Spring Forward (Some Assembly Required)

Friends on Facebook may have seen little bitty updates on our lives since "the big change" in the Autumn.  This new lifestyle is pretty busy but I owe you all an update.  I apologize for the delay.  So, here's what's happening.

WHERE WE'VE BEEN 

The Fall and Winter were spent adjusting, adjusting, oh, and adjusting.  Here's an excerpt from the last blog post dated Nov. 11, 2015 to refresh your memory:

 Micah came home last Friday and is doing so much better than he has in months!  He's helping with his own meds, and coming out of his room to eat at the table and even went out to a movie with his Dad, brothers and myself followed by dinner out!  He was pretty worn out by the end of it but he made it and he felt good about it.  Next Sunday we're going to give church a try.  He hasn't been able to go in a LONG time.

At home Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy, on-site Pulmonology Therapy (specialized bikes and tread climbers, etc with respiratory support) and hopefully - avoid illness!  Micah's room is quite small and barely contains all his medical equipment and our house doesn't have the extra space needed for optimum physical therapy.  Keeping Micah strong will mean doing the work every day and involves more than therapy.  It means having space to play guitar and rekindle friendships.  We're looking to add a room to our house especially designed for Micah's needs so we're going to be starting a campaign to raise the money, donated labor and materials to get it done as soon as we can.  So far the plan is working and he's getting stronger than he has been all Summer and we want to make sure he has every opportunity to make the most of the time he has left.

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The first few months were really difficult.  I'm not going to candy-coat it.  He was scared. He felt terrible and weak much of the time even with access to the oxygen around the clock.  He needed me to handle every single aspect of his care and could barely walk to the bathroom right next door to his own room.  Micah often asked me to sit and just be with him because the anxiety was so great.  The bi-pap alarms would go off repeatedly during the night and we struggled to figure out why.  It was a bit like having a newborn in the house again.  Sleep was at a premium and most of my day (and night) was focused on his care.  But that's what we signed up for in order to try to bring Micah back from the brink. Hospice began to visit to see if their services were appropriate for him.  I welcomed them to visit with Micah but I was resolute - we would not be needing them anytime soon.

WHERE WE ARE NOW

Micah did the work.  We all really did the work.  Nurses, physical therapists and occupational therapists came regularly for months working with Micah to help him regain some strength and stamina while I provided him with support with this prescriptions, meals, bi-pap machine, g-tube feedings, insurance paperwork and appointments with all those professionals.  As often as he could - almost daily - he would do the homework given by the therapists. First with just stretches and exercises to improve his balance and rebuild muscle mass. Then adding small amounts of weight.  All of it has worked to bring Micah from terrifying conversations like "maybe we should bring in hospice" to "you look really good!"  Micah went from an 110 lbs average weight, unable to maintain an appetite and often feeling to ill to eat to getting his appetite back and with consistent night calories from g-tube feedings to a whopping, healthier 147 lbs!

We did our best to squeeze all his medical equipment, supplies, physical therapy tools and personal belongings into a 10x10 room.  There are five of us living in this 3 bedroom 1.5 bath house and it can be done but there's no margin for error.  Micah has a folding chair in his room we keep for his visitors (mostly medical personnel) and we can fold it up when not needed making it easier to move around the equipment.  It's like learning to live in an RV.  You get VERY creative with space saving.  Nothing can be left out or laying about.  One challenge we couldn't overcome is Corban, Micah's little brother, doesn't have a room so he has to share with Mom and Dad.  He's 6 so as you can imagine - that's becoming even less ideal every day.  But the worst of it was that there was no room for Micah's guitars.  NONE.  They stayed put away and put up because there just wasn't an inch of room.  This meant he was a LOT less likely to play or even feel like playing.  It was just too much effort to even pull out and open the case.  I think this was a source of much of Micah's sadness.  Just not much reason to get up in the morning.  Nothing to inspire him.

One move we did finally make just this week was to have Micah swap rooms with his sister.  Her room is a little bit bigger in exchange for a smaller closet but the extra floor space was definitely needed. I tried to do this earlier but Micah had his reasons to stay in the smaller room - one of which was the proximity to the half bath - it would be further away which was unthinkable just two months ago. But the move has been made (almost done) while Micah is in the hospital for a tune-up (more on that later) with his approval.  It is going to make it possible for me to set up his guitars in a corner so they're ready to play whenever he feels the urge.  I'll have a little more room to move around his space so he won't feel like I'm about to fall on him every time I move from the oxygen concentrator to the medicine shelf!

BOTTOMLINE

The effort has been worth it.  Selling our business, moving Micah in with us and making his care our primary focus has brought about the improvements we were hoping for. so Micah is now more stable and ready to take on what's next.

Micah is ready for the next level.  He's reached a point in his recovery where he can take on more aggressive physical therapy. This means exercise equipment (read special pedaling devices) and weights.  Insurance doesn't cover this and they no longer cover the cost of physical therapy so that's on us.  I've come to learn that insurance is meant to keep people from dying but it doesn't have any interest in helping you be as healthy as you can be if you're disabled.  So once you're "stable" their work is done.  We're grateful for all that has been provided and the effort of the therapists and nurses but now that they've completed their assignments it's time for the rest of the work to be done - to get Micah from patient to having a life again - to contributing and being involved in the world again like he wants.  

It also means he'll need more space for this equipment.  We expect Micah to be on oxygen for the rest of his life and this means a concentrator, bi-pap machine, filters, tanks and more tanks, hoses, jugs of distilled water and more. Plus his IV pole, two pumps, IV supplies, refrigerated medicines which means he needs a refrigerator and the space to keep it nearby.  Then he can also keep his specialized high fat/ high calorie diet nearby as well and out of general circulation (if you know what I mean).  Cases and cases of formula for his g-tube feedings.  Ideally he would have a room with a private bathroom with a specialized tub/shower made to support people like Micah and a kitchenette because there is equipment that has to be sterilized every day and a frequent need for water and rinsing and washing.  I carry a lot of "stuff" back and forth to his room several times a day.

This disease is insidious.  Micah may continue to improve with all this effort.  We've seen good results so far.  Or the next illness may be the one that causes his one partially good lung to collapse.  I don't want to talk about worse case scenarios or planning for what that looks like here.  Currently, we want to focus on providing Micah every opportunity to have what we all have - a chance to make a life.  Who knows - maybe if we keep pressing on Micah will be able to take on more and more of his own care and feel the sense of independence we often take for granted. For as long as he can.

 Micah has been in the hospital for a quick tune up the last few weeks.  He started to feel poorly and then he had three wisdom teeth start to come in but they were impacted!  TERRIBLE pain.  Poor guy.  There was no relief. No oral surgeon wanted to take him on with all his underlying condition so the docs admitted him.  While waiting to get his teeth pulled as an inpatient (OHSU has an oral surgery department!) they started treating his illness but the delay from the oral surgery gave whatever it was in his lungs a chance to dig in so a longer stay was needed.  He looks great now and is coming home TODAY!  :)

Thanks for reading.  I've written so much but of course there's always more.  Please feel free to contact me with comments or questions.  Part of my goal here is to educate.  The world of disability is a mystery to some and I'm happy to answer your questions.
Thank you for your prayers and kind thoughts. You make a difference!