ZannahRain
2 by birth & 1 by heart
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I desperately need a rant/self pity party. My daughter was diagnosed in June '10, after 5 months of no answers at all, with Leigh's Disease (Subacute necrotizing encephalomyoelopathy). It's a rare mitochondrial disorder that basically kills off her brain cells. For her this causes developmental delays and regression, seizures, failure to thrive, dystonia, aspiration resulting in a gtube being placed, and lactic acidosis. The last one is what will most likely be the cause of respiratory failure. The disease is terminal; the best that can be done is to try to slow it down. There is no clue as to how long we have with her, it may be a week, it may be 3 more years; it could happen slowly as she is hooked up to monitors and machines in the hospital, or it could be in the middle of the night.
Amaya wasn't always like this. We had no idea that there was anything wrong at all up until 22 months. She was walking, she was talking (a slight speech delay, but I figured as the youngest in a house of 10, she just didn't feel the need to talk), she was laughing, she was beating up on her big brother. Until February 25, 2010. Amaya went into a massive clonic-tonic seizure that ended up lasting over 3 hours and required that she be sedated. They didn't end up figuring out a cause and sent us home with her on antiseizure meds after 6 weeks. Once home she began to regress. She stopped talking. Had a hard time walking. Even stopped smiling.
In June they told us that when they compared an MRI done on her original trip in Feb and another done at the beginning of June, they knew her diagnosis. Even I, with my not-very-medical-eye, could tell the significant loss of brain mass between the two. Since then, we've been in therapy a lot; not to try to help her gain skills, but to try to keep the ones she still has for as long as possible.
That's where I'm having a rough time today. I miss her smile, most of all. She had such a gorgeous, radiant smile; but we haven't seen her smile or laugh in over a year. I miss her saying mama. I never thought I would beg just to hear my name. I miss her dancing. She used to LOVE music, if so much as someones cell phone went off, she would start dancing. A lot of people find strength in their faith... and I have honestly tried to build mine up... but it seems like every time I go to pray the only think I can ever think is, "Please don't take my baby away."
I'm sorry. I must seem like a nut. I usually handle everything very well... It's just that every couple of months or so, it's like I lose all strength and just break down.
Amaya wasn't always like this. We had no idea that there was anything wrong at all up until 22 months. She was walking, she was talking (a slight speech delay, but I figured as the youngest in a house of 10, she just didn't feel the need to talk), she was laughing, she was beating up on her big brother. Until February 25, 2010. Amaya went into a massive clonic-tonic seizure that ended up lasting over 3 hours and required that she be sedated. They didn't end up figuring out a cause and sent us home with her on antiseizure meds after 6 weeks. Once home she began to regress. She stopped talking. Had a hard time walking. Even stopped smiling.
In June they told us that when they compared an MRI done on her original trip in Feb and another done at the beginning of June, they knew her diagnosis. Even I, with my not-very-medical-eye, could tell the significant loss of brain mass between the two. Since then, we've been in therapy a lot; not to try to help her gain skills, but to try to keep the ones she still has for as long as possible.
That's where I'm having a rough time today. I miss her smile, most of all. She had such a gorgeous, radiant smile; but we haven't seen her smile or laugh in over a year. I miss her saying mama. I never thought I would beg just to hear my name. I miss her dancing. She used to LOVE music, if so much as someones cell phone went off, she would start dancing. A lot of people find strength in their faith... and I have honestly tried to build mine up... but it seems like every time I go to pray the only think I can ever think is, "Please don't take my baby away."
I'm sorry. I must seem like a nut. I usually handle everything very well... It's just that every couple of months or so, it's like I lose all strength and just break down.