there with the catheters, and then so they took an extra long time and eventually decided that they should pass him on to a more experienced doctor down the big ole' city.  So the poor guy had 2 separate ablations performed, 5 days apart, with him having to LIE STILL (totally the worst part for this ever-moving guy), BUT... his heart is, dare I say, practically beating normally??  Why, yes it is!  It's so weird, actually, because he has always had this wonky, crazy all-over-the-place heartbeat as long as I've known him.  We'll see what comes of his follow up testing to get the real picture.  

Then Christmas!  

Grammy & Grandpop sent Riley and RJ the most fun gift... a book to open every day of December!  We had so much fun with this! 


Tricker, our Elf, even came to the hospital to watch over Roger.


Look at that regular old boring heart rhythm! Woohoo!


I took a picture of this sign, after traveling up and down by elevator 5 times to the cafeteria in half an hour... once for sushi, and 4 times for the frozen yogurt that my hungry husband kept asking for more of.  Not eating for 19 hours does not go over very well with him. 


We made chocolates. 


Overnight crockpot breakfast casseroles are our go-to when hosting family Christmas morning. 


Santa came! 


Christmas mess!  


Homeschool Blog link coming up soon.  I hope! 


Monday, September 22, 2014

Congrats, You Have Asthma

No, really, you have Asthma.  You.  Yes, you.... the reader of this post.

Because, according to what I was told at The Big, Giant Kids' Hospital around here that shall remain unnamed (but that you can probably guess), if you've ever had a respiratory infection, you have Asthma.

Isn't that neat, folks?

This answer wasn't forth-coming right away, of course.  This was after lots of "Whys, What-Ifs, and Buts..." from yours truly.  I'm probably a doctor's worst appointment of the day since I challenge them so much.  But my line of questioning got the Doc to explain, the definition of Asthma has been changed.  Apparently to include EVERYONE.  Because if you've ever had a respiratory infection, you might have Asthma, so they just changed it to say you have Asthma, so they can treat you for Asthma, and then, in the case that you have REAL Asthma, well, you would already be treated for it.

Isn't that darn convenient for the medical world.  Does anyone else see those giant dollar signs floating around in the air or is it just me?  I must be hallucinating...

So let's back up a minute here.

I had scheduled an appt for Riley to see a new asthma doctor in September.  I scheduled this in May, but if you have a truly sick kid and want to go to the Big, Giant Kids' Hospital Docs, you better hope your kid ain't that bad, 'cuz you're gonna wait for that appointment.  This would be the 3rd Asthma Doc I would be taking her to.  And I had a new approach.

I called them and lied.  Said this was the first time she was being seen for Asthma.  Said that she had some respiratory illness when she was 2, and that the ER doc had said she couldn't be tested for Asthma until she was 4, and now she was 4, which were all true.

I gave them the facts, that 3 times, one month apart each, in early winter of 2013 when she was 2 yrs old, she had been to the ER, and diagnosed with 3 different respiratory illnesses. She had been given the diagnosis of RAD (reactive airway disorder), which at the time I was ok with, it simply reflected that she had experienced a cluster of respiratory illnesses in a short period of time.

Then I lied.  I did not disclose that she had been seen and tested for pulmonary function by 2 other doctors.  I felt bad about lying.  But I wanted a clean slate approach.  I had learned from seeing Doc #2 that going in with records from Doc #1 means you're likely to get the same answer, just on her letterhead.

So after all that waiting for that appt, we went.  Her additional history was that she had no major issues since early 2013.  They tried telling me that if she had been around a lot of other little kids, she probably would've had more exposure, a chance to get sick.  I told them she had attended a full year of 3 yr old preschool.    "Oh" she said.  "Well that sure would be full of germs."   I also mentioned there were 2 more siblings who were not present.  She agreed that a household of six can definitely host some germs.

They told me that the pulmonary function test could be done, but that the national database of comparison for the results starts at age 5, meaning any data would be skewed because of her age.  (The previous two docs had both done the PFT, at age 2 and 3, and given me results that were less than desirable, which was probably due to the fact that they were comparing them to 5 yr olds.)

So we did the PFT.  I crossed my fingers that Riley wouldn't blow my cover and say she had done this before.  She didn't.  And she was a rockstar with following the instructions, of course.

Her PFT showed 100% lung functioning.  None of the "deficient lower lung function due to severe asthma" as one doc had said.

They also did the scratch test for environmental allergies, as they could be a trigger for asthma.

Nothing came up.  Lucky her, to not have the animal danders and pollen allergies that I suffer from.

Great, I thought.

The Doc reviewed everything with me.  No ER visits since early 2013.  Lots of exposure from own household, community, preschool with no adverse illness resulting.  No environmental allergy triggers.  100% lung function on the PFT.

In the clear, surely, right?  My whole goal of coming (besides the fact that I had fired her last Doc for all the food allergy non-information she gave me about RJ) was to get the "Rule Out," the answer that nope, she doesn't have asthma.  Thanks for coming.  See you never again.

Of course, although I surely don't WANT my child to have asthma, if it turned out that a 3rd Doc said she did, and had the data and tests to prove it, I would accept it and manage it and account for it in everything we did, like the responsible Mom I am.

 I was in good spirits, as everything seemed to be looking up.

The Doc left the room, came back and handed me a folder with the hospital's name on it, and inside were some print-outs.

"Managing Your Child's Asthma"
"Riley's Treatment Plan"
Two prescriptions - for a daily steroid inhaler and more albuterol.

With a smile on her face, she started to sweetly explain to me that even though her PFT was great, and we've had no problem for well over a year, Riley probably still has Asthma.

I think I was more confused than mad at this point.  "I don't understand," I said.  "How you can tell that she still has Asthma?"

"Well, we don't really know."

"So then why does she get the diagnosis of Asthma? Why do you want her on a steroid inhaler?"

Another sweet smile.

Trust me, that smile was not returned.

She has to think about her answer, and she says, "Due to the new definition that we talked about earlier, we can't be sure that Riley won't have another problem.  It's better to use the medicine and prevent it in the meantime."

"So..." I say, "you want my kid on a steroid every day to prevent something that we don't know for sure she has?  Isn't it more likely that in early 2013 she had a virus that caused the respiratory illness in her small, 2 yr old, still developing lungs, and that perhaps that virus didn't fully clear, and flared again the next month, and the next until she finally got it out of her system?"

Am I being an asshole?  Maybe.  I feel like one.  But there is this incredulous feeling in me, I just cannot believe that a Doctor, who went to medical school, who swore under the Hippocratic Oath to HELP people and never to do harm, thinks this is the best option for my kid.)

"Well, it's a very light steroid.  It really doesn't do much," she retorts.  She's getting a little defensive now.

"If it really doesn't do much, than why bother at all?"  I quip.  "My husband and I are not the type to run our kids to the doctor for every scratch and sniffle, and we consider medicine to be a last-resort.  We believe that allowing the body to manage and deal with most common germs is beneficial for us, in addition to eating right and avoiding processed foods in order to boost our immune systems, and actually, we're much healthier in general since we've adopted this attitude.  We really don't want Riley on a steroid, or anything for that matter.  And based on the results of her pulmonary function test and her history for the past year, it doesn't look like she has Asthma to me."

Doctors love being told how to their jobs, let me tell you.  I watched that sweet smile drip right off her face.

"Well, I'll just give you the scrips instead of calling them in to your pharmacy, you can choose later if you want to fill them..." she says.

She leaves the room.

I can't help but wonder, does she really believe all this?  Are all the Docs in this particular hospital care network like this?  I want to yell at someone, so I decide we'd better get on out of there right quick.  We check out at the desk and they ask me if I need another appointment.  "NO!" I shout, probably a bit too loud.  We head out, and don't look back.



In relating this to my primary care doc at Riley's 4 yr old well check a week later, I gave her my true opinion.  We've had her for years, she's heard all my doctor stories, she knows how I feel about all this.  Sometimes I apologize, after all, here I am doctor-bashing to my doctor.  But I believe her response to me is genuine (probably why she's still our Doc, right?).  And so I ask her, "Aren't doctors supposed to be curing people?  And not handing out medicine like candy??"

"Yes!" she nods, emphatically.  And I believe her.  But while saying so, she has raised her hand, the hand with the manila folder, to cover her mouth, as if someone else in the office might hear.  I don't think she realized she did it, but it was quite telling.  The whole culture of doctoring is in trouble, my friends.

I've also been telling this Asthma Doctor story to my family and friends, and each time I find it just as incredible and sad.  There was a whole waiting room full of parents and children, some tiny babies, too.  How many of them are there but don't need to be?  How many have been scared into thinking something terrible is wrong with their child?  How many are simply trusting these doctors, while wondering why every kid they know sees a specialist now for one thing or another or sometimes a whole bunch?  How many are playing into the "trend" of having sick kids, managing appointments and treatments and complaining on Facebook about how tough their life is?  It's very similar to the "allergy epidemic" where doctors are over-diagnosing with false-positives on tests and assumptions of cause, and fueled by the ever-present threat of liability.  Some of my thoughts and frustrations on the allergy "epidemic" can be found in a previous post here.



Should the blame be on some of these doctors?  Are they really that ignorant of the body, the immune system, the effects of unnecessary medicine?  Are they "forced" into this mindset by hospitals and offices and maybe even colleges that create their culture based on funding by pharmaceutical companies?  In our area, new giant buildings are popping up in every corner, hospital care-networks, they call them.  They advertise more than you could ever have imagined getting from a hospital 20 years ago.  Private rooms, cable TV, a restaurant-esque fully-customized menu, technology and gadgets galore, etc, etc, etc.  There are whole businesses making wild amounts of money off furnishing and stocking these new outfits popping up, not to mention the jobs to build, clean, run and staff them.  But are this many people really that sick?  Or is business just booming and no one at the top making billions wants to stop the gravy train?



I hate sounding like I'm anti-establishment, anti-doctor, anti-technology, anti-medicine.  But I can't help feeling like things are more than a wee bit out of control in the medical world.  Liability-based thinking has led us to a dark place where everyone is sick, no one can be cured, more meds and treatments and appointments are needed to keep everything funded, and a bunch of someones somewhere are getting awful rich off of all these "ill" people.



No matter what anyone else decides, I believe that I'm lucky to have been blessed with enough intelligence to analyze our data and make informed decisions about our family.

Oral antibiotics are considerably rare in this house.  Instead, we increase our water intake (which is all we drink anyway), we make soup, we add black pepper and garlic in great amounts to our food.  We allow fevers to do their jobs (but would seek help for a fever 104 or above), we rest and get fresh air.  We eat probiotics and avoid processed foods, and we avoid all dairy for the duration of the illness.  We gargle with salt water and flush out our boogies.  We don't use over-the-counter meds to "alleviate" the symptoms that our body uses to tell us it is trying to fight a bad germ.  We don't use sanitizer, ever.  Except maybe after using port-o-johns....yuck!  We're not in fear of coming in contact with a daily dose of germs from routine things around us.  We do wash our hands, but not excessively.  Our colds and flus are short, colds never travel down and become major coughs, and no one is worse for the wear.  Perhaps it's luck, but I think it's a good chunk of education and personal health management.

We've gotten rid of some doctors:

Chase's GI issues are non-existent, after some major diet changes and some teaching from his parents.  If the hospital had its way, we'd still be going to 3 month follow-ups, and he'd still be on medicine, doing the gut work for him instead of he and his body working together for resolution. Here's the link that mentions that briefly, it's the same post as Riley and her docs, which is linked below.

Riley doesn't have Asthma.  If she did, we would see shortness of breath and symptoms with running, and other times when she is very active.  If she did, we would have had some respiratory issue at least once, probably more, during the last year and a half where she had, dealt with, and rode out WITHOUT MEDS, at least 7 colds.  But, as I just laid out in this post, the Doc at the Big Hospital wants us to put her on two daily inhalers, one that pumps a steroid into my little girl's developing lungs, just in case she has a problem that may or may not be real problematic Asthma.  No thank you!  If you're curious, here's my post on Riley and her doctors from before.  Mind you, I was still pleased with the second doc at that point... until she saw my son for his supposed "food allergies."  If I hadn't raised any questions, we'd be scheduled for 3-month follow-ups appts from now until forever, and Riley would be on two daily inhalers, possibly affecting her behavior, sleeping habits, daily energy levels, long-term lung-function and development.  She'd be subject to X-Rays of her lungs periodically throughout her life to "check" for asthmatic symptoms.  She'd "have Asthma," meaning I would feel obligated to list this on future forms, to tell all of her activities, sports, and bible camps and they would possibly make a liability-based decision and limit her participation based on this one word.  The label would affect her whole life.  When she isn't showing ANY signs of it.

RJ doesn't have any food allergies at the moment.  If we'd stayed with the first allergist, our house would probably still be peanut and tree-nut free, having been frightened into believing the worst from the doctor who couldn't give us a solid answer.  We'd also be keeping him away from cantaloupe and other melons and the fruit bar in general, frightened of the red-hivey reaction with welts that he got a few times, and in part due to his inability to communicate at his young age to tell us exactly what he was feeling.  Here's the link again for the first of those posts.  Our down-to-Earth, super-practical, old-skool 2nd Allergy Doctor helped us get an answer, quite easily, I might add, and so now we don't have to live in fear of food and cross-contamination, like so many other parents who could possibly be in the same situation as we were, where there is an assumption of an allergy based on inaccurate results.  Please don't think for a moment that I'm down-playing the actual, rare life-threatening allergies that some do have, because I'm not.  Even just feeling that we were there for that brief amount of time back in February was so terrible and scary and draining that I wouldn't wish it on anyone, and for all those true-allergy Moms out there (who need to wade through the mess and opinions left by the wolf-crying Bumper Sticker Moms) who need to make sure their child is safe every day, well, I give them loads and loads of credit.

Because I am challenging some of the educated and respected doctors of our society, I review all the info with myself often.  Sometimes I doubt myself, and have to review and review again and again.  If I'm wrong, I would be making poor choices for my family's health.  But I don't think I've made any poor choices yet.  I've made my own educated, researched, reviewed, and informed choices, even though I would never advocate for anyone else to "be their child's doctor."  What's right for me may not be right for someone else.
I do encourage every parent or person to ASK questions, bring their OWN research, GET a second opinion, or a third, and DON'T settle for an answer if you don't think it's correct.  Just because someone has successfully made it through medical school, doesn't mean they're able to make the best decision for YOUR child every time and you have every right to challenge their decision or go somewhere else.

Thanks for reading another super-long post by the Mom with 4 kids who don't have GI issues, Asthma, or food allergies.  Anymore, that is...

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Return from the Funny Farm and Food Allergy Fun, Part 3

Hey, you can't start here... that's like cheating!  This is the 3rd installment of a 3-part series... try:
Bumper Sticker Moms and Food Allergy Fun, Part 1 

and 

A Texas Road Trip and Food Allergy Fun, Part 2.  

If you've done that, then read on...!

So after we traveled back from the deep south, back into spectacularly low temperatures and snow (what were we thinking??), we unpacked, got out our winter gear, found our routine again and I promptly realized that I had signed up to work in Riley's classroom... every Thursday in March.  RJ's allergist is only in our local office on Thursdays.  Bah.  

So I moved the peanut challenge appt, from days away, all the way until the end of the month.  I had taken him to our primary right after we got back, his weight was down nearly 2 pounds, doesn't sound like a lot, but when you only weigh 24 pounds to begin with, it makes a bit of a difference.  We discuss the confusion.  We totally love our primary, I always say I wish she would just go back to school and become every kind of specialist we need.  But we still have no answers, and she's not qualified to give them. 

I'm glad I pushed off the challenge appt, it doesn't sound right to me, something's still missing, and I sort of need a break.  

We're still cautious about peanuts, but not as much, meaning peanut butter is back in our house and I don't check every label with a magnifying glass.  Gluten is back in, we as a family have been discussing carbs and sugars for some time, and cutting back on both of those slowly, so we focus more on that as a whole rather than having to watch what RJ eats.  He still hasn't had any of the 3 things from that day he went to the hospital - apples, peanut butter, or cantaloupe.  

2 weeks later, I can't wait any longer.  Mama Rebel has moved in, and she has a plan.  I decide to start in order of less scary to potentially scary.  

March 16 - RJ gets sliced apple for lunch.  I take a picture of him eating, then at 5 minutes, 20 minutes, 45 minutes, 1 hour and later than night.   Nada.  




March 18 - RJ gets cantaloupe for lunch.  I do the same thing with pictures, and low and behold, Dr. Mom gets an answer.  



I feel validated... there IS actually something going on, I'm not crazy!  I also feel sad, that my little boy reacts like this.  And I feel scared, what else could make this happen to him?  And most of all, how bad can this get?  

Dr. Google isn't much help, cantaloupe allergy seems quite rare, and most google answers have to do with Oral Allergy Syndrome, which his symptoms are not representative of.  I, of course, in my mad googling, happen to stumble on the few blogs of moms whose severely-allergic kids have had near-death experiences, which only manages to further scare the shiz-nits out of me.  (I sort of wish those blogs didn't get so popular, I think they end up fueling the food allergy issue, especially the false positives, not to mention scaring parents everywhere... )

March 20 - Just to round out my data, since he DID react to cantaloupe, all testing was negative, and I KNOW he's been accidentally exposed without a problematic reaction, I give him a fingerful of peanut butter with his lunch.  I was still nervous, as the hospital staff and allergist's office staff's reactions and their sureness that it was peanuts was still engraved in my brain, and peanuts can be such a scary allergy. 

**PLEASE NOTE HERE - I AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, ADVOCATING THAT ANYONE EVER TRY THEIR OWN FORM OF ALLERGY TESTING IF THEY SUSPECT THEIR CHILD HAS AN ALLERGY, ALWAYS CHECK WITH YOUR DOCTOR.** 

RJ had no reaction to the peanut butter.  


With data in hand, I compiled a 7 page document, starting with the day in the hospital, red fingers and cheeks at Chuck E. Cheese, arm welts after a party, all the way up to and including my Rebel Tests.  Dates, times, descriptions, labels and pictures.  My husband said I was insane.  But I thrive on data.  

I waited a few days and called the allergist's office.  I politely explained to the receptionist that I sort of did my own testing... "yes, I know the doctors don't like that... yes, I had benadryl and an Epi-Pen...yes.... ok... well...so, what I need is to change that challenge appt to a regular follow-up....yes... ok, good, thanks."  

We go to the appt and I hand the nurse a copy of my 7-page report.  When the doctor comes in, she is nearly speechless... "I've...I mean, I've never, ever, had anyone come in so prepared...this...this timeline... with pictures... this...this is great," she says.  I really can't tell if she's actually impressed or if she's mocking me.  Or maybe she just knows that I made her job easy.  I have no idea.   

We talk.  For a while.  She says page 5 (that's my testing and the cantaloupe pics) does look like a reaction. She gives me a few options.  I walk out of there and get in the car and get home, and I'm like, wait a minute... what just happened?  Give him food and see what happens?  Give him claritin every day just in case?  Umm, no.  Not really sure how I walked out of there without an answer, but I did.  Now I'm mad again.  Mad and staying away from the fruit bar.  

In the next few weeks we try honeydew... nothing... watermelon... nothing.  Just the bad, evil, cantaloupe so far.  I happen to be talking to a friend one day, who's just come back from taking her kids to a new allergist, a new allergist who tells her that her kids actually have no allergies, this after having her son over-tested, plus not being informed about high rates of false-positives (especially in young patients), and basically misinformed about the occurrence of true food allergies.  Listening to her describe this new doctor's matter-of-factness... I like him already.  Turns out he's in the same practice, but I'd have to travel about 25 minutes away to a different location.  I make an appointment pronto.  

He is everything I hoped he would be.  Matter-of-fact, direct, no sugar-coating, no iffyness, and he comes with a great bedside-manner and some humor.  According to him, no one should be just openly tested for everything.  False positives on skin tests are around 40% or higher, based on all kinds of factors.  Many people that react on skin tests can still be exposed regularly, or eat the foods (if it's a food test) and not have a problem.  He himself gets a giant skin reaction for peanuts, but eats peanut butter every morning.  I silently wish all the Bumper Sticker Moms could meet this guy so he can tell them how it really is.  He looks over my 7 pages of data, and asks if I want a skin test for cantaloupe.  

Absa-friggin-lutely. 

The skin test is negative.  It's slightly red, but not big enough to count.  I'm confused.  Really, I am.  The doc comes back in and gives me the facts.  Skin Tests have a high false positive rate, as mentioned, but only a 1% false negative rate.  As he looks over all my data, he tells me that some people get hives with a virus.  It can come and go for hours, days, weeks.  It can have welts with it, too.  It can appear just like allergy hives, and present just like anaphylactic hives.  Some kids are just hive-makers, he says.  It's not anaphylaxis, and usually isn't a problem.  I wonder out loud why no one, no doctor especially, has told me this before?  Why I haven't been given this as even a "maybe" from the hospital or other doctors?  Why I've been made to believe in full that my kid was allergic to something, and have spent the last 2 months going batty and worrying and wondering what in the hell he is reacting to?  He lets me vent, and says only that I should have came to him in the first place, this he says with a grin.  

And after I vent, then I say, "So... look at page 5, are you saying that he just happened to react to a virus randomly after eating cantaloupe at two different times?"

He grins again, "Nope.  Not at all."  He goes on... he has a handful of cantaloupe-allergic patients.  At least one of them falls in that 1% that doesn't react to the skin test, so it's still possible, and we can make sure.  He says I can challenge at home and call with results, or I can come back next week and challenge in the office.  Although I was brave before, with the knowledge that I've seen him react to the cantaloupe plus the fact that he can't communicate to me what he's feeling, I opt for the office challenge.  And this way, there'll be some doctor's notes either way!  

Today, May 1 - We go in, armed with a container of cantaloupe, for RJ's challenge.  I am nervous.  I know we'll get something, I've seen it with my own eyes.  But I don't know how bad it can get, or whether the doctor can even tell me how vigilant we'll need to be in the future.  I just want to know.  And what if we get nothing?  Then what?  I hate unknowns.  

He eats 3 small pieces.  15 minutes go by.  Nothing.  He eats 5 small pieces.  Thank the Lord he is cooperating.  We've brought Thomas trains, Mickey books, coloring books, his picture flash cards that he loves and the iPad.  He blowing through my stash of ideas right fast.  But he's eating the darned cantaloupe.  

15 more minutes.  Nothing.  

7 more small pieces.  15 minutes.  Nothing.

The nurse asks about a small red spot on his face and calls the doc.  He says it's nothing.  I'm less nervous, but more confused than ever.  Great.  So he's not allergic.  BUT THEN WHAT THE HELL MADE HIM ALL RED??

   The nurse pops in and says just 15 more minutes and you can go.  By now we're done with the toys and books and trains and singing and have now discovered that standing on the chair and flipping the light on and off is just fantastic.  I'm just plain confused and waiting.  I've accepted that I look like a jackass, and that maybe it's not the cantaloupe.  But it still doesn't make any sense!  

The nurse comes back in after 15 minutes and after a fight with RJ to leave the light on... his arms are red.  Totally red.  His ears are red, his pinky finger is red where he grabbed the fruit off the fork, his cheeks are red.  We take off his shirt, and he is RED.  Splotches all up and down his tiny little back.  




Hallelujah...and WTF, all at the same time.  I am tired of having my opinion being flip-flopped!  I allow myself to feel slightly validated, again.  Finally, a nurse AND a doctor to SEE what happens to my kid when he eats cantaloupe.  It's not just me sounding like a looney-tunes.  

But I am mad, once again.  I do not want Food Allergies!  

My new fave doc returns, takes stock, and tells me that he's having a histamine reaction... of the non-allergic type.  

Explain, please.  

Some people do this, he says.  They react to components of different fruits (the body is confused), with a histamine reaction that makes them all red, but it's not the anaphylactic, life-threatening, Epi-Pen kind.  Many adults react like this to wine.  (I know lots of these!)  Young kids are not bothered by it, but sometimes teenagers and adults are self-conscious and so they avoid certain fruits.  Or go around telling people they are "allergic."  

He may have it forever, he may grow out of it.  He may react like this to other fruits someday, he may not.  

Ok.  I am OK with this.  It's an answer.  It's SOMETHING.  (And... I'm NOT crazy...!)  And it's not terrible.  I instantly feel sorry for all the moms that DO have to deal with real and scary and terrible food allergies, because even having the smallest taste of that, the thought, the idea of it happening to MY kid, was God-Awful.  And shame on those who think it's a trendy club, a reason to point out THEIR kid, something that makes their kid special, because they have no idea what it's really like. 

Before we leave the office, the only thing I want to know is... is this something that is known to turn into the true, scary type of allergy?  Honestly, this is all I ever wanted to know.  How worried do we need to be, on a daily basis, now, ever?  

Doc says that the data say No.  Not typically.  Not to say that it can't, or won't.  But not typically.  

And I thank him.  For answers.  For being forthcoming with information.  For not just shooing me aside, for going further and pushing the envelope until we had an ANSWER.  For doing his job as a DOCTOR.  I mean, shit, this is what he gets paid for, right?  



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Texas Road Trip and Food Allergy Fun, Part 2

Fair Warning:  This is continued from a previous topic, see Bumper Sticker Moms and Food Allergy Fun, Part 1 for the beginning.

So we did go and get that blood test on Peanuts, right before we left on our 10-day road trip to Texas for Aunt 'Ria's wedding.  Figured it'd be nice to know, right?  Also on it was the Celiac's panel, and just for shits and twiddles, a test for type of histamine over-reaction type thing.

I went crazy for a few days researching, preparing, separating and marking RJ's food.  Here's pictures of my insanity:


The full spread of packed snacks for everyone else.  Fruit mixed in with the carby-kid treats that we usually don't buy, like Cheetos, BBQ Chips and Peanut-Butter TastyKakes.


RJ's  peanut and tree-nut and gluten-free food is in a separate large lunch tote, in baggies marked with big Sharpie X's.  I feel like an idiot doing this, but if I'm gonna do it, better do it right.  I shop that crazy aisle in the store and try to match up the "look" of the snacks with stuff his sibs are getting so he doesn't feel left out.



We started out on a Sunday morning, 2 bottles of Benadryl and 2 Epi-Pens along for the ride.  


RJ wouldn't eat.  He barely drank anything.  He throws every snack offer on the floor.  Was he just pissed because he wasn't used to the foods that were gluten and nut free?

He fussed a bit, and we thought - wow, this is going to totally suck major ass if he cries like this for the whole trip.

But he didn't.





The DVD player that came with the car, that we didn't want but knew would be FANTASMIC on long road trips, was a lifesaver for the little guys.  Big kids can totally do without movies on the road, even for hours (although you wouldn't think so based on all the moms who pop a movie in for EVERY car ride...).  They can read, do crossword puzzle books, sing songs, listen to music, etc, etc, etc.  But kids under 5 have a much tougher time, a lot in part to due with the fact that they are stuck in one position in their seat.  So, yeah, animated Disney movies especially, are super great for keeping the car quiet and parents functional on long car trips.


We spent our first two nights in Sapphire, NC at a Wyndham Vacation Resort (finally using those racked up points!) that offered Gem Mining on site (see... science... who needs school?)





It had it's own ski hill and lift.  We didn't ski.  We didn't bring clothes for that.  We were trying to get AWAY from the snow.  We hit the indoor pool instead and Rog and I took turns relaxing in the hot tub.



 Later that day, I accidentally ate one of those TastyKake peanut butter cakes that I just KNEW were going to be a problem (meaning I knew I couldn't NOT eat one), so when RJ got up to nurse in the middle of the night, I was ready for it.  Low and behold, he turned red, got benadryl and still yakked all over the place. Throwing up directly after coming in contact with the offensive item.  He throws up only his last intake when this happens, so other chunks, no previous stomach contents, and has no diarrhea.  Just like before. Totally fits with the PB thing, right?  Making sense for a PB allergy, except that he tested negative.





Day 3 we headed further south into Georgia.  Not until we crossed the state line did we actually see grass.  It took 11 whole hours south to get away from the snow.  This was an exciting day as we were meeting Aunt Heidi and cousin Brayden at Legoland:



  

 and then going back to Aunt Heather and Uncle Jim's house to stay over with another cousin, Jackson.  Legoland was small, but fun for Lego-lovers.  We built and raced cars, played in giant Legos, and big kids attended a workshop on how to make the SuperBrick.  My stepsister Heather made an awesome dinner for everyone and Chase and Indigo went to have a sleepover at Brayden's house.

We woke up and prepared for a day at the Aquarium with Aunts Heidi and Connie, Tia (also known as Aunt Chelsea) and Brayden.  Atlanta has a HUGE aquarium with lots of cool and even rare sea animals.

We watched the dolphin show which was a major hit with all of us.  After hours of fun there, the Atlanta locals split off and us Northerners went to visit the Coca-Cola Factory, something I remember doing from my childhood.  It was, of course, totally redone from 18 years ago, but very cool and interesting.  The tasting room was everyone's favorite part, except Riley, who had no self-regulation, as seen below with a yucky-feeling belly.





Day 5 we woke up and learned that 3 of the people we had been in contact with the day prior were sick - some sort of stomach flu it seemed.  We didn't know if they got it from us (although none of us were sick yet) or if we were in imminent danger of the yak-attack.  We said good-bye and thank you and headed on our way - off to New Orleans, a place even I had never been to.

Somewhere in Alabama, Riley decides her belly doesn't feel well.  We put a towel on her lap and keep going.  7 hours from Atlanta to New Orleans.  Flat roads and sunshine.

Riley makes it to right about the state line from Alabama to Louisiana and throws up chunks (including the gummy sharks from the Aquarium gift shop - seriously, those things NEVER digest) all over the towel, her shoes, the car floor and a few board books.  Pull over, clean up, get moving.  She yells again shortly after and we squeeze into the Louisiana welcome center.  She and I run, and she barfs in front of the welcome center door.  It's bright green.  I consider taking a picture for my sis-in-law who loves bright green, but I decide against it as we're out of time.  She barfs a few more times on the way to the bathroom.  We clean up, she says she feels better, and we even manage to snap a picture of all of us with a statue of the state of LA.  Riley's smiling pretty good for just involuntarily giving up her $3.79 gummy sharks.




An hour from N'Orleans, Indigo is lying down... and turning shades of green.

Well guess what, folks?  We'll be ordering in tonight.  No sight-seeing in N'Orleans for this carload.  The girls spend their evening yakking, sometimes at the same time.  Thank goodness we are staying at another Wyndham resort in a two-bedroom, two bath unit. We order the works from the place recommended for authenticity by the front desk crew, since we won't spend any money seeing the town.  Alligator sausage, Fried Catfish Po-Boy, rice and beans, jambalaya, etc.


Seriously, the place was gorgeous.  



The girls obviously don't eat, somehow I manage to enjoy my meal in between jumping up to hold little girls' hair over the can.  New Orleans looks pretty cool from out the window... and it's 78 degrees. 




Riley's belly is empty by bedtime.

I put together the Kid Bags to keep the kiddos busy at Aunt Ria's wedding, which is in two days.  It was easier to pack the ingredients separately rather than the completed bags, that's why I did it a few days in.



I'm whooped.  Hard to go to sleep wondering if the barfers are really done. Indy pukes for the last time at 2:20AM.  She knows it, she says, "I think I'm actually done.  There's nothing left."

5:20 AM Chase comes stumbling in my room holding his stomach and moaning.

Fan-friggin-tastic.

I give him dramamine... not sure if it will work, but worth a shot.  He suffers the car ride to Texas (6 hours) feeling crappy, but never barfs.

Somewhere mid-drive, I got a call from the allergist.  RJ's blood work is NEGATIVE for peanuts (WTF??) and the labs are NEGATIVE for gluten, bacteria, etc, etc - basically anything that could be making him have chronic diarrhea.  So we've got nothing, except that sometimes he reacts. To food. And turns all red. And benadryl makes it better.  So SOMETHING is going on.  She mentions how confusing this all is.  (Honestly, I don't appreciate the thinking-out-loud from my doctor.  If you're confused, can you please keep that to yourself?  I'd like to have a little confidence in your opinion.)  All she can come up with is that he might still be allergic to peanuts, even though the testing shows otherwise.  She changes my follow-up appt to a peanut challenge.  The receptionist then hops on the phone to tell me that my appt will now take HOURS.  Great.  Because my last appt there with him went SO WELL.    

We arrive in the Lonestar State at last.  I text Pat, mother-of-the-bride, and say we're in town but we're not coming near anyone lest we spread the nasties around.  

But we suck at timing, and we run into everyone (I mean, EVERYONE) at the hotel anyway as we check-in, and rudely run away from hugs and smooches.

Saturday morning, day of the wedding, guess who doesn't feel well... ME.  I take dramamine, and feel like a major loop-head all day as we check out the Gulf of Mexico and see some things around town..... like oil factories.  It helps tho with the barfy feeling, and thankfully wears off just as we're getting dressed up for the main event.



We go, the wedding is lovely.  It's pleasant and simple, and beautiful, which is a perfect reflection of Maria.  Jacob is a sweetheart too, they sing to each other during the ceremony and it's really cute.  Somehow Roger keeps RJ mostly quiet.  Head out to the reception.  As I hand out the kid-bags (just bags full of crafts to keep kids busy at weddings) that Maria asked me to put together, the girls I talk to are saying, "Yes, M'am" and "No, M'am".... wow... yeah... I remember this from traveling in the deep south when I was a child.  I mean, my kids are pretty well-behaved, but I gotta get me some of that!!

An hour into the reception, RJ, who's choosing not to eat again (and BTW he's now so skinny that I've made a doctor appt the day after we get back JUST so I can get him weighed on the same scale as before we left) throws green beans on the floor and sticks ONE small piece of pasta in his mouth.

After eating the pasta, Aunt 'Ria comes over to say hi.  "Why is he red?," she says.  Urrgh.  I peer into the dark room to see, and yep, he's red.  30 seconds later he's screaming.  Rog picks him up to try to console him, and he barfs liquid all down the front of both of them.  It's dark enough that no ones else sees, and we run to the bathroom to clean up.  We leave the big kids with family and ski-daddle the heck on out of there.  We did get to eat cupcakes, cuz we did that first (awesome!) and dinner (beef, mashed potatoes, green beans... double awesome).  AND - they had some craft beer there.  Pretty much triple awesome on the food and drink.  

We leave Sunday morning, heading out for our longest drive - 15.5 hours to Seviersville, TN, to another Wyndham.  We really did pretty awesome with our points useage this year! Here's what quiet looks like:



 We picked THIS Wyndham due to the awesome fact that it's connected to the Wilderness resort, which has it's own indoor WaterPark.  Wyndham guests get a wristband and free admission. 


Waterpark was a BLAST.  We rocked it all day.   


Indy on the ropes course outside of the waterpark. 

We order the special from the deli on our walk back to our room, a 42 oz hot fudge brownie sundae.  Skip the nuts, please.  We don't really remember why RJ was so mad about ice cream, but he was.  

The advantages of waterparks are immense.  

Next day, sad to leave the waterpark but knowing we will definitely be back someday, we head out for a 10 hour trip home.  RJ is eating a tad bit better, but just a tad. We haven't had hives since the wedding 2 days prior. 

RJ's weight check appt is early the day after we get home, and his peanut challenge is scheduled 7 days out.  I still think a challenge is silly based on his results, not to mention a waste of my time.  I'm considering just feeding him a peanut while sitting in the hospital parking lot with my Epi-Pen.  Doctors everywhere probably hate my rebel attitude.

To be continued...
Look for Food Allergy Fun, Part 3