Monday, April 17, 2017

What's your problem Veterans Affairs!?

I totally get that the VA is overwhelmed and understaffed etc. I understand that some things are out of their control. But there is SO MUCH that IS in their control and SO MUCH that they could be doing far better. The staff who are filled with hate and discontent far outweigh the good staff, that alone is a huge issue.

Why has the care that my husband has received at 2 of our local VA facilities been so horrible? Why have we had issues with multiple providers leaving his medical record with poorly written, incorrect and incomplete notes from visits? Why must every single thing be a fight?

Our latest adventure in VA hell has been trying to get a Seizure Helmet for my husband. Early February we were finally sent over to OT to have one ordered. After roughly 5 weeks I started asking questions about why it hadn't arrived. Of course, I couldn't get a hold of anyone from Prosthetics in Gainesville. I finally spoke to my husband's case manager and he started asking questions. He found out that the helmet was actually back ordered and no one bothered to tell me or do anything about it, despite it being "expedited". He was told that a new helmet was being ordered and expedited through another vendor. More time went by and I started asking questions again. My husband's Wounded Warrior Safe Harbor contact (They have done a lot of failing too. That's a story for another day) started making calls for me, because gain, I can't get a hold of anyone. She was told that the Helmet was ordered and would arrive to us the next day (April 12th).  So between the time that the case manager talked to them and the time the wounded warrior person talked to them, they had never actually ordered it. The helmet never showed up. Today, since my husband had an appointment at the Gainesville VA anyway, I decided that we should stop into prosthetics to ask what was going on. The guy came back after being gone a while to let us know that there is no record of the helmet being ordered... so it would be ordered today, sent overnight and hopefully get to us either tomorrow or Wednesday. WHAT THE HELL Y'ALL!? All i'm asking for here is a freaking seizure helmet. I just want to protect my husband's head a little bit when he's having seizures. He has hit his head so many times. He needs this. I'm not asking for something crazy here.

Just to shed more light on the incredibly poor attitude of the staff as a whole. While we waited for the guy helping us, the woman at the front desk as well as another man in the back, were talking about a patient. She said "He started trying to tell me his story, but honestly, I ignored him." and the other guy there was saying that the guy wasn't owed special shoes even though he thinks he was, bad mouthed him etc. and he tossed a paper pertaining to the guy carelessly, not caring where it fell. This is a problem! They need people to care about the patients!

I also told them that every single time I tried calling there I would get the after hours messaging system, regardless of what time of day it was and that I had left several messages with no return phone calls. They told me that the phones are messed up.... WHY are the phones messed up Gainesville, FL VA??? WHY aren't people getting calls back? Why is it so hard to get my husband a seizure helmet!?  I'm not asking for anything crazy.... just a seizure helmet. This is a case of people not doing their job! This is a situation that is 100% avoidable. This is just one of many issues we are having with the VA. It's shameful and unnecessary. 

I would also like to know why we must go into the ER when my husband needs to see his PCM for an appointment other than his yearly follow-up. Why can't an appointment be easily made when he needs to be seen? Why are we instructed that we need to go to the ER in order to have his PCM see him? That is ridiculous and takes away from real emergencies in the emergency department! The system needs a massive overhaul. 

Monday, March 27, 2017

Starting Over

Hello There! Long time no see, right!? Wow... it's been a while. There is so much to update y'all on, I don't even know where to start. But I'll try.

Those of you who followed me knew that my husband had become disabled due to the TBIs he had sustained. He has since been retired from the Navy, we have relocated to a tiny town in Florida, right over the Georgia line and we're now dealing with the absolute mess that is the VA.

Tony's conditions have slowly deteriorated a bit and I'm his full time caregiver.

The kids are still amazing and getting huge... and old. Our oldest son has a job!

I finally took control of my health a bit, after having the realization of how much my husband really needs me to take care of him. I've made huge leaps in my mindset, I've really strived to be more peaceful within. I do Yoga and Meditate. I have also, through strictly willpower, exercise and calorie counting alone, lost 76 lbs. (that's like... a whole 10 year old!).

We still have our old lady dogs, Emmie and Stormy (of course! they are family, they aren't going anywhere!) and now we have a 9 month old Chocolate Labrador named Harley, who we are training to be Tony's Service Dog (so far, so good).


I guess that update doesn't look like a lot... But it really is! I've missed writing a whole lot (publicly anyway, I've written a ton privately). I have so much to share about so many things. There has been so much good and bad. I really want to not only share the mundane things, but I also want to share things and issues that truly need attention, things that need to change, things that need to be brought to light.

I suppose this is really a quick "I'm back" kind of deal, I have a lot to tell you my friends. Stick around, I need you.



I will leave you all with a few pictures. Because, you know... that's what I do.




Christmas 2016

Monday, December 21, 2015

Allergy Friendly Banana Bread Muffins

I've made these Muffins for the kids several times now. They are always a hit and super easy to make!


Banana Bread Muffins

3 c flour
1 1/2 c granulated sugar
2 t baking powder
2 t baking soda
1 t salt
1/2 c coconut oil (melted)
1/2 c coconut milk
6 medium ripe mashed bananas
2 t vanilla extract

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

In stand mixer, or using a hand mixer, whichever you prefer, blend bananas until smooth. Add oil, coconut milk and vanilla until combined well. Slowly add in dry ingredients while mixing the batter. Spoon batter into lined muffin tins. Fill close to the top. Bake for 18-22 minutes.

Yields about 2 dozen standard size muffins.


(I also make these in Jumbo size (pictured below). It is 1.5 times this recipe and the baking time is 35-38 minutes. This Yields a dozen.)

Allergy Friendly, Vegan Snickerdoodles - Tastes like classic Snickerdoodles!

It's rare that I come up with an Allergy Friendly cookie recipe that actually tastes like the real thing. These are perfect though! And Vegan to boot.


Allergy Friendly, Vegan Snickerdoodles

2 1/2 cups All Purpose Flour (I like Gold Medal Organic because it has no Barley)
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
16 tablespoons Earth Balance Soy Free Buttery Spread (http://earthbalancenatural.com/product/soy-free-buttery-spread/)
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 eggs worth of prepared Ener G Egg Replacer (http://www.ener-g.com/egg-replacer.html)

Coating

1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 1/2 tablespoons ground cinnamon


Directions

Whisk together flour, cream of tartar, baking soda and salt.

In a large bowl beat together buttery spread, sugar and vanilla with a hand mixer until fluffy. Add egg replacer and beat well.

Scrape sides and add flour mixture. Mix with a fork until fully blended (I tend to use my hands)

Mix together coating in a small bowl.

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.

Shape heaping tablespoons of dough into balls and coat them in the sugar and cinnamon coating. Place 2 inches apart on cookie sheet.

Bake for 8-10 minutes. The cookies will be puffed up a bit and settle while cooling. Allow to set for 5 minutes on the cookie sheet and then transfer to cooling rack,


Monday, May 11, 2015

To the kind stranger in Target

Dear kind stranger in Target,
    
      I know you probably won't see this, but I hope you do. Yesterday, you encountered my family in the shoe department at the Lisbon, CT. Target. The family with the load of children. You gave us $20 and I really hope you heard me say thank you as you quickly walked away. If you didn't, THANK YOU! Your kind gesture means more than I think you realize. I was almost brought to tears.

Let tell you about my family. My husband has been in the Navy for nearly 17 years. The income isn't spectacular, but we got by. We made the decision to have all of our children because we were able to adequately provide for them. But right now, our current circumstances are making that more difficult. They have their necessities of course, but it's just not easy.

The years of little sleep and abuse to my husband's body on a daily basis, took an enormous toll on his health. Between that and 2 substancial brain injuries (along with several concussions) his medical situation is quite a burden right now (seizures, PTSD, receptive and expressive aphasia, tinitis, anosmia, serious memory issues, anxiety, depression, hormone deficiencies, venous insufficiency, kerataconus, a torn ligament in his ankle the Navy never repaired, nerve damage, separated shoulders etc.) He is on something called "limited duty" while he receives treatment for his traumatic brain injury and other medical conditions he developed over his years of service. This means he lost a substancial chunk of his paycheck and things are rough financially. He likely won't be given the chance to finish his 20 years for the military retirement, as we had planned all along. I'm essentially his caretaker, because he needs a lot of help with things.
The unknown is scary.

We also have a son with severe food allergies, so there are certain foods we can't cut corners on. 

So thank you for your kindness. It means so much to us. You knew nothing about our family, but still chose to make an act of kindness in our direction. For that we are grateful.

Sincerely,
Sarah L.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Traumatic Brain Injury in the Real World

For those who are fortunate enough not to have sustained a very severe traumatic brain injury and do not have any outwardly obvious physical disabilities, there are still very tangible struggles.

When someone looks "fine" or "ok" and acts seemingly "normal", it's hard for people on the outside to really comprehend the struggles they are facing on the inside. I'll admit, it's even hard for me, the very patient and understanding spouse of a man with a moderate TBI to understand some days. And some days, truthfully, it's exhausting.

Only those who are the closest to them, really see the daily obstacles. Those on the outside have difficulty seeing past the initial observation. I have helped my husband through seizures. I have watched light-hearted conversation with friends or family take every bit out of him and him need to sleep after. I've watched him fight to hold it together while the normal daily workings of our household start to overwhelm him. I've watched crippling anxiety prevent him from being able to watch our daughter open her gifts at her 5th birthday party or seeing someone at the store sending him into a full blown anxiety attack and having to go right home. I've ridden the daily emotional roller coaster with him. I've held him through some really low, lows. I'm there to constantly remind of him things he can't remember... I'm kind of like his right leg. He could live without me and get by ok, but having me here to lean on makes it a whole lot easier to keep walking.

Whether we want to admit it or not, Traumatic Brain Injury affects our daily life, in more ways than one. From daily tasks to relationships. We all just keep on pushing forward though. In the ideal setting, such as the TBI program my husband was part of, everyone gets it. They understand that there is so much more beneath the surface. So much more. However, in the real world, there are individuals walking around recovering from brain injuries all around us and we don't even realize it. They have to navigate a brash, impatient, unsympathetic world, while appearing to be "normal", all while dealing with a brain that has it's wires crossed. There is no magic pill to just make it all start working right.

I think one of the most frustrating things for both survivors and caregivers is when people say "He looks just fine." or "She looks like she is all better now." Looking fine or better on the outside is not an accurate reflection of what's going on, on the inside. For me, I take comments like that very personally, because my children and I are here experiencing the daily struggles along with him. I feel that it not only minimizes what he is going through, but it minimizes what we are going through as well. This certainly isn't an easy road to walk for any of us. People see the smiling, maybe even upbeat man they are having a short conversation with, but what they don't see is the anxiety, sensory overload and often emotional unraveling that comes after. It's like he's holding his breath and just waiting until the conversation is over to relax and breathe. It's an inner struggle, which I imagine is partly comprised of pride, that makes him force a certain appearance with most people. Those who are the closest can see subtle differences despite that, but most others, don't.

My husband is still who he was... but he isn't. Some days I see a beautiful glimpse of our "old normal", but our "new normal" is what we are living with and we have come to terms with that. We appreciate the moments when he is able to be a little like his old self though. Even if it's something as little as getting through a shopping trip without having to leave abruptly because of anxiety or sensory overload. That little thing, is actually really significant to us. We definitely stay home more. He needs naps almost daily. He forgets things every day. He's here though, and mostly healthy. For that I am thankful.

Traumatic Brain Injury in the real world, to put it frankly, freaking sucks. The survivors need to know there ARE those of us who care and understand. All of us right legs... well, we kind of need that too.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Reflecting on 2014

2014 was not a good year for us. The last 3 years haven't been great because, well... Rotten Groton, Sea Duty and shitty people. But 2014 took the cake for being the worst. Our experiences this last year have taught us a lot about people, trust, relationships, betrayal and many other things. It has also made us realize just how solid we are as a family.

The year started, much like the last few, with my husband's presence being very scarce. His boat was preparing to go to sea, looming inspections, high level Navy visits and testing. Lots of stress from that angle, but nothing we haven't experienced before. It is the Navy after all.

Early in the year Wyatt had surgery.

We had our first child with stitches.

Declan swallowed his sister's little diary keys, while my husband was gone.

My mom almost died in the hospital.

Toward the end of the summer my husband accidentally crushed his foot.

A week after hurting his foot, my husband sustained a TBI.

We lost a large chunk of my husband's paycheck each month abruptly, due to him going on Limited Duty because of his injury.

On Halloween, I broke my foot. The base of my 5th metatarsal to be exact.

Friends have faded away.

Our dryer died last week and has yet to be fixed.

And more... but I suppose this stuff was the most notable.

My husband's TBI has changed everything and has dominated most of our life the last 4 months. This is something we'll be dealing with for a very long time and we are accepting that. This last year has tested us many times. We have persevered and we will continue to persevere. We are strong and only get stronger.

I have an amazing family. My children are amazing. My husband is amazing. The small group of friends who have stuck around through the tough times are incredible. 2015 has to be better. It WILL be better. We don't know what this year will bring as far as my husband's career or his recovery, but I do know good things have to be coming our way. You have to have the rain, to get the rainbow. We're just waiting or our rainbow.

Our hearts are bigger.
Our hearts are more full.
We are grateful.
We are resilient.

We. Are. Resilient.


Happy New Year



Sunday, December 28, 2014

Speaking Candidly About TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury)

I try to stay positive about our situation. I really do. But sometimes it sucks.

Sometimes things are pretty good too. But it doesn't last long.

I've previously mentioned that my husband sustained a TBI. As we move along in this journey, I have learned and realized a lot of things. I realize now, that my husband had a mild TBI from the accident that nearly killed him in 2005, Between Navy Drs. not being proactive and his failure to push the issue because of stigma and worries about his career, he never received treatment for it. Now, so much makes sense. So many things we went through for years makes sense. There is no ignoring his moderate - severe TBI now though. Oh No. Just when a day is going so well, a seizure will sneak right in there. Or anxiety will get the best of him. Or his memory being so bad ruins his day.

Another thing I have quickly learned, is that the Submarine Community severely lacks education on brain injuries. They will educate submariners like crazy about sexual assault and substance abuse, but brain injuries... not so much. The lack of education leads to deep ignorance on the matter. Ignorance that tears an individual with a brain injury right down. The lack of support, the stigma, the false accusations, the shame... It all takes an incredible toll on the person with the brain injury. I don't know if it's a lack of understanding or just a group of not so great people, but my husband was alienated by most of his "friends", he wasn't given the same farewell that other people leaving his boat received (injured or otherwise.) and we definitely weren't given the kind of support that others received. Just because his legs weren't shattered to pieces and he wasn't in a coma, doesn't mean his injury is any less deserving of support. Or any less of an actual injury. And it definitely didn't make it ok for people to falsely accuse him (mostly behind his back of course) of either faking the injury or hurting himself on purpose. (His moderate-severe TBI is medically documented. So you can shove THAT ONE up your ass. He also couldn't have hurt himself like this on purpose. You know who you are.)

You know, TBI doesn't just happen to the person who is injured, it happens to their family. My husband's condition has changed our whole life. We don't know what is going to happen with the Navy, we abruptly lost a large chunk of his pay, which stresses us financially because he had to go on limited duty to be treated, our every day life is impacted by his TBI and while he is still the same person... he isn't the same. I have to take care of my husband during and after seizures now, Our children have to see their daddy have seizures. His anxiety, mood swings, depression, fatigue, cognitive issues and memory issues all effect the whole family in one way or another. I feel overwhelmed sometimes.. he feels guilty... It's hard. It's hard on him. It's hard on me. It's hard on our children.

Lack of understanding... That is one thing that is a huge frustration. Especially from family and friends. Look yall, don't ask my husband every time you talk to him what is going to happen with the Navy. He is already dealing with so much with his TBI and he has other medical issues that have developed from his work environment over the years, he is also dealing with. He has no idea what is going to happen. We all know I'm an over-sharer... You'll know, when we know, what is going to happen with the Navy. And jeebus, stop asking him about him finishing college. HE WANTS TO! He HAS wanted to, but the vast majority of his career has had such an incredibly demanding (this word is just not even good enough for how awful it was) schedule that he was not allowed the time. Right now, he is not in a place that he could do it. HE HAS A TBI. TRAUMATIC, BRAIN. INJURY. He has to go to sleep after doing a half day of menial work or making phone calls. He can't concentrate. His short term memory is horrendous. I'm not sure what else to say for people to understand the gravity of what he is dealing with.

My husband can walk. My husband can talk. My husband can hold a conversation (sometimes). These surface things make him look fine. People look at him and think he looks fine. He does look fine at a glance. But if you look at him, really look at him, his eyes have a sadness I've never seen before. He has seizures. He has difficulty controlling his emotions. He has anxiety, He has depression, He has mood swings, He has severe memory loss. He has trouble articulating. He can't concentrate. He has a lot of cognitive impairment, His hormones are even all screwed up because of frontal lobe damage. None of this he can control. None of this is something he can just "get over" or "push through". He has real damage and real issues. Just looking at him, no you won't see all of this, but the few people who really know him will see a difference when talking to him. But no one sees what we see here at home with him. This is the place where he isn't in a protective bubble, painfully struggling to be "normal". We see all of the problems, We see the pain. We see the anger. We see the frustration. We see the sadness.



This is such a lonely journey we are on. My heart breaks for my husband because he is going through so much. Most of his "friends" disappeared and other than his parents, his family couldn't care less about him. The TBI clinic here on base is the only place that has shown him real support and caring, I try to be his biggest advocate and his biggest cheerleader. I also try to put some lightness into the difficult situations. When he is having a terrible time with his memory and forgets something, sometimes I'll try to make light of it and we can laugh about it.

I'm still trying to find my place in all of this. I feel like I don't have a support system. I do have a few friends who I know will listen, but I feel guilty talking to them about it because I know they don't really understand. It's just a lonely, isolating journey for us.

Traumatic Brain Injury is something that changes lives. I never realized how very little I understood that, until I experienced that life change myself. I don't know all that my husband goes through, I don't know the full extent of his struggle and pain. I try to understand it the best I can though. I'm even trying to understand my own feelings. I've been through almost losing my husband and sometimes this feels harder than that dark time in 2005. But then I realize that it kind of all comes together. All that has happened to him is one big giant weight on my shoulders... on my heart.

Traumatic Brain Injury just sucks.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor"

I haven't blogged in a while. Between my husband's boat schedule and then a series of crappy events, life has been in a bit of a tailspin. In other words, shit hit the fan.

My husband's boat started going to sea, so he had been gone and then between underways while he was helping me "winterize" the back patio in preparation of him being gone most of he Fall and Winter, he dropped a gutter stone (the large, HEAVY stone thing used to direct water flow under a gutter) on his foot while moving it (August 31st). His foot was originally thought to have been broken, but they later determined it was not. It was however very badly hurt with deep contusions. This injury prevented him from leaving for the next underway with the sub. The tentative plan was to fly him out to a scheduled port call if it was healed enough to do so. My husband being the man that he is, with the incredible work ethic he has and the pride he has in his job, was pushing himself hard to make that happen.

One week after crushing his foot, he took a terrible fall down the stairs (September 7th). Really terrible. I found him unconscious on the bottom landing after hearing him fall while I was sitting on the front porch (he is roughly 6'2" and 240lbs. It was loud!). I called 911. When he came to, he was very disoriented and had no recall whatsoever. He'd ask what happened and when I finished telling him that he fell, he'd ask again. It was seriously that bad.

When the EMTs, police, duty chief on base and whoever else showed up, he was still on the stairs and in tough shape. They were asking him what day it was, what year it was, how old he is, his birth date, who the president is etc. He wasn't able to answer any of it. He did remember me and the kids. He couldn't remember the kids names or ages, but he remembered we have 6 of them. He kept asking them over and over what happened, the same as he did with me. He also kept asking if the kids and I were okay. It was really scary to see. At one point I had left his side to answer questions, you know, because they had to make sure he wasn't drunk or on something that could have impaired him and caused him to fall (which he wasn't, for the record). When I wasn't by his side to reassure him repeatedly that the kids and I were okay, he started crying and panicking. He was on the stretcher at that point. That was the one moment I almost broke down. In the ambulance he was asking if we were in a car accident and started asking again where the kids and I were and if we were okay. I was sitting up in the cab of the ambulance with the driver (I wasn't allowed in the back with him, so they could fully asses him) and I could hear his repetitive questions, sporadic crying and confusion.

::Side Note:: I am so incredibly fortunate to have the friends/neighbors that I do. Several of them were over here to help in an instant. One followed the ambulance to the hospital to be with me, while others were here to stay at the house with the children. It was amazing.
The amnesia and disorientation persisted for roughly 5 hours at the hospital. During that time my husband had a CT scan, chest x-ray and was vomiting from the head trauma. He began to become more aware and remembering basic things like his name, age, year etc. The Dr. was originally going to keep him, but since there was no bleeding in his brain, they discharged him early in the morning with the diagnosis of a Severe Concussion and Cervical Strain.

So here we were. An injured foot and an injured brain. At that point he was still on crutches. He slept that entire next day after the fall. The one person from the boat who we saw that day was pretty insensitive and rude. They were going out to sea the next day and he had to check into his temporary assignment. The weeks that followed consisted of me driving him to and from different places on the base. Dr. appointments, squadron (where was was temporarily attached to) etc. It quickly became apparent that his symptoms from the head injury were not resolving themselves and he was referred to the Neurologist on base at the TBI clinic. To this day, he still had no memory of the day he fell or the day after. So we don't actually know what happened. We just know he landed right on his head, hard.

He was diagnosed with a moderate-severe (basically on the high end of moderate) TBI. Traumatic Brain Injury.... that is one of those things I always associated in my mind with war. Bombs, bullets, that kind of thing. The Dr. put it into perspective for me. A closed head injury caused by blunt force trauma is the same on the inside. The brain still slams around and sustains injury whether it was a car accident, a fall or the force from a bomb. This was also my husband's 4th or 5th head injury, between football in high school, his bad accident in 2005 and slamming his head working in the sub. That increases the potential for it to be more serious and cause permanent damage.

Well, shit.

We have since been learning, as a family, to adjust to the pretty prodigious impact it has on his daily life and ours. I have learned so much about TBI. I wish I had educated myself when I knew others who were dealing with it. There is just so much I didn't know and didn't realize. The symptoms.. oh the symptoms. With the TBI came hurtful rejection by people who he thought were friends, rumors on the sub he was on and all of the TBI related symptoms. But together we are learning, adjusting and pushing forward as a family. We're working through a huge host of symptoms from seizure activity, to anxiety, to cognitive impairment. He participated in a 4 week long program for TBI and PTSD and is under continued care of the Neurologist and some other medical professionals. I guess we'll see what other diagnosis we face as time goes on. Perhaps I'll even make it a point to continue to blog about it.

Oh but wait... there's more. On Halloween, after coming home from taking my husband to have an EEG done, I stepped out the front door, rolled my ankle hard and broke my foot. I BROKE MY DAMN FOOT just walking out the front door! Rolling my ankle broke the base of my 5th metatarsal on my right foot. Did I mention it's my RIGHT FOOT? So I can't drive either.

We have Tony's recovery which is a huge thing, Wyatt's ongoing issues we're seeing a new urologist for, Cameron needing to see a new allergist, Alex's quarterly endo visits and now me needing to be under ortho care for my foot. We just have all sorts of excitement going on around here. I'm anxiously awaiting some good things to come our way. I guess we'll just look at it as becoming some real skillful sailors in this sea of life.

You bet your booty I sage smudged this freaking house this past week when I was able to hobble around enough to do so.



"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor."

Monday, May 19, 2014

Zayne finally did it! He donated his beautiful hair!

I took Zayne to my hairdresser today to have his hair cut so he can donate it to Wigs For Kids. We started growing it when he was 3, when he was 4 he said he wanted to grow it long enough to donate. So we did! We waited long enough so that when he donated he would still have enough hair left for it to be on the longer side. He was so excited to go and have it cut for donation today. He kept talking about wanting to give his hair to WFK for them to make a wig for a little girl or boy who has lost their hair. He also said he wants to grow it again, so he can donate again.

He is just really such an awesome kid. He said he misses his hair, but he is so happy he donated it. I'm proud of him.

I bonus for him.... He thought my hairdresser was cute... haha.

OF COURSE I took photos!