Shaina finished another round of antibiotics early last week, and the doctor wanted to see if she could do without them for a time. A couple of days later, a low-grade fever brought her back to his office. While she was there, they went ahead and drew labs for the second time in a week. She returned home with another round of antibiotics in tow. Unfortunately, the lab results came back that afternoon showing Shaina's liver numbers had risen drastically in a matter of days. Her doctors decided to admit her to the hospital to try and figure out what was going on.
Thankfully Aunt Debbie was still in town to take care of Grandma while Mom went with Shaina to the hospital. Debbie was scheduled to leave Dallas this past Sunday, so I returned to Texas to help. Grandma has nurses coming to the house to work on getting her strength back after a rough bout of pneumonia. So Mom and I are taking turns with Grandma at home and Shaina at the hospital. Grandma is feeling much better this week, and getting stronger every day.
Shaina's liver numbers have continued to rise since she was admitted last week. She is showing signs of jaundice and ascites. She is on antibiotics to treat any infection that would cause the low-grade fever. But with those antibiotics come additional fluids, and Shaina was starting to get very uncomfortable from swelling. This morning, her doctors performed a transjugular biopsy to get a better idea of what's happening in her liver. The biopsy showed an acute flare-up of her autoimmune disease, which could certainly explain the higher liver numbers. The autoimmune disease is likely flaring up because Shaina's immunosuppression was lowered to help her body fight the enterovirus she was dealing with this year. The Catch 22 of treating her autoimmune disease and the enterovirus continues...
In traditional Shaina fashion, the plan that has been devised to treat all of these issues is anything but simple. Tonight Shaina is receiving the first of a few strong doses of steroids to get her autoimmune disease under control, a new round of IVIG to prevent the enterovirus from flaring up while her immune system is suppressed by the steroids, and two diuretics to help relieve some of the swelling. Her sugars are high again so tonight she received insulin.
Unfortunately, Shaina began showing some signs of encephalopathy after her biopsy. It's not as severe as it was during the worst of the last bout, but she is definitely experiencing some confusion and unsteadiness. She is taking lactalose to lower her ammonia levels, but we hope that getting her autoimmune disease in check will help her liver and the encephalopathy will diminish. We're hoping. In the meantime, I can assure you that there's no way she's going to break the other foot on my watch.
|long hospital nights|
This brings me to an ongoing conversation that Shaina and I have about her situation that she would share with you personally if she were well enough to write. Right now, for our family, life stands still. We are all trapped in this moment, held captive by Shaina's dying liver, stagnant both here in this hospital and in our lives. As Shaina puts it, right now she is simply living, she is not really alive.
To live is to survive. Shaina is breathing, she is fighting, she is giving everything she has to make it to this transplant and make the transplant work. And the rest of the family is hanging on right there with her, halting our personal lives to give all of our strength and time supporting Shaina, to help her through the hardest fight of her life. Despite the ridiculous odds against her, Shaina is choosing to fight this fight. She could have given up many, many times. But she keeps fighting because she knows what it feels like to be alive and she wants with every fiber of her being to feel alive again.
Feeling alive is to wake up in the morning and not hurt. To be able to walk your dog outside and enjoy with her the warmth of the sun on your skin (or fur). To be able to cook a delicious meal with your family and friends and sit down together to savor it. To ride down the highway with the top down and the radio turned waaay up. To feel your feet in the sand and smell the salt of the ocean. And as Shaina once said, to have your Dad come in your room and put on a great jazz record, turn it up loud and watch him live every note. It is these experiences that make you feel alive. To feel love, passion, companionship, heartache and sometimes, just to have a belly laugh. To feel alive is to be moved. It is all those feelings and moments that make life worth living. When you're stripped of all of these things, and you're left struggling just to survive each day, you realize what is really important in life and how fortunate most of us are to experience the beauty all around us.
Life is so short. If you have your health, then you have the ability to live your life in a way that brings you great satisfaction and joy. Find out what it is that moves you and give to that everything you have. Enjoy getting caught in the rain. Cherish time with friends and loving family. Explore new cultures, hobbies and challenge yourself because you can. Because you have limited time on this earth to be the most that you can be, to do whatever it is that makes you feel truly alive.
Shaina doesn't want anyone's pity. She wants you to know her story and find inspiration. She wants you to be happy. And loved. And gloriously alive every single day. Her struggle has taught us that you can't take one moment of life for granted.
That's what we talk about from time to time, as we pass the hours in this hospital room or another nearly identical to it. Times are hard now, maybe harder than they've ever been, but Shaina has the will to get back to a healthy, happy place again. And her strength enables all of us to keep fighting along with her. We will get through this together; what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. And so much more grateful.