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Killing with Kindness – jeansforgenesday

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’We think (your) baby ’might’ have cystic fibrosis’, said the unfamiliar voice of the consultant on the telephone as I cradled our 4 week old baby boy. We sat packed and ready for a planned lunch date with friends. Just a normal Tuesday morning.

’Oh… I see’ I said, still polite.

The world slowed down.

He  apologised, he would have preferred to come to the house in person to tell us this news.  Come to the house? An alarm bell went off somewhere in my head.

He spoke of a required sweat test… something about salt… about us needing

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to come over to the hospital to confirm everything. It appeared both my husband and I each carried one faulty gene and Our baby’s heel prick test had picked this up ( but) all I heard was that  initial ray of ambiguous light…’might’.

I would hang onto that tiny shred of hope called ’might’ for another week at least, until proved otherwise.

I had heard of Cystic fibrosis but I was unsure. Was it the chest? the lungs? had there been a girl back in college who had it or was that something else? It hadn’t occurred to me to ask the consultant a

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single question, I was too stunned . My mum as a nurse and health visitor would surely be able to confirm that this was something and nothing. I paced the floor and swallowed back a strange, unfamiliar whine or moan that threatened the quite room as I put in a call to her.

Silence

’Mum??’

A faint whimper

’He can’t have that.’ She said softly.

’Oh God…he just can’t’ she repeated..

My body numbed but still I didn’t ask for any facts.

I called my husband. I have no idea what we said to each other that day but I know he had

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left work and was already headed to the hospital before the end of the short call.

I don’t remember arriving but I do remember being greeted in an unnaturally warm way by a handful of nurses …too many to be normal, which made it impossible not to panic.

We sat briefly, waiting to be seen by the consultant. At that time, there were 4 or 5 folders labelled with various diseases that used to sit on a shelf in the waiting room. They have since been removed as they were causing so much distress to unknowing parents. I picked up the cystic fibrosis

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one and finally began to read the terrifying facts.

As a lifelong, avid reader…I wouldn’t properly be able to read let alone enjoy a book again for at least two years after that fateful day. The only thing I read that day was,   ’Average life expectancy …26yrs ’ …before finally wailing.

These days we have hospital appointments galore, returning to that same room, over and over again, week after week.  A year or two after hearing our own news, I watched another woman, alone in the waiting room as she picked up the cystic fibrosis book

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and began to shake and weep. I went over, took the book and held this stranger in a hug, neither of us speaking, until the team warmly ushered her and her baby in.

Life changing’ news is terrifying. It never goes away. It won’t get better. It won’t all become easier for everyone once we all get used to it, unlike many of life’s other difficult hurdles. That’s a pretty hard thing to digest and can grip you very tightly and very darkly in the night.

Our little warrior is now 7yrs old and doing incredibly well. He has more joy, energy and spirit

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than anyone I know.  He takes daily medications and a concoction of vitamins. He has physio twice every day and uses two inhalers and a nebuliser machine each night. CF is a progressive disease and so the future is unknown, making his health routine essential.  For naturally scatty and non routine people, this regime was pretty overwhelming initially for us as his parents, but it is now are norm and the only routine we don’t waver on.

So many other families dealing with different genetic diseases face far tougher days than we do. We are lucky in

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that our little boy is able to do everything a 7yr old should do and we are so thankful for that. FYI, the average life expectancy has increased over these past 7yrs to around 37-40yrs …although it will still never be enough for any parent.

In the early days I would question our wonderful consultant about the future. ’Will he still be well at age 2? What about going to school? Will he be able to walk and run when he’s older???’
’You must take one day at a time.’ he said. He was right. Thinking any further down the line is just too

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overwhelming. One day at a time is manageable, it keeps us positive and it has become our mantra for life.

When facing a genetic condition there are not only the physical worries ( CF patients are facing lung damage, non functioning pancreas, possible liver damage, probable diabetes, potential organ transplant, infertility and limited life expectancy to name a few.)  There also sits, the heavy emotional weight of knowing that (WE) his parents, gave this to (OUR) child.
As a mummy, you are supposed to protect your child, to fix them and most

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certainly you are not supposed to outlive them.

Life takes on new meaning and new questions when faced with a genetic disorder ’Will our other existing children/ future children also inherit this? How will our other healthy children cope with this?’

Waiting for test results to come back (negative) for our elder son was unbearable. The heel prick test didn’t actually test for CF when our elder son was born and so we were told there was a chance he could have been silently living with this for 5yrs already. He would need to be tested the following

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day.

We drove straight from the hospital having just learned our baby had CF, to watch our 5yr old singing in his school music concert. Just a baby himself, in reception. We didn’t know that night if maybe he too carried this awful disease.

We cried quietly throughout the whole of that unforgettable little French song as he beamed and the audience smiled on, blissfully unaware of why we were so emotional.

Preparing and protecting siblings from unedited facts about genetic disease is a difficult hurdle in itself. CF is never far from our minds

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and now as our eldest son begins year 8, we know that CF will be discussed in his science curriculum very soon. Difficult conversations ahead and I feel very strongly about sibling care as well as patient care.

I can’t pretend there are any plus sides to a genetic disease but what I can tell you is that there are a billion plus sides to the spirit and characters of those living with a genetic disease and in many of those who are caring for someone with a genetic disease . That insatiable zest for life, the pure enjoyment of life, that feeling of

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never wanting to waste a moment or a day is just magical and so we have fun and we enjoy.

The kindness we have experienced from family, friends, neighbours and strangers has been incredibly humbling.  Their kindness has killed a lot of the pain. From a casserole left on the doorstep in the first week, a cappuccino handed without words to my front door at 7am to many a silent, squeeze of my hand just when I needed it. These lovely people have sponsored our events or completed charity events of their own and have helped more than they could possibly

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know.

Watching Prince Harry & William describing a memory of their mother recently, they fondly remembered her telling them as children ’Be a little naughty if you want to… but just don’t get caught’.  My own boys and I laughed with delight and recognition.
’Hey, that sounds like you mummy’ said our youngest with glee. Fun sometimes really is the greatest medicine of all.

One day at a time.

❤️

If you would like to donate, just a couple of pounds could really make a

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difference.
https://www.justgiving.com/jeansforgenes

Thank you for reading, sharing & raising awareness of genetic disease

 

Lou Finch

xx

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- 20 Sep 17

‘We think (your) baby ‘might’ have cystic fibrosis’, said the unfamiliar voice of the consultant on the telephone as I cradled our 4 week old baby boy. We sat packed and ready for a planned lunch date with friends. Just a normal Tuesday morning.

‘Oh… I see’ I said, still polite.

The world slowed down.

He  apologised, he would have preferred to come to the house in person to tell us this news.  Come to the house? An alarm bell went off somewhere in my head.

He spoke of a required sweat test… something about salt… about us needing to come over to the hospital to confirm everything. It appeared both my husband and I each carried one faulty gene and Our baby’s heel prick test had picked this up ( but) all I heard was that  initial ray of ambiguous light…’might’.

I would hang onto that tiny shred of hope called ‘might’ for another week at least, until proved otherwise.

I had heard of Cystic fibrosis but I was unsure. Was it the chest? the lungs? had there been a girl back in college who had it or was that something else? It hadn’t occurred to me to ask the consultant a single question, I was too stunned . My mum as a nurse and health visitor would surely be able to confirm that this was something and nothing. I paced the floor and swallowed back a strange, unfamiliar whine or moan that threatened the quite room as I put in a call to her.

Silence

‘Mum??’

A faint whimper

‘He can’t have that.’ She said softly.

‘Oh God…he just can’t’ she repeated..

My body numbed but still I didn’t ask for any facts.

I called my husband. I have no idea what we said to each other that day but I know he had left work and was already headed to the hospital before the end of the short call.

I don’t remember arriving but I do remember being greeted in an unnaturally warm way by a handful of nurses …too many to be normal, which made it impossible not to panic.

We sat briefly, waiting to be seen by the consultant. At that time, there were 4 or 5 folders labelled with various diseases that used to sit on a shelf in the waiting room. They have since been removed as they were causing so much distress to unknowing parents. I picked up the cystic fibrosis one and finally began to read the terrifying facts.

As a lifelong, avid reader…I wouldn’t properly be able to read let alone enjoy a book again for at least two years after that fateful day. The only thing I read that day was,   ‘Average life expectancy …26yrs ‘ …before finally wailing.

These days we have hospital appointments galore, returning to that same room, over and over again, week after week.  A year or two after hearing our own news, I watched another woman, alone in the waiting room as she picked up the cystic fibrosis book and began to shake and weep. I went over, took the book and held this stranger in a hug, neither of us speaking, until the team warmly ushered her and her baby in.

Life changing’ news is terrifying. It never goes away. It won’t get better. It won’t all become easier for everyone once we all get used to it, unlike many of life’s other difficult hurdles. That’s a pretty hard thing to digest and can grip you very tightly and very darkly in the night.

Our little warrior is now 7yrs old and doing incredibly well. He has more joy, energy and spirit than anyone I know.  He takes daily medications and a concoction of vitamins. He has physio twice every day and uses two inhalers and a nebuliser machine each night. CF is a progressive disease and so the future is unknown, making his health routine essential.  For naturally scatty and non routine people, this regime was pretty overwhelming initially for us as his parents, but it is now are norm and the only routine we don’t waver on.

So many other families dealing with different genetic diseases face far tougher days than we do. We are lucky in that our little boy is able to do everything a 7yr old should do and we are so thankful for that. FYI, the average life expectancy has increased over these past 7yrs to around 37-40yrs …although it will still never be enough for any parent.

In the early days I would question our wonderful consultant about the future. ‘Will he still be well at age 2? What about going to school? Will he be able to walk and run when he’s older???’
‘You must take one day at a time.’ he said. He was right. Thinking any further down the line is just too overwhelming. One day at a time is manageable, it keeps us positive and it has become our mantra for life.

When facing a genetic condition there are not only the physical worries ( CF patients are facing lung damage, non functioning pancreas, possible liver damage, probable diabetes, potential organ transplant, infertility and limited life expectancy to name a few.)  There also sits, the heavy emotional weight of knowing that (WE) his parents, gave this to (OUR) child.
As a mummy, you are supposed to protect your child, to fix them and most certainly you are not supposed to outlive them.

Life takes on new meaning and new questions when faced with a genetic disorder ‘Will our other existing children/ future children also inherit this? How will our other healthy children cope with this?’

Waiting for test results to come back (negative) for our elder son was unbearable. The heel prick test didn’t actually test for CF when our elder son was born and so we were told there was a chance he could have been silently living with this for 5yrs already. He would need to be tested the following day.

We drove straight from the hospital having just learned our baby had CF, to watch our 5yr old singing in his school music concert. Just a baby himself, in reception. We didn’t know that night if maybe he too carried this awful disease.

We cried quietly throughout the whole of that unforgettable little French song as he beamed and the audience smiled on, blissfully unaware of why we were so emotional.

Preparing and protecting siblings from unedited facts about genetic disease is a difficult hurdle in itself. CF is never far from our minds and now as our eldest son begins year 8, we know that CF will be discussed in his science curriculum very soon. Difficult conversations ahead and I feel very strongly about sibling care as well as patient care.

I can’t pretend there are any plus sides to a genetic disease but what I can tell you is that there are a billion plus sides to the spirit and characters of those living with a genetic disease and in many of those who are caring for someone with a genetic disease . That insatiable zest for life, the pure enjoyment of life, that feeling of never wanting to waste a moment or a day is just magical and so we have fun and we enjoy.

The kindness we have experienced from family, friends, neighbours and strangers has been incredibly humbling.  Their kindness has killed a lot of the pain. From a casserole left on the doorstep in the first week, a cappuccino handed without words to my front door at 7am to many a silent, squeeze of my hand just when I needed it. These lovely people have sponsored our events or completed charity events of their own and have helped more than they could possibly know.

Watching Prince Harry & William describing a memory of their mother recently, they fondly remembered her telling them as children ‘Be a little naughty if you want to… but just don’t get caught’.  My own boys and I laughed with delight and recognition.
‘Hey, that sounds like you mummy’ said our youngest with glee. Fun sometimes really is the greatest medicine of all.

One day at a time.

❤️

If you would like to donate, just a couple of pounds could really make a difference.
https://www.justgiving.com/jeansforgenes

Thank you for reading, sharing & raising awareness of genetic disease

 

Lou Finch

xx

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I am a 42 year old mummy of two boys ( 12 & 7) I used to be a Booker with Elite Models but set up my own business 'style philosophy' - personal shopping & styling to fit around my youngest little boy who has cystic fibrosis. I have started climbing mountains like a crazy woman to raise money to support CF to help my little man who climbs his own mountain daily. Currently I am lecturing at The London College of Style and began writing a comedy blog about 9mths ago which I absolutely love doing and really just hope it gives you all a good old laugh. Lou xxxx

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