Name Your Fear

As A and O are kids plagued with anxiety, it’s not a shock we’ve seen a huge uptick in behavioral symptoms from temper tantrums to inability to stay in bed again to potty issues to… as they go through a period of their life filled with huge changes at the beginning of this school year..  At age 7 and 8, I thought we would be beyond many of these issues but dealing with them is where we are.  As we remind them how they know what they should do, it becomes obvious they just aren’t at a point emotionally where they are even processing what is wrong.  There is simply too much going on, and all of it is frustrating.  One of the things we have initiated is to ask them every night before bed to name at least one fear they had during the day.  Our hope is in its naming either they can take control of it or we can for them once we know it. There is a power that comes from the articulation of ones fears.
When it comes to me, I find such thoughts small solace reading this past week how questionable the use of steroids are for MS patients who have flares:  steroid study . Great, it may seem odd to worry about such things as I have gone a relatively long period without a flare.  Still, I keep reading conflicting studies about MS rebound post Tysabri.  It seems every set of numbers released gives me worse odds than the numbers released prior.  Therefore, I keep track of Tysabri numbers and the possible treatments likely to follow it should I stop taking Tysabri.  
It would be nice to think there was a point to the metal tasting emotional roller coaster rides I have had taking steroids in the past or might take again.  I always hoped they shortened my relapses.  Maybe they did.  Still, this study seems to suggest we end up with the same new baseline whether we take them or not.  The only difference is arriving at the new baseline 2 weeks earlier with steroids.  I note so much is still unknown.  Originally, I never thought to ask if they left me in a “better” place than had I not taken them.  Now with the new information saying 2 weeks earlier, it still does not say I will be at my worst for 2 weeks longer or shorter depending on my choice.  Where is the delay/improvement taking place in the healing cycle, at the beginning or the end when I am mostly better?
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My second big MS fear was articulated in the same blog (different post), brain training.  The writer wants MS listed as a “preventable dementia.”  Great, while I know it is not his intention to lay blame at the patients’ feet, it certainly sounds that way when we start calling anything “preventable.” I recognize the author means “preventable” as a way to encourage doctors and patients to start immediately to do what they can to slow down the progress of MS through strong disease modifying drugs or therapies.  I just hate thinking I have dementia even as my rework rate (amount of time checking and correcting simple tasks I attempt) skyrockets these past few weeks.  I know J sees it in me.  This just seems another way to label MS patients with too broad a brush stroke for my tastes.  I will also admit much of my resistance to these terms originates from my fear of growing less knowledgeable rather than more.  I find it scary to think I may have reached the point where I will lose more knowledge faster than I am capable of gaining.
Now the article and study did point out training our brains helps.  I hope so.  I blog in hope of better training my mind.  It’s an exercise is summing up life as I and my family experience it, making the good better, the bad less bad, and the fears more tolerable. 
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On the fun side, our family went to a horse jumping competition over the weekend.  Naturally, the first rider fell off and had to be taken away in an ambulance.  This did not do wonders for A’s anxiety as she loves riding horses.  Thankfully, the rest of the show went off well, and we sat next to a woman who had been jumping horses for the past 20 years who explained what each rider and horse was doing as they went through the course.  I think that time alone was probably worth the admission for A.  We also got to tour an old car show happening on the fair grounds at the same time.  It is not every day we get to see old legends like Ford’s from the 1920’s, back when business leaders sought to price their goods and wages to make all workers able to buy what they have a hand in making.  I kept looking at the car less as a peace of automotive history and more as a peace of the economic history that promoted the strength of American consumerism.


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"Lifeisnowhere."

“Lifeisnowhere.”
What do you see when you read the title?  I have written this down on sheets of paper and asked people to read it.  It’s interesting because it’s a pretty evenly split response between
1. Life is nowhere.
And
2. Life is now here.
As I look at my family’s life this week, I think a convincing case can be made for either.  Therefore, I will start with evidence for the first option, the “nowhere” option.  My kids and wife are losing their best friends in 2 weeks as they move to Africa for two years.  At the same time, they are losing their home visiting therapists whom they have worked with for the past 2 years.  If that is not enough, they may also lose their other therapists as well as they are promoted/reassigned.  It all makes a tough way to start a new school year.  
I tried speaking with the director of the at home services about the timing of the change.  When told they had needed to change/end this service for months, all I could ask is why they waited until now to tell us?  Had we known, we would have ended the service at the beginning of the summer when they still had their friends for months.  As I said this, he told me we must teach our kids people will come in and out of their life.  Learning to deal with this is a skill they need.  
Do they need to learn everyone will leave them save J and me?  At the same moment?  This does not feel like a healthy concurrence of events for children who already have attachment issues.  That these issues are common for foster children in no way makes them less difficult with which to live.  I do not understand how a director of a project whose mission is to provide mental health services would so casually dismiss the strain the timing of their withdrawal is causing.  
As their bodies start showing some of the signs of strain of stress and lack of sleep, their behavior becomes fit to make a parents hair curl every afternoon.  At this point other parents avoid even customary greetings too my son after school because they know they could expect nothing more than sour grumbles in reply.   As my head hurts more and more often towards the end of my infusion cycle, I feel less able to string ideas together, which can make programing at work take longer.  I am having a harder time dealing with multiple situations at once, so with our kids at home I take longer and longer to get things done, whether it is getting them bathed or cleaning the dishes. Yes, times like this feel like life leads nowhere.
In times like these, I am thankful for Dire Strait Why Worry lyrics, “There should be laughter after pain.  These things have always been the same.  So why worry now?”
K pianno
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2. Life is now here:
O cake
Both kids had double birthdays of fun celebrated first with Grandma and Grandpa and then with our friends down the street.   We have had lots of cake.  Grandma made some awesome cakes designed to invoke memories and smiles from some of their favorite moments of the last year that they both enjoyed last weekend.  Then during the week, we had a cookie cake (for A) followed a few days later with a tie-die colored cake covered with purple icing in honor of the Ravens (for O).  Sharing them with their friends made for a fun filled school night.
Then over the weekend, we all took part in my mom’s wedding.  While they did not sleep well the night before, they did have fun running the dog around the house until its tongue looked permanent hanging out the side of its mouth.  People commented on how calm Rodger (the dog) was, and we chuckled because even a young labradoodle is no match in energy to the waves of energy our kids brought to the game of chase.    In fairness, it was three on one.  K also had a great time picking up the beet played by the piano player and joining (uninvited at first).  It turns out she has a gift for music.  In our next house, we will have to make room for a piano.
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As for which reading is correct of the original “lifeisnowhere,” I think I will stick with my original reading.  When I first read it, I said, “Life is here now or life is nowhere.”  We have only now to pull what joy we may.  Sometimes, that means making the best of difficult times.   I think we continue to do so, making the best memories possible from stress-filled days.
This blog will soon be moving in full from www.thelifewelllived.blogspot.com  to this site.  For now, I continue to work on setting up the widgets and add-ons. 

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