This means that it will be much easier for everyone to access.
I’ll be able to start using it on a more regular basis.
(I use my eyes to talk! I look at the pictures that I want and the computer tells everyone what I’m thinking.)
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My wheelchair got fitted with my eyegaze mount, today!
This means that it will be much easier for everyone to access. I’ll be able to start using it on a more regular basis. (I use my eyes to talk! I look at the pictures that I want and the computer tells everyone what I’m thinking.) #cerebralpalsy Today was my Botox day - normally I make jokes about Mum needing to take my Botox because of all her wrinkles... but today, I thought I’d share a bit about what actually happens on Botox days.
Botox days are boring for me - I have to get up early to eat and then fast for at least 8 hours. I usually listen to stories and try and wriggle my way off the bed, making my temperature increase! For Mum, it’s a bit different. Botox injections occur in the Oncology day ward - a place we have spent too much time at, a place that Mum never felt welcomed at, a place where we were ignored, because people couldn’t handle cancer and cerebral palsy. Not together. Mum has to listen to the doctors and therapists talk about me like we aren’t there. She has to listen to them tell her how she should be doing things with me - even though she does exactly what they say already. She has to hide her tears when they tell her what she is doing isn’t enough. She has to explain my allergies over and over again. Today, it was discovered I have a grade one pressure sore on my heel - Mum has been monitoring it since my surgery, but today, because it’s the first time they noticed it (remember I was there not long ago), they had to report it and tell Mum she needs to do more. Today, Mum was able to be with me while I had my injections. (Normally I have it under a general anaesthetic, but today they used nitrous gas.) During this time, Mum had to hide her anxiety - it’s not easy watching me with a mask on, being unresponsive and hearing alarms ring constantly. Today, Mum’s memories weren’t nice, but she had to push through that, because none of the staff are strong enough to deal with Mum’s tears. Today was a bad day for Mum. She’ll be ok, but today, there aren’t enough Botox jokes to help. 122 days (4 months).
3 hospitals Pulmonary haemorrhage Ventilation (10 days), CPAP (39 days), oxygen (14 days) 2 blood transfusions 3 UV light treatments Brain damage Feed intolerance and suspected necrosis (thankfully not) Intolerance to 2 and 4 month immunisations (stopping breathing) Inguinal hernia Tears; sleepless nights; exhausted sleeps on the chair next to him; daily reading of the bear hunt and revolting rhymes. 2 young and incredibly scared parents brought him home for the first time after 4 months. How we have all grown! When Dexter was diagnosed with cancer, he was only young. Thirteen months old. We knew there would be a cerebral palsy diagnosis down the track, but it wasn't official at the time. At 13 months, Dexter wasn't sitting up without support. He wasn't able to hold spoons or cups, so he was fed everything. (He still needs support with eating and drinking.) Dexter was carried everywhere. When he started his chemotherapy treatments, Dexter's cerebral palsy was no longer our first priority. For a while, we had to focus on helping him survive. We had to kill the cancer cells inside his little body. But still, Dexter needed to continue with his therapies. He needed to stay as strong as possible. With Dexter's cerebral palsy, if he doesn't use his muscles, they can quickly 'forget' what they have to do. While he was in hospital, waiting for the chemotherapy drugs to drip into his body, he was sometimes able to do some exercises. During the four day rounds of chemotherapy, Dexter was usually pretty happy until the third day of chemotherapy. So, for as long as he could tolerate it, we could help him with sitting and moving his arms and legs. We could work on his rolling and his neck strength. At home, when Dexter was feeling strong, we would hold him under his arms and support him in a standing position. Dexter also spent time in his standing frame, learning to bear his weight and stand tall. On the sick days, Dexter couldn't do this - he just didn't have the strength. In hospital, Dexter was often lucky enough to have some music therapy - which he loved! He had stories read to him and was able to work on his vision. After each round of chemotherapy, Dexter's body would try to get rid of the toxic chemicals with vomit and diarrhoea. Often, clothes were cut off him, because it was the easiest way to get him clean. Sometimes, Dexter was lying on his back when he vomited. He is non-verbal, so Dexter couldn't give any warning that he was about to vomit. He couldn't tell us he had vomited. And, with his cerebral palsy, Dexter couldn't move away from the vomit. We had to keep a constant watch on him. If Dexter swallowed any vomit, he could choke. If he swallowed any, there was a chance it could be swallowed into his lungs. If this happened, Dexter would be facing aspiration pneumonia. Luckily, Dexter showed his usual strength, resilience and stubborn determination throughout his cancer fight. He continued to eat, even when his mouth and throat were sore with ulcers. Dexter never relied on a gastric feeding tube - which means his muscles never forgot how to chew and swallow. (He was on a pureed diet, but he was still swallowing the food.) Dexter remained determined to show his strength and often wanted to stand - with support. He was always wanting to try to sit and hold his weight. It was almost as though he knew that, soon enough, cancer would not be the biggest concern anymore... It was like he knew that the more therapies he did, the stronger he would come back. We will never know how much Dexter's cancer-fighting months set back his physical ability. We do know that Dexter is determined. He came into the world fighting. This little kid wants to show the world how strong and clever he is. And, we are incredibly proud of him. Dexter is officially in remission. His little body carries the scars of the cancer days. Our minds hold the scars, too. Before Dexter was diagnosed with hepatoblastoma, we didn't know much about childhood cancer. September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. There are lots of kids out there; fighting cancers. The more we talk about childhood cancers, the more people with know and care. The more people care, the more funding we can get. And, funding leads to research and medical research and trials save lives. Kid's lives. Our hearts go out to the kids who are fighting, the families who are with them and our love goes to the families who have lost a child to cancer. REMISSION
Happy Cordless Anniversary Cancer Clear – One Year Thanks, Mum and Dad No Egg End of Chemo – 1 Year Anniversary Finding Out & Starting Treatment Cancer in Photos Dexter’s Hepatoblastoma Dexter’s Cancer Story Done! See the Cancer? Lizard My Cancer Dexter's First Month Dexter's Vision Dexter's Cerebral Palsy Who is Dexter? to Home page Find me on: facebook twitter instagram youtube To help Dexter fight his hepatoblastoma, he needed a few surgeries. Dexter needed biopsies, to determine which form of cancer he had. The oncologists also needed to check some shadows that had come up on Dexter's lungs - they were checking these for evidence of cancer. Luckily, the cancer had not spread to his lungs. Surgery was needed for the insertion of Dexter's central line. This would be used for his chemotherapy treatments, transfusions and blood checks. The surgeries went to plan, though Dexter was in pain. Unfortunately, his recovery did not go to plan. Dexter was given pain relief, which he was allergic to. He stopped breathing. Dexter needed to be resuscitated (twice in one day). Watching this is a memory that will never fade. Dexter spent much longer than the predicted one night recovering in hospital, which set back the start of his chemotherapy treatments. The surgery to remove Dexter's liver tumour took place at Randwick. Dexter had already received four rounds of chemotherapy, so the tumour was much smaller than when treatment started. Passing your young son over to the surgeons is not easy, but Dexter needed the tumour out. The surgeons cut out the right lobe of his liver. Surgery went for five and a half hours. It was a long, long day. He spent the first six nights in the Children's Intensive Care Unit; connected to a range of cords, wires and medical equipment. While the surgery went well (Thanks Dr Guy Henry!), his recovery wasn't so great. Dexter was back on the feeding tube - which was stuck up his nose. He needed this support for a week. Dexter kept getting fevers and the doctors were unsure why. At one stage, Dexter was tested for a contagious infection, or maybe some kind of fungus, so we were put in isolation for four nights. Once Dexter was cleared, we went back into the ward for two more nights. All together, Dexter spent 11 days in hospital, while he recovered from his surgery. When Dexter was finally cleared to go home, he was loaded up with a whole bunch of medication. We had a couple of weeks at home so Dexter's body could gain back some strength. After he recovered from the surgery, Dexter's oncologists said he needed another couple of rounds of chemotherapy. Dexter's final cancer treatment related surgery was something we were looking forward to. He was having his central line removed. We'd called these his 'cancer cords'. They allowed access for chemotherapy treatments, blood tests and plasma, blood and platelet transfusions. We had not been allowed to get these wet, so Dexter had missed a summer of swimming. We wanted the central line out, so we could get him in the water before the end of summer. We wanted the central line out, so Dexter no longer looked like a cancer kid. A day after getting the call, saying the line would be removed, and the day before this final surgery was scheduled; Dexter developed an infection in his central line. This resulted in an ambulance ride from our local hospital to Sydney. Instead of a simple day procedure, he had another four days in hospital, to overcome the infection. But, finally, the infection was beaten, the central line was out and we were home! REMISSION
Happy Cordless Anniversary Cancer Clear – One Year Thanks, Mum and Dad No Egg End of Chemo – 1 Year Anniversary Finding Out & Starting Treatment Cancer in Photos Dexter’s Hepatoblastoma Dexter’s Cancer Story Done! See the Cancer? Lizard My Cancer Dexter's First Month Dexter's Vision Dexter's Cerebral Palsy Who is Dexter? to Home page Find me on: facebook twitter instagram youtube Childhood Cancer Awareness Month Chemotherapy treatments fight cancer cells. The toxic chemicals help you survive. They also harm other parts of your body and cause a range of problems. Dexter's chemotherapy drugs were designed to fight his hepatoblastoma. His specific combination was chosen in order to prevent the hearing loss associated with typical hepatoblastoma chemotherapy drugs. With Dexter's vision impairment, adding a hearing loss was a really heartbreaking concept. Dexter had six rounds of chemotherapy treatments, over nine months. Some rounds lasted for four days and some rounds lasted for two days. Being pregnant, Dexter's mum could not touch his body fluids until the toxic chemicals had left his body. That made his nappies, his vomit, his drool and his kisses dangerous. Like all chemotherapy drugs, Dexter's toxic combination can increase his chance of developing a secondary cancer. The chemotherapy drugs destroyed Dexter's immune system. When he was in the NICU, Dexter received his first couple of rounds of immunisations. With each round of immunisation, Dexter stopped breathing after 12 hours. The first time, we had no idea what was wrong. The second time Dexter reacted to his immunisations, we were expecting there would be breathing issues. We were ready, but that didn't make it easier to see him struggling to breathe. With all of the complications from his immunisations, it was difficult to realise he had suffered through the breathing problems only to need the immunisations a year later. While Dexter was having chemotherapy treatments, his skin was much more sensitive and sunburn was a problem. We didn't know this until Dexter spent a few minutes in the sun. That night, he was hot and spiked temperatures. We assumed he was becoming sick, which he did after most rounds of chemotherapy. After admitting him to the hospital, we learned that he was sunburned. With everything Dexter was going through, the guilt of letting him become burned was hard to bear. The chemotherapy drugs led to ulcers in Dexter's mouth and throat. These made eating difficult for him. During his cancer treatments days, Dexter ate whatever he wanted, whenever he was hungry. He ate pureed food. He ate desserts. Dexter never needed to reply on a feeding tube, and we are proud of him for that. With his cerebral palsy, it was better that his mouth muscles continued to eat and swallow. Each day, he had drugs which were syringed into his mouth. Each day, he chewed on a swab, covered in medication to prevent ulcers. Dexter reacted to his chemotherapy drugs in another way. He started throwing up after many of his meals. Eventually, we linked the vomits to foods that continued egg. Any trace of egg was enough for Dexter to vomit. Once we found the link, we learned that egg allergies are common after children have chemotherapy drugs. Dexter's cerebral palsy made it very difficult for Dexter to chew and egg was a staple in his diet. With his new allergy, we had to avoid many foods, including quiches and cakes. Like most kids, Dexter eventually outgrew this allergy. After each round of chemotherapy, Dexter received an immune booster injection. This was to help him fight off illnesses. Often, these would cause Dexter to break out in painful looking rashes on his face. There was nothing we could do for these. Dexter often spiked temperatures, with very little warning. We were constantly on watch, with a bag packed and ready in the car. At any time, we could be headed for hospital for a few nights of antibiotics. When Dexter was being treated for cancer, we admitted him straight to the Children's Ward, to avoid him coming in contact with sick people in the Emergency Department. He was put into private rooms and we were sometimes in isolation. Several times, Dexter needed transfusions of blood, plasma or platelets. During Dexter's cancer treatments, we spent a lot of time in hospital. We did get to know the nurses and doctors very well. When Dexter started chemotherapy, he didn't have much hair. He was 13 months old. His hair was still baby soft. But, once the toxic chemicals entered his body, his hair started falling out. It fell in chunks and the chunks landed in his eyes and his mouth. With his cerebral palsy, Dexter couldn't pull the hair away from his face, so hi hair was shaved. It was his first hair cut. With his shaved hair and his central line cords, Dexter looked like a cancer kid. Dexter's eyebrows and his long eyelashes also thinned out. Luckily, the eyelashes grew back. The chemotherapy drugs saved Dexter's life. His hepatoblastoma was beaten.
#childhoodcancer #hepatoblastoma REMISSION Happy Cordless Anniversary Cancer Clear – One Year Thanks, Mum and Dad No Egg End of Chemo – 1 Year Anniversary Finding Out & Starting Treatment Cancer in Photos Dexter’s Hepatoblastoma Dexter’s Cancer Story Done! See the Cancer? Lizard My Cancer Dexter's First Month Dexter's Vision Dexter's Cerebral Palsy Who is Dexter? to Home page Find me on: facebook twitter instagram youtube September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. Before Dexter, we didn't know much about childhood cancer. Now, we know much more than we would like to. Dexter is now cancer clear - he is in remission. Eight years later, the memories are still as fresh as ever. Today's post - Finding out your son has cancer... One in two Australians will be diagnosed with cancer by the age of 85 (www.cancer.org.au). So in my little family of three (now four), there was basically a guarantee that one of us would develop cancer at some point. I just never thought it would be our 13 month old son. Following on from the routine pediatric check (because Dexter was born prematurely), where an enlarged liver was diagnosed, has been one hell of a ride. If we thought we had a lot to deal with before, we were so wrong! At the doctor's, Dexter was ticking the boxes for his height and weight. He was doing well... until... An examination of his abdomen. I saw the look on the pediatricians face before he spoke. The question of whether he had any issues with jaundice as a newborn (remembering he was born at a different hospital, so they don’t know his history), and did he need treatment for it? I explained lights three times and a blood transfusion once. He checked his colour and said it was ok. But.... He has an enlarged liver. He would send us for an ultrasound and blood test and call if anything needed to be followed up. I wasn’t worried. Then I googled. I know, I know! That is the worst thing that can be done, but everyone does it! Enlarged livers can be caused by excess alcohol, fatty diets, high cholesterol – not really relevant right! But then... blood diseases, leukaemia and cancers. My heart was in my chest. The sonographer casually acknowledged that he has a “mass that needs to be treated”. I'm still waiting for the call from the pediatrician. Every time the phone rings, my heart stops. Its reminiscent of this time last year – no wonder I avoid the phone when things are going well! My husband is on standby in case we need to make a rushed trip to the kids hospital in Sydney. Concerned family and friends are constantly questioning updates. I'm too scared to make the call to check – I'm not sure how I will handle more bad news. I'm holding it together, but exhaustion is setting in. I don’t want to be the rolling ball – I want to be the ball that lands under the bushes and gets forgotten about for a few months – the one that doesn’t get bounced or rolled – it just gets left alone with no bad times. A week of anxiously waiting by the phone actually gave us some false hope... if they haven't called, maybe it's going to be ok... Wrong. We found out the pediatrician was on holidays and the long, drawn out wait was nothing short of horrible. But the next week, all the answers and thousands more questions started flooding in. This is how it transpired: Monday – call from the pediatrician confirming that there is a mass on Dexter's liver needing further investigation, which the pediatrician had arranged at Randwick Children’s Hospital. ‘You will be there for one night’ he assured me – only because he had to go under a general anaesthetic for the MRI. Tuesday – frantically cancelling and rescheduling appointments and trying to sort out the mess that was our heads (I've since come to the conclusions that that will never be sorted!). Wednesday – Admission to the Oncology ward and meetings with the Oncologist. He prepared us, that although he hadn’t seen the scans yet, it was more than likely cancer that we would be dealing with. Our one night stay was never mentioned again. We were looking at a one to two week stay while they did further testing and sorted out treatment. We met Rehabilitation consultants for his Cerebral Palsy (CP); play therapists; nurse consultants; anaesthesiologist and surgical team representatives. So many people, so many names, so much information. Thursday – a fasting boy for almost 22 hours while we waited for the CT scan. What we were going through slowly started sinking in. Nerves were well and truly frayed – but it was, and continues to be, the strength of my husband and my relationship that held us together. Friday – The confirmation that Dexter has a tumour in his liver with a lesion in his lung. Our worlds collapsed. More tests will confirm the extent and type of cancer. Once we have this, we will discuss and commence treatment. My little man, who has only just started getting his hair, will undergo chemotherapy. We don’t know how intense at this point, only time will tell. We once again start the waiting process. In a freaky twist of fate, we were sent home for the long weekend. Driving back in the dark on Friday was reminiscent of one year ago. I had my first day away from Dexter over the June long weekend. When I returned, we were hit with a big slap in the face and told of his PVL (brain damage). But, once again, we are not alone. Love, laughter, support, food, alcohol and care packages have been provided. Dexter has touched so many people in his short life and they all want to help. He is one lucky little man to be loved by so many people. And once again, it is this support that will get us through this shitty time. Dexter was diagnosed with hepatoblastoma - a solid tumour in the liver. His oncologists discussed chemotherapy options and treatment started. We were ready to fight. REMISSION
Happy Cordless Anniversary Cancer Clear – One Year Thanks, Mum and Dad No Egg End of Chemo – 1 Year Anniversary Finding Out & Starting Treatment Cancer in Photos Dexter’s Hepatoblastoma Dexter’s Cancer Story Done! See the Cancer? Lizard My Cancer Dexter's First Month Dexter's Vision Dexter's Cerebral Palsy Who is Dexter? to Home page Find me on: facebook twitter instagram youtube September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. Dexter was diagnosed with hepatoblastoma when he was 13 months old. He is one of the lucky ones - he's a childhood cancer survivor. Dexter's cancer was in his liver. It was a solid tumour and it was aggressive. He was lucky because his paediatrician found it early. Dexter had an enlarged liver. He was lethargic. (His cerebral palsy hid that from us, so we never noticed.) He had a rash, where the cancer was growing, but we didn't realise it was a symptom of cancer. Dexter was 13 months old. He'd been home for nine months. We had a cortical visual impairment diagnosis and we knew there was a cerebral palsy diagnosis just around the corner. Life had already thrown so many challenges and then, cancer. Dexter was lucky. He had great oncologists. (Imagine saying your 13 month old son has great oncologists.) His medical team discussed his hepatoblastoma and the treatments available. They were all bad - toxic chemicals that would hopefully kill the cancer cells and wreck havoc on Dexter's little body. Typically, the hepatoblastoma chemotherapy drugs lead to hearing impairments. Dexter's vision impairment and a possible hearing loss made his future look so grim. At no time did we consider losing Dexter. That was just not an option. His medical team trialled a different combination of drugs, so Dexter's hearing could be saved. The drugs worked. They killed the cancer cells. The toxic drugs also took Dexter's hair. His first hair cut - usually a happy moment in a child's life, needed to be a close shave. (Dexter's cerebral palsy stopped him from being able to pull chunks of hair from his face and mouth.) Dexter was chemo bald. His eyebrows fell out. His eyelashes fell out. Dexter looked like a 'cancer kid'. He was a cancer kid. The chemotherapy drugs made Dexter sick. Vomit and diarrhoea filled our days. Dexter couldn't tell us when he felt sick. There were days we just cut his clothes off him and threw them away - it was easier than trying to clean them. Being pregnant, his mum had to be careful not to come in contact with any of Dexter's body fluids - they were full of toxic chemicals that could harm his unborn sister. During some of his sickest days, she couldn't kiss her baby. Dexter had monthly injections to boost his chemo-ruined immune system. They caused his face to break out in rashes. He needed blood, platelet and plasma transfusions. The platelet infusions left him feeling sick. For a couple of weeks a month, Dexter would start to feel better. He would get back some energy and he would stop throwing up. Those were the sunshine days - the days Dexter and his mum found a quiet, sunny spot and rested. Those were the days they build their energy for the next round of chemotherapy. After four rounds of chemotherapy, Dexter's surgeon was ready to cut the tumour from his liver. After the surgery, he spoke confidently and there was some real hope that Dexter would soon be cancer clear. Another two rounds of chemotherapy were needed before his medical team were happy to stop Dexter's cancer treatments. Dexter had needed several surgeries, over the nine months of his treatments. He had biopsies, central lines were inserted and removed and the tumour was cut out. A rib was broken. After the surgeries, we learned that Dexter reacted very badly to one of the most common pain medications; fentanyl. He stopped breathing. He spent a week in intensive care and his chemotherapy treatments stopped while Dexter's little body gained back some strength. With infections and sickness, transfusions and weekly blood checks, we spent a lot of time in hospital. A bag was always in the back of the car, ready for the next hospital stay. There was always love, but every day was full of worry and anxiety. There is nothing good about childhood cancer. Eight years later, Dexter is officially in remission. He is cancer clear. Dexter is a cancer survivor. Even now, years later, we can see the faces of the people we met during Dexter's cancer days. We remember the kids who lost their fight. We remember the families who couldn't take their child home. We remember the kids who, like Dexter, beat their cancers. Childhood cancer takes your life on a truly awful turn. While the scans might come back clear, the memories remain. Our hearts still feel the pain. Our minds remember the rooms, the procedures, the medical team, the families, the vomit. September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. We send love and strength to the kids currently fighting. We send love and strength to the families who lost a child to cancer. We send love and strength to the survivors and we hope your scans remain clear. From the Cancer Council website: Sadly around 710 children aged 0-14 are diagnosed with cancer in Australia every year and 100 will die from the disease. Figures from the registry show that childhood cancer death rates in Australia have decreased by nearly 40 per cent over the past 15 years. However, cancer remains the most common cause of disease-related death for children aged 1-14 in Australia, and data from Associate Professor Claire Wakefield at the University of NSW has shown that 81 percent of childhood cancer survivors develop at least one life-changing mental or physical health issue after cancer treatment they received as a child. This highlights the need for further research and support services for families affected. REMISSION
Happy Cordless Anniversary Cancer Clear – One Year Thanks, Mum and Dad No Egg End of Chemo – 1 Year Anniversary Finding Out & Starting Treatment Cancer in Photos Dexter’s Hepatoblastoma Dexter’s Cancer Story Done! See the Cancer? Lizard My Cancer Dexter's First Month Dexter's Vision Dexter's Cerebral Palsy Who is Dexter? to Home page Find me on: facebook twitter instagram youtube Dexter went to a special athletics carnival in Sydney. He represented his school. He was the only representative and we were the smallest school, but we had lots of fun and Dexter won some ribbons! *Videos at the bottom of this post. Sometimes, it’s difficult to step out of our comfort zones. Sometimes, it might be easier to say at home... but then, we see Dexter smile and we know it’s all worthwhile. He had fun. He competed. He raced. He won. He smiled. Dexter also saw people who are like him - he saw a girl using a communication book; like his. He saw boys with AFOs and a girl had the same brand of wheelchair as him. He saw that he isn’t the only one with cerebral palsy. Egg and spoon race! Taking the winner’s stick to the scoring table. These are some videos of the day... We had a fun day.
It’s great that kids with disabilities have the opportunity to compete in fun days like this one. Thanks to everyone who arranged it! September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month.
It’s a reminder of the disease that took away so much. It fought hard to destroy us, but we fought harder and we destroyed it. Cancer is shit. Cancer in kids is worse than shit. To the families who are going through this awful fight, our heart breaks with yours. To the families who also destroyed the cancer, we remember and celebrate with you. To the ones who fought as hard as they could - we remember you. We remember your names and we remember sharing the wards with you. You’re in our hearts. Childhood cancer, you suck. (This photo was taken mid-chemotherapy treatments. For two weeks every month of his cancer treatments, I wasn’t allowed to kiss Dexter because the toxic drugs could pass through me and into my unborn baby (who I was pregnant with). That was shit. Dexter needed me. He needed comfort and love and I couldn’t touch his body fluids. I couldn’t kiss him. Those two weeks when kissing was ok - we made up for the weeks we couldn’t kiss! Those kisses were glorious.) Dexter’s Cancer stories are on this website. Dexter was diagnosed with hepatoblastoma- liver cancer, when he was 13 months old. He is now cancer clear. #fuckyouchildhoodcancer |
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