Saturday, January 13, 2018

Breaking My Silence...

Drum Roll... 2/1 Update!! First, WHO in the world thought it would be a good idea to do an update on a school day, & no less during science fair???  Oh yea, the girl with a kooky head lol.  Sorry folks, I interrupt this regularly scheduled program for taking data on molding bananas, a child with questionable tummy health, & all the night time stuff since I am flying solo.  Stay tuned!!  I'll update over the weekend when all. the. things. are less consuming.  Please enjoy this lovely music video while you hold... (this is our new favorite for mornings- anxiety/school prep, don't judge.)

"that log had a child" 😂😂😂



Many people are hesitant to talk about having an on-going illness, especially one that is invisible.  Understandable, since most often other people tend to share their self-affirmed opinions, quick fixes, buy my ________, or completely write you off as lazy or looking for a free space.  I've watched it.  Granted some are trying to help in their own way.  I have to admit I used to be one unfortunately (not the "buy my" one, don't start me on that). Then Autism entered our lives and it changed my perspective.  

It hit a deeper level when I became sick with something we couldn't figure out.  We still don't have it completely figured out.  I do already struggle at times as a veteran asthmatic that is induced by allergies/stress/exercise & exacerbated when sick.  I know that stuff, I know the triggers & ways to relieve that work FOR ME (I will stick my neck out to say that an anti-inflammatory diet & certain oils absolutely can improve asthma & allergies in many cases, but I know I might hear flak on that... you may want to stop here then).  

I am breaking my silence for what stole life as I knew it increasingly over the past 4 years.  I know that there is a growing community of people searching for answers and relief like me.  I am kind of a newbie to the diagnosis, but at the same time have a wide knowledge base.  I believe there is power in numbers and hope to link arms as we find answers and encourage each other on this journey.   

Friends & Family, I need to also add this.  Please, think before you speak.  I know it is usually unintentional, but this is a really big deal to me.  I am extremely protective of my kids and know what they can & can not deal with.  This is not for them to know until we have more answers... that is one blessing of this, it is invisible & allows us to preserve them from undue anxiety.  I am fortunate to be able to do everything, for the most part, as usual.  We laugh off when I ask them 7 consecutive times if they brushed their teeth lol.  Luckily I'm already quirky ;)  No one knows any different except me.  Don't asks questions in front of them, it will get cut off... just don't.  

Here we go... not quite four years ago I woke up to a rash on my stomach that over the next couple weeks got bigger & bIgGeR & BIGGER.  You get the picture.  I wish I still had the picture... it would be helpful lol.  Folks, I am terrible at blowing things off, "sucking it up," & pushing through.  I don't see the doc unless I'm dying.  Not really a wise plan of action but in our lifestyle it is what I do.  I used ALL the creams, home remedies, & alternative treatments... no result.  I asked friends & family what they thought, most were thinking ringworm (ewww, What the!!)... then one friend mentioned Lyme.  Sure enough, after looking in the mirror & seeing a classic bullseye, I looked it up and there it was.  I never saw or found a tick on me though.  I am pretty vigilant to wear repellent.   So I went in to the doc.  To my surprise though, the blood test was negative.  I didn't know much about Lyme.  Growing up I heard horror stories about it, but nothing to start from.  So I had to trust the docs.  Luckily my doc knew not to go by the blood test alone because they are not 100% accurate.  After some research, I now know they are quite inconclusive.  There are over 100 different strains and the standard two-tier test using ELISA followed by Western Blot misses the majority (paraphrased).  Not only that, Lyme is so stinking complicated with it's co-infections and multiple systemic impacts.  Many conventional doctors don't know where to start especially if the test is negative & no rash is present.  Anyways, my doctor diagnosed me with Lyme and put me on a round of Doxycycline for a little over a month.  It was rough, I won't lie.  When I finished, I was expecting to slowly feel better, but I didn't.  I waited, figuring it might just take a little longer.  I kept up with a healthy lifestyle of probiotics/vitamins, eating well, & exercising... & just pushed through.  

At the one year mark, I decided it couldn't be right to still feel this way & worse.  It couldn't be all in my head like so many people feel, & I totally get it now.  Some of my joints were so painful to the point I avoided certain types of exercise.  I developed horrible dyshidrotic eczema on my right hand only.  Sunlight in spring made me sympathize with vampires ;) My neck pain was so bad it felt like it could explode at any given time, & laying down even on a pillow felt like a jagged rock.  So I went back to my doc.  She listened & didn't write me off, because she knows if I come to her it must be serious lol.  So she ran ALL the tests.  She mentioned that she believes that sometimes Lyme can cause an autoimmune response.  Well, my nerdy brain gets that.  Makes perfect sense.  Immune activation events, epigenetics... I could talk all the live-long day.  I also didn't want to discredit the possibility that I could still be infected, or re-infected... that's right folks, sad reality is reinfection is possible.  I just so happen to live in a hot zone & those tiny nasties are the size of pinheads.  Needless to say, it has impacted my once very adventurous, outdoorsy side.  So the tests came back with a few deficiencies to work on and a low RA factor.  I started seeing a wonderful chiropractor, & also a Rheumatologist who wanted to slap me with a quick Fibromyalgia diagnosis after only five minutes of seeing me.  Not too impressed... no thanks.  We are going to keep digging.  

Fast forward to year two, I got hit with the worst case of strep I have ever had.  I can get it fairly easily, but this time... heart murmur, Reactive Airway Disease(RAD), intense pain & pressure in the right side of my neck/head, bed rest... all the meds.  I couldn't drive, friends & family stepped in to take care of my family.  Related to Lyme?  I don't know, but I had to wonder.  I am an avid health journaling, researching geek & this wasn't adding up. 
After that, a few things stuck around... RAD, random heart racing/palpitations, the weird neck/head pain & pressure.  Then I started to struggle with binge-eating in the evenings (not fun to admit).  I seemed to be more & more susceptible to Trapezius strains that seemed to turn into continuous nerve pain & tingling in my right arm and hand.  

Then year three hit & the atomic bomb fell.  I honestly felt a bit unsure how much longer my body would hold out for me.  2017, was kind of scary.  I got hit with what seemed like a horrendous flu that left me bed-ridden for a few days.  I don't do bed so this was no joke.  The worst pain I've experienced in a long time all over my body, terrible-debilitating migraines, vertigo, & disorienting symptoms.  As I improved, the migraines & vertigo stuck.  Everyday... all day long.  I struggled to focus, recall, I was forgetting simple & important things... my memory increasingly got worse.  I describe it much like a TV gone static.  Easy words... I couldn't find them.  Easy tasks... I couldn't remember what to do next.  Communicating was humiliating & exhausting & literally painful.  Even when writing it takes twice as long, I write words I'm not even thinking.  Bizarre.  All of my training & research in autism for meetings, workshops, & mentoring... rote memory things, scattered.  Lost.  I had to make hard choices to withdraw from certain things.  I was starting to experience black outs, I would get so much pressure while exercising... especially running that it would overwhelm me.  Sometimes it would happen while I was just standing, & once it happened while I was driving.  I started having the craziest symptoms all on the right side of my body only.  A "catching" & swelling feeling in my abdomen & under my ribcage, pain in my hip & down my thigh, my lady time was intensely worse (sorry guys), neck & back pain- excruciating, electrical-circuiting-pulsing-stabbing sensations up & down the right side of my head & neck & fingering into my eye, cheek bone to nose, & jaw bone to mouth.  My right eye felt bulging & intensely dry all the time, droopy & numb surrounding.  I also started to battle with my mood & painful reactions to sound, which turned into irritation with my kids.  All of this added up within a months time, along with the list of symptoms from previous years.  Back to my doc, another battery of tests & this time an MRI... which came back with deficiencies & an abnormal scan result.  Time to see Neurology.  

Being a fraction of myself, going to the doc, trying to make sense of anything had become challenging.  Luckily, I wrote everything down for reference.  We went over all my symptoms & he explained my scan is characteristic of chronic migraines, but also possibly MS.  Ummmm, what??? What does this mean??? I kind of went numb for a while not knowing what to think about it.  I tried not to look it up because it wasn't written in stone yet, but I also wanted to see for myself if it lined up... unfortunately it does.  He started me on the evaluation journey for MS, test after test... not fun btw.
We also agreed I needed something to help me function better, so I started two medications.  The one I ended up having an allergic reaction to, probably one of the scariest weeks of my life.  After we ditched that, the other med took affect & gave me 3 of the most glorious symptom free weeks I have had in years.  Then I got a stomach bug & unfortunately all the crazy symptoms came back with a vengeance & began to intensify as the year progressed.  Light sensitivity became so bad I couldn't get in the pool with my kids even with strong sunglasses.  I would instantly become dizzy, nauseous, & migrainous.  Insomnia set in in phases, restless legs, night sweats, tremors, spasms, numbness & tingling in my feet/toes, weakness in my legs, chronic inflammatory response, increased reactions to foods/drinks, & by Fall my symptoms started migrating to my left side starting with my head & then adding on my shoulder & side.  We tried increasing the med strength, but nothing.  Unfortunately no single test can diagnose MS, it is quite an extensive process.  We are still waiting & monitoring as of today.

Here's the catch, my Neurologist and I are not convinced.  I am thankful he isn't a quick draw diagnosing type.  My gut keeps pointing me back to Lyme.  Lyme is called the great imitator.  It has a tendency to mimic other diseases and some believe many diseases are misdiagnosed.  Those in the spotlight are Fibromyalgia, RA, MS, ALS, & Parkinsons.  By saying all that I know I just opened the door to ALL the comments since this is a very controversial subject, much like in the Autism world.  I'm quite used to it.  We are all adults here.  I am going to do what I believe is sound & quite possibly heal myself.  End of story.  You see, something I forgot to mention earlier... at year 3, my hubs was diagnosed with Lyme.  The same month I got the "horror flu."  There is an article out there that says Lyme can be transmitted sexually (sorry TMI), but the CDC & most docs say no.  I have a feeling that will change.  So... back to my primary doc, to dig deeper.  She agreed & referred me to Hopkins Lyme Research Center.  Not easy to get into, but my case was bad enough to win entry.  Yay me! lol.  In the Lyme community there are strong feelings about chronic lyme, certain doctors, & the CDC.  I am trying to remain objective but some evidence is pretty infuriating.  Hopkins is currently trying to determine if patients can still in fact be infected post-treatment, or whether these patients who are experiencing on-going, intensified & debilitating symptoms have actually had an autoimmune response to Lyme.  They are calling this response Post Treatment Lyme Disease Syndrome.  I can't say I know enough to have a strong opinion either way.  I believe it is plausible to still be infected.  We are all uniquely different, we can not expect the same protocol to be effective for everyone, especially with severely limited diagnostic testing & treatment options.  I also absolutely believe it is possible for Lyme to trigger an immune activation event, causing a genetic vulnerability to "switch on" an autoimmune response.  So which is it?  Or could it even possibly be both?  How can we improve tests & treatment offered by conventional medicine?  I am currently reading, when I have time (HA!), Dr. Horowitz's book, "How Can I Get Better?"  I have to say it is total deja vu.  So similar to books I have read on Autism regarding biomedical approach.  Eye opening, complicated, frustrating, most treatments not covered by insurance, & maddening to come to the realization that we have added on another complex diagnosis.  

Getting back to Hopkins, treatment for me is the same.  Symptom relief and antibiotics, which have a chance of making you better or worse.  I expressed my desire to wait & that I prefer to start with alternative treatment.  Usually this is when docs insert their "expert" opinions & condescension, but she didn't.  She listened, agreed, & offered supportive information.  

So, this is how I am starting my fourth year.  I am doing Whole30 and my tried & true blood type eating.  Seriously, don't even start... you won't win ;) Research it, test it yourself, it's not a fad & has real results for medical conditions.  I like to call it bad ass, cuz it's absolutely hardcore.  My Hopkins doc supported & recommended magnesium, not just any kind.  I could spend an hour on mag.  It is a big culprit of so many health problems & different types of mag. help different things.  I am using magnesium glycinate.  I am also using Turmeric for inflammation, & Oregano Oil for its natural antibiotic properties.  I will be continuing probiotics & multivitamins.  Obviously what works for one won't work for all.  Make sure you consult with your docs.  This is where I'm starting & will most likely evolve over time.  

So far I am 13 days in, I know it's the 14th, but I'm a bit of a rebel at heart so I couldn't start on the 1st ;)  Here's how things are going so far... (guys cover your ear/eye holes & skip ahead) ladies dealing with Lyme, my "crime scene" time was dramatically better.  I also had a cold that didn't end up exacerbating my usually weird symptoms.  My binge-eating, done.  Light-headed, vertigo symptoms- gone.  Migraines/headaches, electrical, circuiting sensations- mild.  Numbness, drooping, drying, "bulging" in right eye- gone.  Nerve pain, tingling in arms & feet- mild.  Mental clarity/memory is improving.  I do still have pain in my neck (not structural, that was ruled out), but it is better.  I do still have restless legs at night, but mild.  I do still toss & turn at night with some apnea-like issues, but mild.  I do still have a "catching" feeling under my rib.  This only a couple weeks in!  

I have been listening in Lyme circles & outside.  I have read some really great articles, especially this one https://tourwifetravels.com  ...which has a great tip for diagnostic testing.  A local friend diagnosed before me & well-versed has been a great mentor.  She has battled a long list of devastating things.  Another friend, who's wife is fighting similar symptoms advised me on parathyroid.  Never have I heard of this thing!  Wow!  Added to my list.  As you can see, this is all ridiculously time-consuming.  I'm ready for a magic wand. 

I also don't want to overlook talking about prevention.  NAAPALM.  Let's light all those little beasts up!!  Sorry.  She comes out sometimes ;)  Make sure you take precaution, but don't stop living.  Enjoy the outdoors.  It is recommended to wear light colored, long pants & long sleeves, tuck shirt into pants & pants into socks.  Use quality repellents even when just in the yard.  Keep up with pets, brush them often & use repellents.  Check yourself & kids daily during the active season. https://phpa.health.maryland.gov/oideor/czvbd/pages/lyme-disease.aspx 

None of this is to gain sympathy.  I don't need sympathy.  I have had some time though to make peace with it.  Mostly.  At least I see it differently.  Yes, it's not what I want & it has wrecked my way of life, but it has forced me to slow down & concentrate on my family, myself.  I struggle with being a workaholic, coming out of survival mode from deployments.  I have wondered for a long time what my twin boys experience and feel with Autism.  I feel like I am getting a glimpse into their worlds.  A deeper understanding.  I am learning to appreciate things more.  I live more simply & intentionally, most things seem so superficial now.  My faith is stronger.  I have a good healthy freedom from people's opinions of me.  

The reason I am sharing my story is to hopefully help some who are feeling alone in searching.  If you are battling with something invisible, whatever that is... I promise you I've had more than a few.  I hear you.  I feel you.  I understand you.  You are not alone.  We are not alone.  Stand tall.  You are stronger than you think.  You are doing this crazy life thing while feeling like a fraction of yourself... ya know, like life years being sucked from your body like that machine Prince Humperdinck put Wesley on in Princess Bride ;) uhem... sorry, moving on.  Reach out.  Ask for help from those you trust.  Don't give up.  Keep getting up.  Keep moving.  

I'll see you back here February 1st with an update on the results of my 30 days.   








Friday, September 16, 2016

The Next Chapter...

Writing is so important to me & yet I rarely make time for it.  I have close to 20 posts started, but they sit unfinished.  I've had some people ask why.  There are a zillion reasons why that could be, but there is one that is true... not right now.  I have to "lay down what is good to do what is best."  The thing is our family has big changes coming & that needs my focus.  

The only reason I am writing this one is because our change affects more than us & I feel it needs to be shared openly.  Hopefully to help family, friends, & us to process through this & understand the best we can. Since it is nearly impossible to accomplish that in person I am laying it out here. Brace yourself, this one is a bit more somber.  

Change is inevitable, but even knowing that doesn't make it any easier. It's a wild card of emotions. Sometimes it's exciting & other times HATE, pain, sadness... fill in the blank. Grieving stages can creep in, which is expected with our change, & that's more than ok.  We are working through it.  It's healthy & necessary.  Emotions are just part of the human condition, IT'S WHAT WE DO WITH IT THAT MATTERS.  This monster change has us doing all the feels.  It's even harder knowing it's the right thing to do, but it has caused relationships to end.  We can't control how people will respond or make them understand, that's the hard reality.  

Eight years ago, in 2008, we had one of the most terrifyingly intense changes of our lives. Adam came home from his first deployment, a week later Nevaeh was born, we were finishing up the project to add on to my grandparent's house so that we could move beside them & be a support for them, BUT. THEN... the economy crashed, some family got upset about our move beside Nan & Pap (completely understood), the twins were diagnosed with Autism, & so we lost ourselves in all of it.  Just because we knew it was the right thing & we were led to do it, doesn't mean we were promised the way would be easy.  That Goliath change turned out to be THE best thing that ever happened to us; once we worked through it, it transformed us.  Sounds crazy right?? One thing we thought we knew for sure was that we would never move again. That was it for us.  Well we were wrong.  


We find ourselves again being prompted to move on.  It really is kind of incredible how it all has come together, but that aside, it is terribly painful (I'm a mess as I write this) & like 2008, it doesn't just affect us.  It causes a ripple effect. We don't know how it will be interpreted by those who have sentimental attachment.    

Here is what I've been getting to, we have decided to move to our farm.  We feel led to move.  Not because we don't want to be here... we LOVE it here & we love Nan & Pap so much!!  This hurts more than I can express here & the thought of moving again makes me want to gouge my eyes.  We need to move because of the opportunities it provides for Devyn & Gavyn.  They deserve that from us.  The boys transition to middle school next year... moving to another county opens more doors for them.  Moving also lets us invest in more therapy.  The farm will allow Devyn to start learning skills to ease the transition into adulthood.  He loves working on the farm, & it means he will work directly with us instead of in the community with someone doing something he may not enjoy or that gives him the chance to reach HIS potential.  Before you start judging that statement, I will add this... community work with an aide is absolutely a wonderful thing, I am not discounting it.  Everyone is different & every situation is different.  The farm is the choice we feel is right for us. 


We also feel it is best for a family to be here that has less limitations, but loves this place & Nan & Pap as much as we do.  After a very very long process of praying & consideration, we feel confident that we have been directed to the right family to fit the description.  Keeping the house in the family longer still <3  Everything for Nan & Pap staying the same.  

We will be moving at the end of the school year, in June.  It is hard to say goodbye to a home & people that have always exuded love, grace, joy, & acceptance to everyone with open arms.  No one can take away the dear memories that we will treasure forever.  It isn't the end.  We get to come back to visit & still continue that part of the story, because the door & their arms are still open.  I am so thankful for their love & example.  

The next chapter is new, exciting, & scary.  We don't know what adventures lie ahead, but we will do it together.


   

"If we hold tightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the time comes 
to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, 
we stunt the growth of our soul." -Elisabeth Elliot "Passion & Purity"

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

"May the 4th be with you"

Recently I was very sick.  Stupid sick.  Three weeks of the most surreal experiences.  Who would've thought strep could turn into such a scary, out of control situation.  Don't mess with strep people.  It can affect each of us differently at different stages of life.  It exacerbated my asthma, caused a heart murmur, almost pneumonia, & vertigo (vestibular migraines are the devil).  Strep sucks period.  BUT it made me stop.  It was like a reset button.  It made me learn things about myself.  I was being ruled by my to-do lists & I didn't even realize it's affect on me.  I was "living to work, not working to live."  I have a new-found appreciation for breathing & a general state of healthy.  Breathing is the best ;) I'm alive.  Stressors bother me less.  I feel more calm, relaxed, at peace with what each day brings & what doesn't get done.  Since I was pretty much bedridden... I read when I wasn't gasping for life ;) wish I was exaggerating.  Anyways, I got to read this gem... http://momastery.com/blog/2016/04/12/life-is-hard-but-they-are-brave/  ...that inspired me to do this...
I prayed for & thought of you... I had time & now I MAKE time


THANK YOU to those of you who thought of, prayed for, & showed up for me/us.  You are ROCK STARS & nothing but love for you!

Now I'm gonna try to ease into a blah.  A pressing thing that just won't let up which usually means I'm supposed to write about it.  Something less warm-fuzzy.  When I got back to Facebooklandia, every other thing I saw was about Target.  Anger.  Fear.  Confusion.  I am no expert on said things, but I think something got lost here.  Maybe I am naive, but this looks like an act of love, acceptance, & understanding... dare I say Jesus... on Target's part?  I think it might be getting interpreted as agenda.  Even if it is, we don't have to be burdened with that.  We are not God.  I mean I think the solution can be simple.  A little proactive vs. reactive planning could remedy.  Don't get me wrong, I get the safety concern... but that exists regardless.  Go in the bathroom with your kids.  Wait til you get home.  I don't know about you, but I use public bathrooms like zero times, not because of who might be there, but because I am a germaphobe.  Maybe consider your interpretation & be willing to think outside the box.  It might just change your perspective & the conversation.  Jamie the Very Worst Missionary has a unique twist on the subject... "Apparently, I got it all wrong. The Target boycott isn't a sin issue, it's a PUBLIC SAFETY ISSUE. ...Unless we're talking about the public safety of foreign factory workers.  But, honestly, I cannot be expected to consider their needs in light of the clear and present danger I face in my own life. I mean, not when all the mens in Target are tryin' to peek at my vajazzle while I'm on the can."   
...come on, it's funny.

I really think that maybe if we redirect this energy into much more important things like this... http://momastery.com/blog/2016/05/03/take-back-mothers-day/   ...amazing things could happen.
  
                                   

                             
and me :D


       


 

Friday, May 8, 2015

FYI

(I haven't written here for a while, just believe there is good reason, but I am breaking that for a hot second.)

To the sweet, dear person who was so carefully trying to say a nice thing, I love your heart.  I love your heart to the place that I have to set the record straight.  

When you said, "God only gives special needs or, (fill in the blank), children to special people who He knows can handle it," you are giving me/we "special" parents a title that isn't ours to own.  If that was a complete truth, we would act accordingly 100% of the time. There wouldn't be a need for foster care or adoption, kids wouldn't be neglected, abused, forced into slavery, or treated as a curse.  Believe me, dear soul, if I had superhero capabilities I would eradicate all evil & look amazing in an elastic body suit. HA! Let's face it, that's not happening. 

Here is what I believe, I'm not saying I am right, it is just where I am in the process.  I absolutely believe with all of my being that every little person is a gift, no matter how or when, special needs or not.  WE are then given the opportunity to choose (free will) what we will think & do.  I will tell you right now, I spent most of 2008 NOT choosing well.  It took me 10 months to figure out all of the grieving was mostly over what I had unconsciously hoped for. Please hear me out, it is okay to grieve, we need to, I need to.  The process is crucial in healing & you can't rush it.  There is no deadline.  Sometimes the bandaid gets ripped off & there you are again.  

Once I got back on my feet, I made a choice to make the best of our situation & look beyond my definitions.  That doesn't mean I don't struggle with it.  Heck yes I do & I sometimes have to make that choice moment by moment. Let me unpack that… what I am saying is that no matter what person or situation I am confronted with, I alone control how I will perceive and respond. Along this journey so far, God has opened my eyes through jaw-dropping experiences, priceless wisdom, simple-profound truths, unfathomable peace, & ridiculous amounts of happy. It comes with a price though… sacrifice of my selfish ambitions, pride, & a bunch of other yuck that needs to go anyway. Ya know... the 2 little twin boys God placed in my care, that face the affects of Autism everyday... THEY inspire me to be a special person for them.  They are the answer to so many of my prayers for wisdom, patience, healing, understanding, unconditional love, contentment, strength, courage, purpose, & much much more.

Sometimes I think we "normals" might have the disability.  We get so caught up in this side of life's definition of success and greatness that we disable our minds from the real meaning.  We over complicate the obvious; we are simply here to love and serve.  Period.  "Every one of us are made in the image of God.  We all have a divine capacity for greatness." -(Andy Stanley) It just depends on whether your definition lines up with His.  Imagine what the world would be like if we believed that about ourselves and everyone else!   

So who am I?  I may not be a superhero parent, but I/you/we are made in the image of God, Christian or not.  What breaks your heart?  Do something about it.  I can hear the excuses coming through… stop it.  Do what you can.  "Not every opportunity is our assignment -(Lysa TerKeurst)" ...but we can all do something.  Nothing ever changes by wishing it.  Be the change.  

Joshua 1:9(NLT)- This is my command— be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  

Let that sink in. believe it. now go.


Saturday, May 24, 2014

The Silent Ranks (Tribute Update)

Nov.2017: 6yrs out since the last deployment, 9yrs since the first.  Another troop lost to suicide from the first deployment.  Veterans Day, some avoid it because it just throws them back, not that they don't appreciate the gestures.  Some don't want to be recognized for what they had to do.  Some got out, but miss there type of service terribly.  Some retired this year & won't get to enjoy the rest of life like most due to the effects of exposure and traumas.  It's a mixed bag.  All in all, I think Veteran's Day for many is making peace with it.  Finding peace.  That's our story at least.  We took a leap this year & moved, for many reasons, but mainly for peace.  To reintegrate(yes we are still), a new chapter... 20 year letter is in hand, college is done in a month.  We knew it would be hard, no understatement there, but we are trenching it... pushing the line, & we will be standing tall.   

Nov.2016: The Hubs isn't big on recognition, but he doesn't have a choice this time around. I wrote this blog post a few years ago to process deployments, all the changes we were going through, & for awareness.  It's been 5 years since his last deployment & I get to tell you that WE MADE IT!!!  We are in a positive place!! I am SO STINKING happy, proud, excited, & thankful!! This guy is my real life hero. He has been busting his butt working through the effects of war, fighting against haunting memories, & reprogramming our way of life.  We most definitely had our scares, but we are here.  All the suppressing experiences that were stealing his life, he is redirecting.  As of today, he is working on his Masters program to become a counselor to fellow war vets!  Through the process, it saved him.  His 20 years are almost up.  Retirement.  What a sweet sigh of relief that will be!  

To those of you fighting for your life, your marriage, your family... you are not alone.  We know.  We've been in the battle, we aren't free & clear.   There is hope.  Choose to hope.  Dare to hope.  Chin up...  "Drink water, change your socks."  You got this.  We got this.  HOOAH!!  


2014: I recently got to punch my hubs in the chest!  I guess I should fill in the blank, so here's the rewind Adam came home one day & told me he was just transferred to a different unit in the Army, closer to home, & promoted to E-7! (Thank you Jesus for cutting us a break)  A few moments later he said, "I want you to pin me at the promotion ceremony." Be. Still. My. Heart.  I think I stood there like a deer in headlights for a full minute before I said anything & I probably asked something intelligent like, "really? you don't want to ask one of your buddies?" I'm full of shining moments. His reply got me deep down in my feeler, he said, "no, you are the one who has been there for me from the beginning." Gasp!! My Mom happened to be in the room too, getting a little misty.  Alright, I'd be a big fat liar if I didn't admit I had to go to another room so no one would see my heart swelling & my eyes welling. Honestly, I never thought a second about it before.  I figured he would ask a buddy he had been to war with or from his unit, that's the norm & rightly so but me?  

The day of the ceremony I was a little nervous.  They ran through all the stuff I needed to do & that it's imperative that I punch him in the chest (what what!!) after I put the patch on. I mean I was just pulling off a velcro patch & putting a new one on but I was surrounded by men & women in uniform & well, I don't have a rank. So, I stood facing him in my Star Wars shirt, cuz it just so happened to be May the 4th (best coincidence ever!), took his patch off, put the new one on, wound up my punch, & then it might be on record somewhere that I did the Jedi hand wave while stating, "may the 4th be with you." ;) To which Adam so endearingly replied, "you are so stupid." Awe, we are such a strange couple.  Anyways, we are really good at masking our real feelings… but underneath all that, I knew that to him I had a silent rank & I have never been more honored. 


Adam joined the military when we were dating.  After we were married, I was enamored… my husband, protector of the innocent, guardian of our nation & all it stands for.  My real life hero, a Sergeant York per se… & I have to admit, I'm a total sucker for the uniform, but it doesn't always turn out like the movies.   I was in for a hard reality of the cost those duties demand.  Some of these men & women have had to do the unthinkable, having to take life to save lives.  Their new normal is being in harms way 24/7 for months on end, never knowing when a bullet or mortar might be meant for them or a buddy, always watching their backs & those they serve with.  They have to deal with losing a brother in combat or from the war inside their minds.  

When it's time to come home, they may be physically safe, but they are not free from the battle.  They may not have died in combat, but they still sacrificed life as they knew it; they no longer live in blissful ignorance of the effects of war.  Now they have the time to think through all that happened, they can't just shut that off... it's overload.  There is no finding normal again, it is living to cope knowing what has been done and what they are capable of. They have been stripped of peace.   Some struggle to bond with their children because they watched kids over there being used as bombs or forced to throw grenades... they had to take young life to protect others.  Some can't handle being in large groups of people or stores because they are thrown back into scanning mode & constantly watching their back.  They have to sit facing the door in a restaurant to keep everyone in view.  They seem impersonable & rude at times, but we could never understand the onslaught of invasive forces destroying their peace of mind on a regular basis.  

The war doesn't end for them, now they are fighting against Post Traumatic Stress Disorder(PTSD).  You can't just will it away, it takes years... a lifetime to find ways to cope positively.  Adam has lost many of his troops to suicide, some with young families.  They ARE NOT cowards or selfish, we could never imagine the torment of torturous thoughts they have haunting their minds constantly.  They have lost all hope. Many families fall apart, it is oftentimes paralyzing and sometimes impossible for a soldier to even find words to explain what is going on inside them.  It is equally difficult for their family to understand and know how to support when they haven't experienced it.  The mental healthcare they receive after war is broken, talking to a psych who has never experienced war, who recites from a book, hands out a 10 step card, a bottle of pills, & "hey you need to stop drinking & being so angry."  Drinking & anger aren't the problem... they don't help, but they are symptoms of a deeper root cause.  

So what's it like being married to a soldier?  Well, I can say we've been apart more than we have been together.  We even have a song for it.  I often get asked if I worry a lot or I'll get the "you must be so worried" statement, it surprises people when I say I don't.  Not at all actually, worrying won't keep Adam safe or fix the reason for being at war, it won't help my kids stay focused at school or able to sleep at night.  It won't add an inch to my life, it will only strip me of my sanity, my health, my peace & happiness… & definitely add more gray seeds on my head farm that's doing pretty well on it's own thank you very much ;)  It will distract Adam from performing his duties well & safely, & will rob my kiddos of all comfort.  

We do struggle with battles of our own... the fight isn't over. He still fights for his life.  We fight for us.  We fight for our family.  We fight against temptations from being alone, reintegrating as a family after being apart for so long is a lengthy, sometimes heart-wrenching process, making time for each other & our kids, advocating for our twins with special needs, evaluating our spiritual/mental/emotional health, & willingness.


tugs on the heart strings

I want to drive a point home while we are on the marriage thing, cuz it's really important for reintegration:

No matter what comes into life, good or bad, marriage takes a lot of effort.  I hate to be the one to break it to you, if you think it will be all fairy tales, gum drops, white picket fences, or it's job is to make you happy… you are in for a rude awakening.  Marriage is about loving and serving each other unconditionally, a partnership.  At some point stress, daily life, lack of communication, unexpected traumas, or unrealistic expectations for each other are going to cause you to treat each other badly.  The sooner you realize that insult is a symptom to an underlying issue, the quicker you can dissolve your desire to react... in other words, emotional intelligence. One of my close friends, Laura, wrote a masterpiece about this very thing. 

Restoration isn't always possible for everyone, if one or both in the relationship are not willing.  It takes a heck of a lot more strength to admit we each have stuff to work on than it does to defend our pride.  Pride goes before the fall. No one is above temptation or the need for help.  Maybe things may be great in your marriage right now, that is awesome!  Are you prepared should something tough enter your life?  An Army Chaplain friend of ours has been going to counseling with his wife for more than 20 years.  Not because they have problems, but because they want to prevent them.  Counseling has saved our marriage on more than one occasion. When both are open & willing to accept responsibility for their own actions & issues, & willing to do whatever it takes to fight for love… the results are amazing! 

Adam & I have made it through very tough family situations: death of a parent.. family.. & friends, miscarriage, unfaithfulness, deployments, our twins' diagnosis of Autism, & the list goes on.  Not because we have some sort of super powers or amazingly strong connection, but because we have both chosen (not so willingly at times) to seek counsel, dissolve our pride, grant forgiveness, & love & respect unconditionally. I can say with all confidence that we have experienced full restoration!  That doesn't mean we are in the clear… we are always evaluating.  None of our victories are because of us, we are mere mortals ;)  We will be the first to admit had we acted on first instinct, we never would be together today.  It truly came from counsel from others we could relate with, listening, & applying truth from God's Word, what I like to call God's Dummies Guide to Life ;) or in other words... spiritual resilience.  

As for spiritual resilience and deployment, many have strong faith/belief systems going in, but after experiencing & seeing the worst of humanity they oftentimes come back with deeply seeded doubts & emptiness.  Completely understandable.  It absolutely made me have to dig my heels in to stand firm & decide what is true for me... for me.  I will never impose my beliefs(not religion) on anyone else.  I choose to believe there is a God, that He is a loving and good God, that we are not just a number but treasured & adopted into His family if we want to be, and I absolutely wrestle with it on a regular basis because we live a very challenging lifestyle... but I think that wrestling is healthy & human and exactly what is needed to grow forward.  Prov. 3:5-6(trust even if it's hard to understand) & 2 Peter 3:9(that none should perish), help me in dealing with some of the things I just can't wrap my brain around, the horrors He allows in this decaying world... but truth is I don't see the big picture, so I choose to trust.   


Okay, reigning it back in... 
Well-meaning people genuinely want to know what it is like to experience war.  I know it's hard to know what to ask or say.  Here's a little help… don't ask, "did you have to kill anyone?" They don't enjoy taking life & don't keep a tally.  Avoid asking "what was it like?" As safe as that question may sound, they might not be ready to talk about it & it puts the pressure on. Here's a suggestion, simply say, "Sometime, when you are ready, I'd really like to hear your story & understand. In the meantime, thank you for your service… I am a phone call away, here's my number." Leave it at that.  Offering to just listen & being genuine is the best thing you could do for anyone. 


One more VERY important thing, WE the military families want to thank YOU for your support. It means so much to know that.

Throwing some Bible in (cuz I do that)… "just listening is one of the most effective ways of helping others. This was the help Job sought from his friends.  While it is true that they sat with him for 7 days in silence, 'for they saw that his grief was very great' (2:13), they didn't listen when Job started talking.  Instead, they talked & talked but failed to comfort him (16:2).  'Oh, that I had one to hear me?' Job cried (31:35).  Listening, says, 'what matters to you matters to me.'  Sometimes people do want advice. But often they just want to be listened to by someone who loves and cares about them.  Listening is hard work, and it takes time.  It takes time to listen long enough to hear the other person's true heart, so that if we do speak, we speak with gentle wisdom. When we are thinking about an answer while others are talking- we are not actually listening." (David Roper, Our Daily Bread)

I have to give a shout out to my fellow Rosie the Riveters it's an unspoken bond, no doubt we've got each other's back.  We've vented together, laughed together, & competed over who's had more things break down during deployment ;)

Halloween costume ;)


"The Silent Ranks"

I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens
But I am in the Army in the ranks rarely seen
I have no rank upon my shoulders - salutes I do not give
But the military world is the place where I live
I'm not in the chain of command, orders I do not get
But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget
I'm not the one who fires the weapon, who puts my life on the line
But my job is just as tough. I'm the one that's left behind
My husband is a patriot, a brave and prideful man
And the call to serve his country not all can understand
Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me
I love the man I married, Soldiering is his life
But I stand among the silent ranks known as the Army Wife
 Author: Unknown

Monday, May 19, 2014

Dear Void

Here I am, sitting outside on a beautiful evening watching my oldest ride his bike in his pajamas.  I think we both just needed to be outside of where we were.  I can't help wondering what is going on inside that almost twelve year old mind, how he's handling this unique lifestyle of ours.  I'm just really glad he's still cool with hashing stuff out together. 

It's the end of the school year… do I need to say more?  It's getting REAL up in here.  We almost don't need clothes, these emotions we are wearing are thicker than a wool turtleneck.  The pressure is on.  One of the major projects currently on my work stack is a big transition for one of our sons with Autism to a new school.  This is a HUGE undertaking, much like trying to win the mammoth 20 pounder, burger eating contest… just when I think I can't take one more bite, some sides get thrown into the game.  All joking aside, it's kinda serious & hard to digest all the life going on, not just in our family.  I never thought I would be in a position, asking myself, why do I have to prove to a room full of school admin that my son needs physical boundaries in order to be safe & play outside like his peers?  He didn't ask for Autism to invade his body.  I am not bashing the school here, so don't take it that way… he has great staff & supports.  It's not their fault, it's not our fault, & it's especially not his.  How do I help them catch a glimpse into our experiences & understand the seriousness of his diagnosed wandering?  The reality is, unless you live it… it is nearly impossible to fully comprehend or empathize.  I just hate it, period.  I have felt every emotion over it… "hello again, my old friend grieving stages, I'm so glad you stopped by." (said no one ever)  Then there is the unrelenting piles of paperwork for IEP meetings, summer therapies, grants to offset medical costs, & working on inclusion at church & the community… trying to pave a way for our kids.  Thank you God that these things are available for our boys & the many other families out there, but it doesn't mean I'm doing a crazy happy dance over it's greedy consumption of our lives.  The party just started & I. AM. OVER. IT.

Autism's wear & tear is getting bigger, more noticeable, more destructive.  Friends are dealing with heart-wrenching situations.  The stress is beyond comprehension.  To add to it, their circle of friends are falling away… isolation is setting in.  We are no stranger to this.  People are afraid of what they don't understand.  That is not an accusing statement, I totally get it & have been there, & revisit there sometimes.  We have friends who have to move away & try to figure this whole game out in another state.  Other friends are going on a special trip with one of their children, while their other child with Autism is staying home with family.  People like to offer their thoughts on that choice, despite the fact that they could never understand the sacrifices of being a sibling, or how haunting the choice is for Mom & Dad.  I was just given the great honor the other day of receiving an orthopedist's "professional" unsolicited opinion of why my sons have Autism when instead he was supposed to be helping me know how to support my deteriorating knee so that I can maintain the ability to catch my boy when needed.  Let's just say the more he flapped his lips the better my kung fu was getting in my brain theater.  I think I may start subjecting these random people to some training in social etiquette & empathy ;) Like this one courtesy of Michelle 

I'm gonna throw some spiritual in here, it's part of me... 
IN A DAILY BREAD DEVOTIONAL... TITLED “GUEST LIST” BY DENNIS FISHER HE TALKS ABOUT THIS, DURING THE TIME OF JESUS, HE SAYS THERE WAS A SELF-PROCLAIMED, “SPIRITUAL ELITE” COMMUNITY WHO WOULD NOT ALLOW THE DISABLED INTO THEIR COMMUNITY. THEY BELIEVED ANYONE WITH A “BLEMISH” WAS UNCLEAN. BUT IRONICALLY WHILE THIS RITUALIZED COMMUNITY WAS WAITING FOR THE ARRIVAL OF MESSIAH, JESUS WAS ALREADY AT WORK AMONG THE SICK, IMPERFECT, AND UNCLEAN IN THE CITIES AND VILLAGES. IN HIS TEACHING JESUS PROCLAIMED, “WHEN YOU GIVE A FEAST, INVITE THE POOR, THE MAIMED, THE LAME, THE BLIND. AND YOU WILL BE BLESSED” (LUKE 14:13-14). THE CONTRAST BETWEEN JESUS' WORDS AND THE GUEST LIST OF THE “SPIRITUAL ELITE” IS INSTRUCTIVE TO US. OFTEN WE LIKE TO ONLY HANG OUT WITH PEOPLE WHO LOOK, THINK, AND ACT LIKE US, BUT WE ARE CALLED TO OPEN OUR DOORS TO EVERYONE. THE INCLUSIVE WORD OF GOD CAN'T BE SHARED BY AN EXCLUSIVE PEOPLE 

 my favorite painting 
"there is always a place for you" by Hannah Joiner
                       

My friends out there drudging through the valley…  "Although full restoration may not happen in this life, the promise of healing is sure.  'God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.'" -Rev. 21:4   (Bill Crowder, Our Daily Bread)

Sunday, April 27, 2014

stuff people say

Alrighty, I'm back… got some inspiration recently from a particular situation. It will probably ruffle some feathers.  Before you pounce, remember these are my opinions & actual accounts. Sometimes it's nearly impossible to truly know where a person is coming from through written communication.  You can't see their body language, hear their tone, or understand their background or reasoning.  Please don't take this post as an insult, read with an open mind… remember we are all clay in the Potter's hands, being chipped away at & formed. This post is for me too.  

Hope is like oxygen, without hope in something life is dark & seemingly meaningless. When we lost our first pregnancy we were advised by an all-knowing, so-called "Christian" that it was caused by sin in our lives…  thank you very much, that was the opposite of helpful.  Second occasion, when our twins were diagnosed with Autism… another "well-meaning Christian" shared that there must be some sin in our lives that needed to be dealt with. If I wasn't already so wounded by these two devastating circumstances I would have introduced them to my Chuck Norris roundhouse kick (cough correction) I mean, the truth. 

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Jesus, I believe He rescued my life, & I believe the Bible is God's "Living Life for Dummies" Guide, but I didn't always feel that way.  There was a time in my life when I didn't believe there was a God, or that if there was I vowed to hate Him forever; I lost hope in everything… stick a fork in me, life was done.  During that time, I didn't want to hear Bible verses, or bandaid comments of, "I'm praying for you," "let go & let God," "you're not being spiritual enough," "it's all in your head." (Don't get me wrong, I absolutely appreciate people praying for me & saying it when they are genuine… but sometimes you just know when it's an empty gesture) Honestly, what helped the most were the people willing to get their hands dirty, just listen, offer to help in some tangible way, or just show they cared… actually cared. 

Sometimes I have a hard time being classified into the "Christian" category… it's got a bad rap. I'm not saying I'm better than the people who so graciously pointed out the speck in my eye, which in turn only caused me to question my faith in a loving God, but I do try to avoid saying anything that's end result is a fist in my word box.  I'm pretty sure, just my opinion, that hard times happen in this life because we live in a decaying world full of chain reactions from bad choices that sometimes don't even have anything to do with us.  Sh!#.  Happens.  ...yes, I said it.  It's our choice how we respond to those invasive forces.  If we would all be a little less quick to give "advice", or assume we know the right answer (we all know what they say about assuming), or "holding our fellow believers accountable" which really means judging (in many instances), it gives us a little more brain space to ask ourselves… "how would I want someone to talk to, or treat me if it were me this happened to?"  I know, I know, it requires some effort & seeing past the end of our noses, but it can be done. 

I have really been challenged by writer Jen Hatmaker's statement in her book, 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess, "what if we really loved our neighbors as ourselves?"  I mean really think it through… words are life, they animate our thoughts, feelings, character, where we've been & where we are going.  They have the power to either build someone up or tear them down. Unless you know a person well, their background, their beliefs… then most likely what you have the "urge" to say will just be a self-serving, empty comment (I am not exempt from this).  A friend of ours(an atheist) wrote this, "I'll pray for you" I've heard that a lot.  Every time I have heard that basically it means, "Good luck with that, you are on your own, I'm thinking about you....but not really." I would NEVER tell someone "I'll pray for you" I would offer help, I would listen, but if you know that this person doesn't have anywhere near the same beliefs as you, it is absolutely disrespectful. Not saying you CAN'T pray for that person, I'm just saying keep it to yourself.  Another person commented, "When people disagree with you and then say they'll pray for you, that is such a condescending comment in that context."  Honestly, I think they hit the nail on the head.  We all come from different backgrounds & have different perspectives.  Shoving our beliefs down someone else's throat, Christian-ese, the mind over matters, isn't the cure-all for what we consider to be someone's supposed brokenness.  

Over the past few months, everywhere I turn it seems like I am hearing a story about stupid stuff people say.  I know we have heard on more than one occasion about our twins, "what's wrong with them?", "Can you fix them?", "is there anything wrong with your other children?" …seriously people, I hate almost everything about Autism… but my kids are incredible & have taught me more about real love, contentment, strength, & true success than any neurotypical.  Soap box: We need to stop viewing our kids' accomplishments as the currency of parenthood, it takes the pressure off us & them (I read that somewhere).  I have a few friends adopting right now that have been told just absolutely judgmental & insensitive things, like… "you got yourself into this, you should have known what you were in for."  Here's a bit of advice back to whoever you are, GET YOUR PIE-HOLE FILTER CHECKED, IT IS BROKEN.

Alright, back to the "love your neighbor as yourself" thing lol.  Hope is the driving force of change.  Faith: belief in something or devotion to something, is the seed that plants itself & creates movement.  Voila!! Faith plus Hope & you've got yourself Love in action.  So, would you give a stranger in need your good clothes, your favorite clothes, not your "I was gonna give it to the mission anyways" clothes?  Would you give them your best food?  Your favorite diamond ring?  Would you give up one of your weeks of vacation to wherever to help an orphanage provide food for children in poverty?  Not eat out or buy special coffee drinks for a month & give that money to a cause?  It really makes me think about why I do the things I do or buy the things I buy.  Am I just trying to keep up with the American Way?  Keeping up with the Jone's?  Seriously?!? What is the point? ...We can't take it with us.  It's just crap lying around that I have to waste time dusting & cleaning (lol, who am I kidding… I don't dust unless you are a "special" person coming to visit).  What are we willing to give up?  Obviously, I am not saying I am opposed to vacations, or spending money on stuff… I am just trying to find somewhat of a balance, & the fact that I am seeking a balance is evidence we have more than we need.

Who we hang around, what we listen to, what we watch… it all has an influence on our minds.  If we all would worry a little more about who WE are & the example WE are to the people around us, what legacy we will leave behind, & not worry so much about "fixing" everyone else, it might just be a little less cra-cra.