Living with a Broken Heart

I have written many blog posts over the last two years, sharing our journey with Kawasaki Disease, but it struck me this morning that I have never really been able to articulate how living with this disease day-to-day feels for a parent.  It is a feeling I have become so accustomed to now, that it almost feels normal, and that is why I think I find it hard to describe.  My goal today is to try, so that I might share with you a glimpse into how our world changed in June 2015.

In a nutshell, Kawasaki Disease is a form of vasculitis, causing inflammation in the medium to large blood vessels when it strikes.  It is generally contained to children, mainly affecting those aged between 2 and 5 years old, though not exclusively (my daughter was 7 weeks old).  It is characterised by a number of symptomspersistent fever, red eyes, rash, swollen extremities, sore/cracked lips or strawberry-type tongue, and swollen lymph glands in the neck.  With no known cause, there is no diagnostic test to differentiate Kawasaki Disease from other similar childhood diseases (Scarlet Fever looks very similar and is a common misdiagnosis), and therefore a diagnosis is reached based on presentation of the afore mentioned symptoms.  Given that these symptoms don’t always show up at once, and sometimes not all of them are present, Kawasaki Disease can be a tricky illness to diagnose quickly.  And the speed of diagnosis is important, as research has shown that treatment within 10 days of onset of symptoms can dramatically reduce the risk of heart damage in affected children.  You see, 75% of children who get the disease will recover without long-term complications, whilst the remainder will sustain permanent damage to their heart if not treated (this reduces to around 5% with timely treatment).  Sadly, this means that no matter how good the doctors are at diagnosing the disease, 5% of children who get Kawasaki Disease will suffer heart damage that will remain with them for life.

Whilst mortality rates for KD are considered low, at around 1% of cases, I’ve always felt that the statistic gives unreasonable hope to those of us with children whose hearts were damaged.  I would be willing to bet that any deaths resulting from Kawasaki Disease are exclusively related to heart damage.  So if there are 100 cases of Kawasaki Disease, the statistics say that 1 of those children will die.  But when you consider that, with timely treatment, just 5 of those 100 children would suffer permanent heart damage, and you factor in the 1 child who will lose their fight, suddenly the numbers seem very different – especially if your child is one of the 5%.  Suddenly that 1%, when factored into the heart population alone, becomes 20%.  Now, whilst those numbers give the fear some perspective, I don’t want to cause unnecessary alarm for those of you living with a child with a broken Kawasaki heart – another bet I would place is that the majority, if not all, of the deaths resulting from Kawasaki Disease occur from misdiagnosis, or no diagnosis at all.  Like the little girl who was diagnosed with rhinovirus and died 6 weeks later when her heart failed her.

So, I guess that sheds light on a couple of things:

  1. My daughter is one of the 5%.  Unfortunately at just 7 weeks old when she became sick, she was in the high risk category for heart damage.
  2. It took 13 days to diagnose Freya, and therefore treat her (outside of the ‘magic’ window).  Add that to the high risk factor,  and she didn’t really stand a chance.
  3. Under the circumstances, it is pretty normal for me to feel afraid.

Thanks to Kawasaki Disease, my now 22-month old daughter Freya has a heart condition.  She was born with a healthy heart, and after just 7 weeks in the world, and 13 days with a mystery illness, Kawasaki Disease broke it.

Looking back I don’t think it was the diagnosis that changed our lives.  Hearing that the doctors had actually reached a diagnosis after two weeks of tests and various failing treatments, was a huge relief.  Even when they told me that it was the damage to Freya’s heart that provided them with the conclusion, I didn’t realise they were talking about something that would stay with her forever.  I presumed the damage to her heart was a symptom, one that would go away with the treatment.  I was wrong about that.  A week after celebrating Freya’s diagnosis I would be sitting in a room with a Cardiologist and a nurse as they told me that if my daughter’s coronary arteries (which had dilated to over 5 times the size of a normal baby) ruptured, she would die.  They could not prevent it, and they would not be able to save her.  That is what changed our lives.  Until then I had never considered the possibility of losing a child.  Facing that possibility head on, with no sugar coating, rocked the very foundations on which I had built my perfect, indestructible life.  Of course, nothing is promised, there are no guarantees, life is fragile (and all those other clichés you see on Social Media memes), but I really didn’t think any of that applied to me. Stuff always happens to other people, doesn’t it…

20 months post-diagnosis, and I think I can dare to say that we are in a pretty good place (frantically touches wood).  Freya’s coronary arteries showed significant improvement in the months following her diagnosis.  Her heart function appears normal, her coronaries have remodelled to within ‘normal’ parameters and she shows no signs or symptoms of anything troubling going on in there.  Good news, right? I guess that’s how we take it for now.  The thing is though, that dealing with Freya’s heart is one thing, but add in the complications that come with ‘rare’ (KD affects just 8:100,000 children in the UK each year) and you find that ahead of you is a lot of uncertainty, confusion and contradiction.

There are a number of long-term complications from Kawasaki Disease.  We often hear the words ‘normal’ from Freya’s cardiologist, we are also told by world leading specialists in this disease that Freya’s heart will never be ‘normal’.  We are told to celebrate remodelling, but warned of possible stenosis (narrowing of the previously dilated arteries).  We are told stenosis will take decades to occur, but read stories of emergency heart bypass surgery within months of diagnosis.  We are told to live a normal life, not to worry, but research shows that 80% of children who suffer significant damage to their hearts as a result of KD will require surgical intervention later in life.  Our doctors talk about what they see and know, but do not give confidence that they are familiar with all of the ways in which KD alters the child’s heart.  I won’t even pretend to fully comprehend all the possible risks associated with Freya’s heart.  I read about fibroblasts, myocarditis, and damage to the heart muscle, but I can’t begin to understand what those things mean in relation to Freya’s heart.  No matter how much I have learned and think I know about this disease, I didn’t spend years in school learning about human hearts.

When I allow myself to think positively about the prognosis for Freya, I believe she has a good chance of living a normal life.  But then I worry that I am becoming complacent.  Freya’s doctors have shared that they have a degree of anxiety over Freya’s condition, and need to take a closer look.  They’ve postponed that closer look until later in the year, and I worry about what changes might be occurring inside her heart in the interim.  Only a few days to wait for some reassurance on that score (Freya’s next cardiology follow-up is on Monday 13th March).

When I consider that there is a possibility (though perhaps not a probability) of Freya suffering a heart attack, for example, I find myself suffocated by the thought. It’s like there is no end to the suffocation because you never know when something like that will strike. And I know that can be said for anyone, but the worry is more tangible when you are faced with a known condition with associated risks. When I wake in the morning, I lay paralysed in my bed until I hear something through the baby monitor that will defy my worst fears – a rustle of a sheet, a snort or a murmur from my sleeping girl. Not until I hear a sound do I let out the breath that I’ve been holding since I opened my eyes.  I’m sure every mother could say the same, we all worry about our children don’t we.

Aside from my concerns for Freya’s future, the uncertainty that came with our daughter’s heart condition has caused me to question my own mortality too. I was never afraid of death before, I don’t think I gave it any thought. Now I am terrified. Until just now I thought it was just because I love my family so much that I am afraid of leaving them behind and missing out on what is yet to come. But actually I have come to realise that I am not afraid of dying, per se, I am afraid of dying too young. I have had to work so tirelessly, stay so strong, fight so hard to keep on the front foot with our daughter’s condition, that I fear for her future if I am taken from her too soon on her journey with this disease.  I am afraid that she will enter into adulthood not realising how important it is that she keeps her heart healthy, or how she may need to have a cardiologist on hand in labour if she ever has children of her own.  I worry that others will forget about all of this, because they can forget.  There are no visible reminders of what this disease did to Freya, so it wouldn’t be hard to put KD firmly in the past.  Me; I’ll never forget. The last 2 years are etched in my memory so deep that I can play the entire journey in my mind as if I were watching a video recording.  And my overactive imagination has managed to convert my fears into a DVD that plays for me over and over – I have ‘seen’ moments where life ended, clearly enough to feel the loss as if it were real.  Perhaps the intense fear that I have about losing my daughter is one of the lasting gifts that KD gave me?  Perhaps it has helped me to treasure what we have more than I may have done without it?

I think I would have been able to handle the effects of Kawasaki Disease better had it been more commonly known.  The rarity of the disease means that we don’t really know what the future holds.  We can guess, we can use the limited amount of information that is available from adult KD studies, we can trust that Freya’s doctors understand what they are dealing with.  We can have faith that it will all work out, that Freya is a little fighter,  a tough cookie, a miracle.

People tell me I should stop worrying.  They tell me that no amount of worrying will change the future.  Some tell me that the future is out of my hands, that ‘someone’ already has a plan for us and we should put our faith in ‘Him’. Some say that any one of us could get run over by a bus tomorrow or struck by illness.  They are all right of course.  Except accepting that something could happen, and knowing that something might happen, are two completely different things.  The fact is that the most important organ in my child’s body is faulty, and she only has one of them.   I am finding it easier to deal with that with each day that passes.  I find it easier to be optimistic about the future, even if only cautiously so.  But I won’t ever be completely free of the overwhelming sadness that this disease brought to my doorstep, and I will never stop being afraid of what this disease might yet have in store for Freya .

Kawasaki Disease didn’t just break Freya’s heart.  It broke mine too.

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An Uncertain Future

I guess we all have one of those don’t we – not many of us know what lies ahead of us.  Some know what might be in their path, but nobody knows exactly how or when those things will happen. That’s why it is important to live life, not take things for granted, and do your very best to be the best you can be. And all the other clichés about living life to the full that might seem flippant, but are actually really true.

But how many people lose sleep worrying about what might lie ahead in our futures? People with anxiety, sure.  Anxiety makes you worry about almost everything.  I imagine the majority of people think about their future, but worrying about what might happen next year, in five years, in twenty years… I don’t think that is common.  Amongst the rare disease community uncertain futures are a given.  Many people living with rare diseases don’t have a diagnosis for their ailments and spend years searching for answers and fighting for treatment.  Some have a diagnosis, even treatment, but have no idea how their lives might take shape with the disease they are living with.  Kawasaki Disease is one of those.

Take Freya.  I think most people think that she is okay now.  She had this disease that made her really sick, but she got treatment and now she is at home living a ‘normal’ life and looks perfectly healthy, like any other kid her age.  And in the most part that would be true, except for the ‘normal’ part.  You see, if you weren’t already aware from my previous blog posts, Freya was one of the 6% of children with Kawasaki Disease who sustained damage to her heart despite treatment.  The disease causes inflammation of the small to medium arteries throughout the child’s body, and if treated quickly enough heart damage can be prevented.  In those cases where treatment is delayed, due to misdiagnosis (or a lack of diagnosis altogether) Kawasaki Disease is allowed to continue on its destructive path and cause damage that may never be reversed.  Once an aneurysm forms, the child’s heart will never be ‘normal’ again, even if the coronary arteries remodel and aneurysms regress to within otherwise normal parameters.  This leads to complications throughout the child’s life and into adulthood, which is why long-term care and life-long follow up are so vitally important.

The good news in Freya’s case is that her arteries have remodelled quite dramatically from when she was at her most sick.  There are no obvious aneurysms any more, and the arteries that had expanded to over 5 times the normal size for a baby of her age, have now regressed to what would be considered normal in a child that hadn’t been touched by heart disease.  The bad news is that the extent of the remodelling has her Cardiologist feeling a bit anxious.  They are concerned with what might be causing the narrowing of her arteries, and whether that narrowing might continue to progress until Freya’s arteries are too narrow to allow the flow of blood.  When blood can’t get around your heart, that’s when a heart attack occurs.  Sure, Freya takes aspirin every day to try and help keep the blood flowing, but nothing can get through an occluded artery.

That said, do I think that she is at immediate or short-term risk of a heart attack? Hesitantly I say ‘No’.  I say it hesitantly because whilst I have this pretty good feeling that Freya might just be some kind of miracle success story, my experience with this disease is not to let your guard down.  Complacency has no place where this disease is concerned.  Let’s say that I hope that she is not at immediate risk.  We will find out more in the Autumn when Freya will undergo the cardiac catheter angiogram that she was meant to be having last year.  It has been delayed to allow her more time to grow, so that she might be stronger to outweigh some of the risks associated with the procedure.  The rapid remodelling of her arteries has led me in the meantime to insist that Freya receives regular follow up between now and then so that we don’t miss something while we wait.  An echocardiogram won’t show what is happening with the arterial walls, but you can see the diameter of the arteries (up to a point – an echo can only see about 3mm into the artery) so you can get a view of whether they are continuing to narrow.

So what are my fears for Freya’s future?  

Of course I am anxious about the angiogram, but I’ll worry about that more when the time comes around.  I am confident in the ability of the intervention cardiologist, and am happy that it is a relatively low risk procedure.  I’m not too excited about her going under a general anaesthetic – I’ve seen that once before and it felt like I was watching my baby die.  I would prefer never to see that again, but that’s the reality and I will always be there by her side when she goes to sleep, no matter how hard I find it.

I am anxious about what is going on in that heart.  I’d love to have a window to look through so we could check in on it every now and again.  We assume from outward appearances and general health that nothing too sinister is going on, but the fact is we just don’t know.  I’ve read many stories from other KD parents who have experienced dramatic turns of events with their children, resulting in the need for heart surgery.  Sadly, some children have lost their lives to this disease – mostly those that were not diagnosed in time, or at all, but often because the changes in their hearts happened quickly and in spite of regular follow up and treatment.  Nothing is promised.  Do I spend every day worrying that Freya will have a heart attack? No.  Does my heart leap into my throat when I wake in the night and can’t hear her breathing on the baby monitor? Every time.

I am worried about what the angiogram might find, and whether there is any likelihood of Freya needing surgery in the future – around 80% of children who suffer giant coronary aneurysms will require intervention later in life, whether it be a stent or bypass surgery, for example.

I am worried about whether Freya’s diet is sufficiently ‘heart-healthy’ to protect her heart from disease.

I think about when Freya might decide to have children of her own.  Seems like a long way off to be worrying about it, but the truth is that she will most likely need to have a cardiologist involved in her ante-natal care.  There have been cases of heart attacks during labour where the mother had KD in childhood – there’s a whole medical paper dedicated to this subject (yes, I have a copy!).  I even worry about whether I will still be here when she enters that stage in her life and whether she will remember that she needs to consider her medical history.

And this one you might think of as really strange, but I worry about them telling me everything is ok, and that she can stop the medication and live a normal life, with KD firmly in her past.  You would think that should be something I would hope for, and be pleased about.  But, first of all, I will never forget the words of Professor Jane Burns, World Leading Kawasaki Disease specialist, that once a child’s heart has been damaged by KD it is never considered healed, or normal again.  So if  a doctor tells me everything is normal, and tries to send us on our way, then I will be putting up a pretty big fight!  Freya, and all the other children like her, need to be monitored for the rest of their lives.  Rady Children’s Hospital recommend obtaining a CT calcium score 10 years post-diagnosis to help identify and prevent further complications, for example.  It may just be a check-up once a year to make sure there have been no changes over time, but it is the peace of mind that we all need to ensure that there are no hidden issues lurking that might cause a serious problem later on.  Complacency is a killer.

“Oh Jo, you’re so dramatic!” I hear you say.  But you need to understand that I read stories, comments and messages every single day from someone who has been touched by Kawasaki Disease and suffered terrible consequences and devastating loss.  Every time I feel like I will never make a difference where KD is concerned, I remind myself of those stories, or I stumble across a new member of the Kawasaki community and the fire in my belly is reignited.  It is one such story that got me thinking again about the future, and reminded me that although I can hope for positive change in Freya’s condition, I must never allow my own complacency, or that of the medical profession, to create a false sense of security.  The story is that of Lisa Connelly. Her sister Amy has given me permission to share it in the hope that it might help to raise awareness of this disease and the devastating consequences when we get it wrong.

Lisa Connelly was diagnosed with Kawasaki Disease at the age of three.  By age five she had been given the all clear, following an angiogram that showed no persistent damage to her coronary arteries.  I can only imagine the elation of the family as they put KD firmly in the past, and watched Lisa to grow and live a normal, heathy life.  She was very active growing up, and was an avid runner.  She had a beautiful son, Levi, and was very much loved by her family and friends.  Described as “the kind of person you want to be like”, she had a heart of gold and was the first to come to your aid if you were in need.

Out of the blue, on the 25th November 2015, 37-year old Lisa had symptoms of a heart attack. The hospital performed an echocardiogram and Lisa underwent a stress test, both of which cleared her of any issues. Four days later, on November 29th 2015, Lisa passed away as a result of a massive heart attack.

The pathology report on Lisa’s heart showed that her coronary arteries had muscle cell tissue build up on the arterial walls, which caused restriction of blood flow to her heart, thus causing a heart attack.  The family had no idea that Lisa would ever have to deal with Kawasaki disease again, and even after the heart attack they did not consider it might be linked to an illness that she had when she was a child.

Since Lisa’s passing, her sister Amy has done everything she can to raise funds and awareness to prevent another tragedy like this.  Professor Jane Burns has said that conducting a CT calcium test earlier in Lisa’s life may have prevented further complications from occurring.  It was from a Facebook post sharing a medical paper which discusses the importance of a CT Calcium Score that I found Amy, and I am honoured that she has allowed me to share her family’s story in my blog.

Amy said:

“My sister was truly a beautiful light in this world. My sister had a great smile and loved to see others smile. She helped so many people while she was living and we know she continues to help even today.  Our hope is that somehow she helps in the research efforts of KD. So, my prayer is that your blog post reaches someone that takes the information and gets the proper treatment they need to live a long, healthy and hopefully happy life. We’re making beauty from ashes…My mom and dad’s grief has been almost unbearable this past year. And the hardest part for my mom is that the cause of the heart attack was from KD.” 

As well as raising awareness of the devastating consequences of this disease, Lisa’s family have made sure that her legacy lives on, and donated some of her heart tissue samples to Dr. Jane Burns and Dr. Anne Rowley, leading KD experts in the US. Lisa’s organs have also helped to save the lives of four people, and the family are in touch with the gentleman who received her liver.

I know how important it has been to me to make sure that Freya didn’t suffer this awful disease in vain.  We still have our daughter here with us, and thanks to the awareness that Amy is continuing to raise about the potential long-term and hidden consequences of Kawasaki Disease, we can hope that Freya will long outlive us.  I don’t know if I would have had the strength to fight had the unimaginable happened in the Summer of 2015.  As we were starting to get our lives back on track that year, a family was being torn apart by the loss of a truly beautiful person.  I join Amy in their hope that this story might reinforce the need to ensure that Kawasaki Disease survivors are given appropriate attention from the medical profession throughout their lives, and shines a bright light on the insidious nature of Kawasaki Disease.

Writing this, I felt my heart break all over again.  This is Lisa.

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Forgotten Fears

It seems like such a long time ago that I ever really felt afraid for you, but today I find myself reunited with feelings I hoped would never feature in my life again.  Looking at you, no-one would understand what there could be to worry about – you are a ‘picture of health’ as they say.  Those rosy cheeks and that sparkle in your blue, blue eyes betray what lies beneath.

For the last year, we have taken the news from every cardiology follow-up as fantastic steps towards you being a miracle in the making.  Each appointment showed further reduction in the aneurysms in your heart, and we celebrated every little move towards what we thought was your recovery from this awful disease.  And then, little by little, the reality dawned that the likelihood that your heart was magically repairing itself from the damage that had been done was slim, if near impossible.  My mind is filled with a constant echo of statements and warnings; babies diagnosed under 6-months are at increased risk of coronary stenosis, 75% of children with giant aneurysms will require intervention later in life, an angiogram will show us if there is any sign of stenosis, look out for signs of angina… the list goes on.

Something shifted this weekend following the receipt of the letter from your last Cardiology appointment.  At that appointment the Cardiologist measured your coronaries with an echocardiogram.  I noticed the figures 0.18 at the bottom of the screen – that is 1.8mm.  The cardiologist said “About the same [as last time]” and I remember thinking, “No, that’s smaller still…”  That said, the outcome was still the same, and your Cardiologist continued to urge us to proceed with the advised angiogram.  In the time since that appointment I had some e-mail exchange with a reputable Cardiologist in the Kawasaki world which gave me some comfort, and I have also spoken with the Cardiac Nurses who have agreed to make an appointment for me to meet with the consultant who will perform the angiogram to ensure I am completely comfortable with what you will go through when the time comes.  And then at the end of last week the letter came.  Encouragingly, your Doctor has discussed your case with a Paediatric Cardiologist in London, whose name I immediately recognised as one of the speakers at the KD Symposium in London earlier this year.  I was pleased that your doctor had taken this step, and it restored my faith a little.   Well a lot, really.  The letter also gave a better explanation than I received verbally at your appointment, and I now understand that an angiogram is really the only solution because of your size.  Although I still feel some degree of trepidation about the procedure, I have reconciled myself to the idea that this really is necessary for us to understand how this disease will continue to affect you in your future.

It was niggling me that the measurement was described as ‘the same’ at your appointment, but my memory was telling me something different. So I fished out your medical file (yes, I have a very organised file that is getting pretty thick now!) to have a look through the previous letters.  I was right – the previous appointment recorded a measurement for your left coronary artery (LCA) as 2.7mm.  So rather than being ‘the same’, the artery has actually remodelled by almost another millimetre, which is a reduction of a third of the size that it was just three months prior!  I don’t know if you can work out where my thoughts are going with this, but let me tell you, it has got me really concerned.

My initial concern is obviously the speed of remodelling.  OK, so we don’t know what is causing that – could it be layers of blood clot (thrombus) that is causing a narrowing of the arteries, or scar tissue forming on the artery wall as the aneurysms repair?  Since your KD journey began, I have plotted the measurements on a graph since the beginning (this will come as no surprise to those that know me personally!).  It’s been a bit hit and miss, because not all the measurements are documented in the letters (sometimes we get all three – left, right, and left anterior descending) sometimes only some, sometimes none.  And I haven’t always managed to jot the numbers down from the bottom of the screen during the appointments.  But one measurement that I have been able to capture consistently is that of your LCA, which was the most severely affected by Kawasaki Disease.

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What the graph shows me is that your LCA is now 65% more narrow than it was at it’s worst, and the pattern of remodelling has been as follows:-June (diagnosis) to July 2015             15% reduction

July to August 2015                               32% reduction

August to September 2015                 10% increase (anomaly?)

September to November 2015           6% reduction

November ’15 to May 2016                 13% reduction

May to September 2016                       33% reduction

Now I’m not statistician, but these numbers have got me worrying about the rate of remodelling.  How long it could be before that 1.8mm results in 100% stenosis?  And if your arteries become completely occluded, preventing the blood from flowing through your heart, there is no other outcome but a heart attack.  Is that even possible?!  I can’t even…

So now I’m thinking all sorts – why didn’t the Cardiologist mention this difference at the last appointment? Is she not as worried as me?  She said the measurements were the same, but they clearly are not.  And if you are now on a waiting list for months before the investigation can be carried out, I am worried that you could suffer a heart attack before we get the chance to understand what is going on. I mean, can that happen? What is the likelihood?  It’s possible, but is it probable? 

I’ve left a message with the Cardiac Nurses – I really need to speak to them to air my concerns and get some answers. I feel, whether logical or not, that we are just waiting for your heart to fail.  And what just dawned on me last night as I was over-thinking this whole situation is that we have never considered when the worst could happen.  We were told to look out for signs of angina – the only sign we were made aware of was if you were to suddenly stop playing for example.  But last night as I marvelled at this amazing little girl who sleeps through the night, always has, the thought entered my head; what if it happens when you are asleep…?  I mean, if I were a statistician I would be able to calculate the probability of a heart attack happening at a certain point.  You sleep between 14 and 17 hours per day!  That means that you are asleep for up to 70% of any given day…

So now I have a new fear, and I cannot shake it. It kept me awake last night and brought tears silently streaming as I lay there struggling to get to sleep.  It caused me to jump out of bed on more than one occasion to check the monitor was switched on, and it meant that I woke this morning with that old feeling of dread until I heard the first murmur from your room.  When you were diagnosed with KD and we were told that your heart was significantly damaged by the disease, I feared every day that I would wake to find you taken from us.  I was so afraid of finding you gone that I was frozen to the bed until I heard even just the slightest movement from the baby monitor.  Every bit of me wanted to get out of bed and check you were breathing, but I just couldn’t physically move because the fear kept me pinned down.  How would I know? I mean are there any signs? You often cry out in your sleep, maybe just once, and then you drift back off to sleep.  Is that what it would be like? If you were sleeping, and me and Daddy were fast asleep, would there be anything to hear?

I have read that the signs of heart failure in a child could include the following:-

  • excessive sweating
  • extreme tiredness and fatigue
  • poor feeding
  • rapid heartbeat
  • rapid breathing
  • shortness of breath
  • chest pain
  • a blue tinge to the skin

Would you let us know about any of those if you were sleeping? Would we hear? Would we know you were in trouble?  You think about emergency procedures in the event of a heart attack – call 999, get an ambulance, perform CPR… But if it happened in your sleep and we didn’t know, you could be left for hours before we realised, and by then it would be too late.

I wish I didn’t have such a vivid imagination. My mind plays out these scenes like a movie in my head, and I can’t shake it.  I have ‘seen’ it – the moment I find you gone.  I have ‘felt’ how I didn’t want to live anymore in a world without you in it.  I am angry at the world, angry at this insidious disease that crept up on you and broke your heart.  And I am afraid beyond words of what might be around the corner.  All parents worry about the fate of their children.  Hopefully most see the death of their child as an unlikely threat, and it features just for a nanosecond of each day.  To know that there is a possibility (regardless of the probability) of losing your child is a feeling I cannot describe adequately to anyone who hasn’t experienced something similar.  It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff, a dark and indeterminate cavern beneath, knowing that just one breath of wind could change the course of your life forever.  Sometimes I can barely breathe for fear that the slightest movement could unbalance me.

You have many people rooting for you – hoping, wishing, praying.  Some believe you are going to change the KD history books.  Others say you are a fighter, an inspiration and a miracle.  I’m too superstitious to believe in any of that for fear of jinxing your progress.  There are some that have so much faith in God that they ‘know’ you will be ok.  I worry that if there is a God his plan could be for the world to learn from a tragedy – your tragedy.  I just don’t know anymore, Peanut.  All I know is that right now I find myself out of control yet again at the hands of this disease.  I am still in utter disbelief when I consider the events of the last year, and often think about bundling you in the car and running far, far away from all this.  Pretend it never happened.  But there isn’t just you to think about, and I have responsibilities and relationships to consider.  And sometimes, no matter how hard it is, I just have to accept that I am indeed a grown up.

I don’t want to be a grown up anymore 😦