The results are in...

“My sense is that if this is an immunological mediated disorder, it originates at the level of the TLR system or is closely related to this. As such, she has trouble sensing and dealing with danger signals that she encounters through her mucosal systems (GI and lungs)…”

“Now, how to make this less fantasy and more fact will be very challenging.”

Those two quotes came from Dr. Bleesing, the immunologist that we saw in Cinci, and were sent in a letter to Dr. Demain, Alana’s immunologist here, and myself. That’s what it boiled down to from their best guesses and from the tests that they ran. What they were telling us is that while Alana clearly has a disease or syndrome, it’s not one that they can diagnosis right now. “As medicine catches up with her then we can try again to come up with a diagnosis and treatment plan.” In the meantime, we’d have to just figure out how to treat each system and symptom when problems arise within or with them with what we could.
I try to remember that everything that we rule out is something that does make a difference; it’s something that we didn’t know beforehand even though it feels like it was for naught. What makes it that much harder is as we’ve taken this journey each thing ruled out moved us farther down the list of things that are known, things that generally have some type of protocol or treatment. Each time we knock one of them off the list it adds something stranger and more complex. What we ended up getting in the form of a diagnosis, and this was mainly for insurance paperwork, was:

1. Chronic Lung disease SECONDARY to immune dysregulation.
2. Interstitial lung disease syndrome.
3. (Already diagnosed) Eosinophilic gastroenteritis.

The thought was, from all of her doctors, that what is going on with her lungs, the fevers, the eye pain, the whole shebang is being caused by her immune system not knowing how to shut itself off. In layman’s terms-- her immune system does not catch colds or bugs any more than other children but what her immune system does with it is the problem. A cold that will cost Shaylin 3 days of misery with a cough and a day or so of fever will cause Alana’s immune system to think that’s it’s under attack 10 fold. It takes her 4-9 weeks to get over a cold but by that time her body has been so weakened that NOW she’s unable to fight off what’s going on inside her and we just keep going and going.

They did recommend things like not taking her out during the peak of flu season, keeping her away from stores around Christmas time when there are a lot of people out, being notified of outbreaks at Noelani and Shaylins schools and keeping her away from places like Chuckie Cheese always. Keeping her O2 at night and when needed would help her sleep better and maybe make it through illnesses faster. They did talk about doing some different drugs with her but we opted not to as some of the side effects presented as many problems as what was going to be eased.

I’d like to say that I was just content with what they told us, that this wasn’t so much an undiagnosed case but an unknown case, but of course I was not. There were certain things that they put into place for when she did get very sick again and those included using O2 regularly, having special labs drawn to measure the levels of things like interleukins and cytokynes, and putting her in the hospital when the fevers had reached the 3 day mark instead of the 10 day mark. All of these things where suppose to offer their own brand of relief so to speak and they did help to some degree, I just wanted more of a fix, more of a clear protocol to help her.

I just ended up making myself crazy, that I can tell you now. As the summer moved forward Alana was a lot sicker then she’d ever been before. The cough was so bad that she would barely be able to speak a sentence without having to pause and catch her breath. On top of that the fatigue that had been plaguing her was getting worse; she was requiring 2-3 naps a day and still seemed tired after that. By this point we are going into Dr. McArthur almost weekly trying to find something to help her. She was having so many ear infections, fevers, diarrhea, coughing fits, muscle pain, poor eating and drinking episodes, and was just miserable. Nothing ended up making this any better besides upping her O2 when the cough was very acute and doubling Motrin and Tylenol without missing a dose.

August rolls around and it’s to the point that we think she’s going to be admitted soon with how sick she’s been. One day she’d be bouncing around and playing but the next she’d be laying on the couch crying and not eating because something hurts or she’s coughing so badly when she moves that she has no energy. Nothing can make those days better and looking back on last summer it is so very apparent that she was in the best shape of 2008 when we were in Cincinnati for testing. No, it wasn’t being away from home as much as it was true to Alana’s course she had had 2 major flair ups a couple of months before we went there and then again so close to our trip that we were almost not able to make it there.

She does end up making it a bit longer then I’d anticipated though. It was one of those times that in hindsight, I should not have waited till she was as sick as she was to take her in. I did though and by October the inevitable came, she was admitted after 4 days of 103+ fever, weight loss of 6%, and being so lethargic that when they placed the IV she just let them. Don’t cry, just breathe.

I'm leaving on a jet plane...

So we make the flight to Cincinnati in May of 2008 and the whole flight went like a charm, we landed on time in Seattle, made our connection, and arrived ahead of schedule. HA-HA got you right! So we do leave on time, that much is correct but weeee here comes the fun.

Seattle is in the middle of a storm and it’s so foggy that we cannot land. We have to be diverted to Portland and we will be cutting it close to make our connection to Cinci and on top of that we have a big problem. Alana has to fly with O2 and O2 takes 24 hours to get together. Alaska Airlines won’t let us remove the tank that we are using to take it onto another flight to get back to Seattle to make our connection. We originally had a 40 minute layover in Seattle but it looks like we are going to miss that and we have to scramble to get another flight out of there as well as call the DME (durable medical equipment provider) in Cinci to let them know b/c they have a O2 concentrator waiting for Alana at the hotel that we have to physically be there to get. What ends up happening is that we meet a wonderful Alaska Airlines employee named Jared and he ends up being a godsend. He pushes us up the list of people trying to make it back to Seattle and he overrides the regular rules and lets us take the tank onto the new flight back to Seattle. Thank god for the small favors, they are the ones that make all the differences. Once we had that squared away we ended up having a 5 hour layover in Seattle and again, Jared has come through-we can hold onto the tank until our connection flight with Delta is ready to leave. Now we can let Alana take a much needed nap without worrying about her Sats or the nap causing her more exhaustion than not taking a nap due to working so hard to breathe. All and all we make it to Cinci in one piece and the DME was fine and understood that things happen in a kooky way sometime.

The next morning we are up and ready to go meet Dr. Young and her team of gurus. Talk about an experience! Getting there was fun to say the least (you’d think we’d have learned that after getting lost from the airport to the hotel for 1 hour in pitch black downtown Cinci!! Keep smiling, don’t cry…) but we make it and it was amazing. We love TCHAP dearly but after seeing what Cinci has I have no doubts why they are such an amazing hospital. Everything down to the floors are geared towards children and a regular day for them is like a record day for TCHAP but again, we’d rather have Alana here, at our home hospital then lost in the motions of a giant like Cinci. I am getting sidetracked again huh…

We make it to Alana’s first appointment of the week and Dr. Young is just how we’ve pictured her. She’s kind, loving, intelligent, and is listening. Our first appointment with her is just a touch base kinda one. We meet with her for about an hour before heading down to have a high resolution cat scan, HRCT, under general anesthesia, GA, because they do it a little different down there. What happens is under GA the can pretend that the child is holding their breath for x amount of time and they are super still. Hard to do with a 4 year old that is already having lung problems with regular breaths. The other reason is because they flip them over onto their stomachs so there is no compression on the lungs which could lead to fake reports of atelectasis. The HRCT goes great and we head back upstairs to have our real appointment with Dr. Young and go over the test results of the scan and some labs that had been drawn.

We do talk about everything that has and is going on and while we are up there the results of the scan make it and we go over them. It again ends up being one of those bittersweet moments that I’ve talked about in the past. The scan was relatively okay because Alana had such an acute flair up before we left Anchorage that she's in her "well phase" when we actually need her to be in her acute phase (say that 10 times fast). She had mild air trapping (abnormal retention of air in the lungs after expiration. The cause is obstruction such that the patient is unable to expel air completely), thickening of the lung walls, and bronchial damage. All in all an improvement from her last CT though. This of course makes things a bit more confusing. If she had NEHI (see last post) or LIP (again, last post) then those things would not have shown any improvement. Do you remember where I mentioned the kid and the labs and the labs and the kid not matching? This was one of those times; Dr. Young said that she was unsure how to proceed with the lung portion because she was expecting to tell us what she thought and that would be backed up by the HRCT staying the same or worsening. Now that didn’t happen so she has to re-think what would account for her lungs having a period of relative wellness; not normal lung but better then the last CT. She tells us she has to get more information from the other doctors that we are going to be seeing and when we have our finally conference we will have the game plan. That’s alright with us because we:
1. Don’t want Alana on any meds that are not needed.
2. We don’t want a diagnosis that is incorrect.

That ends that day and the following day goes by sorta the same, we meet GI who really doesn’t have much to offer us and that’s alright, we are happy with Dr. Demain who handles her EGE here but adds that he doesn’t think it’s EGE related. The next day we meet with Immunology who we do have high hopes for. There has been this underlying thought that Alana’s immune system is goofed up on such an innate level that it’s unable to be detected by the means that we’ve had available to us. Cinci has some ground breaking workups going on and getting her into their hands will be very helpful. Our immunology appointment ends up being a 6 hour adventure. Unfortunately it ends with no clear outcome. Dr. Bleesing thinks that there is a malfunction with her Toll-like receptors (if you are interested go here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toll-like_receptor to read about them b/c they are complicated) because there are parts of her immune system that are activated at the same time that should not be and for no reason. We are promised a complete workup from the 13, yes 13 vials of blood that they draw but those won’t be in until we are home due to the complexity of them.

That night she had a full sleep study done and talk about weird. She hated every minute of it and I would have too. She was hooked up to heart monitors, a pulse ox, neurological leads, etc. it took over an hour to get every attachment on her but at least by that point she was so tired she went right to sleep. The sleep study didn’t show us anything new so that was okay to. She did great though from our stand point with all the leads and glue and aggravation. We did get a break that day and took her to the Cinci Zoo and it was nice to see her smile and be happy for at least once that week.

The week went on and we had our appointment with Rheumatology to get to, and again, nice doctor, just not a lot of ideas. He did test her for a disease called TRAPS but did tell us that he thought she had about a 10% of having it. Par for the course results would takes up to 8 weeks to come in.

The next big thing we had coming up was another bronchoscopy as well as a nasal cillia biopsy (to look for another lead, Primary Ciliary Dyskinesia) and this does have me more than a lot worried. Her last bronchoscopy was scary due to many reasons and again, it’s another procedure with GA which we are realizing that she has a problem with. It does end up going well though; she shows us why she is such an amazing, strong and brave little girl. She does take about 5 hours to wake up from GA and this starts to solidify that there is something with GA that is abnormal with her and GA but for now we are just happy that it’s done and she’s alright.

We go back to the hotel later that night and get some much needed sleep and prepare to go home. We can’t leave until she’s cleared which will be in a day or two so we can make sure she really did have a good procedure. In the meantime it’s back to the same ole’ game of waiting on labs and results, nothing new in that respect but there is something renewed…hope. Hope that this is going to be figured out and she is going to be alright in the end. We get that it might take some help along the way but that’s something we can deal with as long as it gets her better, it brings back more smiles instead of more tears.

She gets the clearance to go home a couple of days later and we do. It’s a long, long flight home because we opt for the straight shot but yea, that’s an 8 hour flight with a 4 year old. One thing I didn’t mention about the flight thing was that when we went through security at Ted Stevens we (as in all of 3 of us) were all patted down, swabbed, the whole 9 yards. We didn’t think anything of it because it happens, but when we checked into our flight home we noticed that the agent again marked all of our tickets. We asked why and he told us it was because we were flying with O2. Are you kidding me?!? Alana, our 4 year old was being patted down because she needed O2? Again we had to go through the special line at security and this time we had to go through the “puffer” that checks for explosives. Funny how times are that a 4 year old can really be considered a terrorist. Okay, yea, I am soap boxing again.

Long and short we make it home in one piece and start a long wait. Dr. Young assures us that as soon as all the labs are in she will call us to go over what the thoughts are, the game plan, the everything. We do trust her so we are again, okay with that. Home sweet home and speaking of sweet, I’ve so missed Noelani and Shaylin. They are two of the brightest lights in this dark tunnel.

Backtracking a bit...

Going back to that last hospital stay I mentioned that we met Dr. R. He had plans to diagnose her while we were there and had plenty of ideas simplest being that she had aspirated food when she was an infant and it was stuck in her lungs causing the inflammation and always negative lab results. Then he asked if she had been checked for CF and yes, Alana in fact had already been tested 2x via sweat test and then finally genetically as was I. Neither of us are carriers for CF so that effectively removed that from the equation. Anyway-we talked for hours about her past history and we mentioned that we had recently* brought 2 birds. Parakeets named Tweet Tweet and Opal. Wow. That opened his eyes to what was wrong with Alana. She had what is called Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis and it was from the birds. It’s an interstitial lung disease and it’s mostly seen in an on the job based scene i.e. coal miners lung, bird fanciers lung, & most commonly mold in walls. It is a hard disease to diagnosis and even harder to prove in some cases. There are things that are almost always seen with it and then there is a fine tooth comb that needs to be run over every aspect of one’s life. You have to have environmental studies done to make sure that you are not taking an already super sick person back into an environment that will cause them almost immediate distress. There are three overlapping versions of HP (Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis) Chronic, Sub-Acute, & Acute. If Alana indeed has HP she would have the chronic, which is the worst, because of how long her symptoms have been going on at this point. Chronic is low level exposures over days or weeks with acute flairs in between. Finding out what the antigen is a fundamental step in stopping the progression of the disease. Here is a medical definition of HP:

Hypersensitivity pneumonitis (HP) is a group of rare inflammatory interstitial lung diseases that result from repeated inhalation of certain fungal, bacterial, animal protein, or reactive chemical particles, called antigens. The body's immune reaction to these particles causes inflammation of the very small airways in the lungs, called alveoli. If exposure to the antigen is continuous, parts of the lungs may become scarred or fibrous.

Can you see why we would be so scared at the mention that she may have this? Is it something in our house? Is it something in the air that’s seasonal? Is it everywhere? Before we leave the hospital we set up with an environmental company to have our house tested for mold. Mold would be the most common reason a home would make someone sick and she’s lived in this house her whole life. The day she’s set to return home the house is tested and she’s started on steroids. The steroids are to make her lung stronger and if indeed it is a mold issue in the house than they can help protect her while we await the test results. It is going to take 2-3 weeks to get the results from the environmental company so in the mean time we just try and keep her well and return to normal routines.

Finally after what seems like forever the results come back and they are negative. The whole house was tested down to the crawl space and there aren’t enough molds to even slightly raise an eyebrow. During this time as well I have started on another search to learn about HP. The more I read and the more Dr. McAurther and I talk about it the more it doesn’t seem like Alana. Granted there are things about it that do, the fevers, the weight loss, and a few others but the main hang-up for me are two things,

1. She was so young when the coughing and fevers started, under/around 3 months of age, for HP that’s taking a rare thing and making it even rarer.

2. She’s able to have short period’s in-between that she’s OK. We have done 2 antigen panels by now (antigen panels are where they actually take her blood and test IT for HP triggers. They subject it to known and in her case, some newly discovered antigens, and get (-) or (+) results that way) and she’s tested (-) for everything including mold.

The more I learn the more I doubt that she has this. It’s neither the first time nor the last that she fits something but it isn’t her (Hyper IgD, Muckle Wells syndrome, Familial Mediterranean Fever, etc.) so we’ve learned how to be hopeful but skeptical at the same time. Nothing is ever black and white with Alana much to our dismay. On goes the testing and seeing Dr. R a few times. We have a stressed relationship with him at this point because what we were hoping was going to turn into her knight in shining armor with a DX has turned into someone who doesn’t appear to be listening to us and going with what doesn’t seem to fit her. It’s so frustrating. It’s so disappointing. It’s so usual.

We see Dr. R for what would turn out to be our last office appointment with him and he just tells us that she’s more than likely got HP to something that we don’t know about yet. That there are so many things that she could be responding too and medicine doesn’t know everything. Clearly that answer doesn’t work for us. Larry and I are not going to accept that she’s just got something because it’s a convenient DX. We start our search again and hope that she will make it there healthy.

13 days and nights...

So I think last time I ended up getting distracted. I was talking about her tonsils and Dr. P. Then I got sidetracked with all the other doctors and such. Let’s get back to that. So Dr. P thinks that she will do better (well I think he more or less hopes at this point) if we remove her tonsils that she will sleep better which in turn might help her eat better which in turn might help her get better.

Something that is important to mention at this point is that we have a new pediatrician! Dr. Erin McAurther and she is in the top 10 of the most amazing women in the world. She’s compassionate, brilliant, and just an amazing person to know. She’s taken Alana (and us) under her wings and is working to find out what is wrong with our baby. She’s great with the girls and she never ever makes us feel like we are asking dumb questions or to many questions for that matter.

It’s been a long road and we are desperate to find something that is going to be that magic *poof* that we’ve heard so much about. We agree to do the surgery and also given her history she is going to spend the night in the hospital to monitor her overnight. It’s funny that now days they have things down so ‘pat’ that even 10 years ago that type of surgery would have been a 2 day stay. Now it’s an outpatient deal and they don’t even kiss you on the way out the door. OK-so off track again. She has her tonsils removed in November of 2003. Dr. P is great and we have no doubts that he will take care of her and do his best to make this easy.

I didn’t mention another thing again that ties into this. When she was in the hospital last time one of the thoughts was she may have an infection in her tonsils or somewhere behind them. An abscess somewhere that wasn’t visible to just a tongue depressor. So they did a head CT and what they are looking for isn’t there but they do ask us this…”Are you sure she’s had her adenoids out? Not just tubes put in? You see her adenoids are huge…” We are most certain she’s had her adenoids out and then they explain to us in some cases they can grow back after they’ve been removed. It’s not common but hey, what about Alana is at this point.

So that ties into her latest surgery as Dr. P is going to look again to see if they have indeed grown back. If they have he is going to remove them again so that’s another possible surgery that she’s going to have to ‘feel’ again.

Again Alana proves to be amazing and makes it through the surgery no problem. Dr. P talks with us and no, her adenoids have not grown back. He isn’t quite sure what they saw on the CT and he’ll take a look at it but it wasn’t her adenoids. She is taken upstairs and oh can you hear her from down the hall!! Again we used versed as a sedative before surgery but this time we did it through an IV so maybe that will make her wake up better is what we are told. Yea again that’s not happening.

So she spends the night at the hospital and we go home the next morning and she’s doing fine. She’s isn’t eating anything yet but she is sucking on popsicle's and trying to drink small amounts. At this point that’s all we can ask for.

Life yet again goes on. Alana is sick a lot more than her sisters or anybody in the house for that matter. We still search for a reason and find all sorts of things that sound like her yet are not her. She still isn’t sleeping through the night which was one of my biggest hopes with the tonsillectomy. Sleep. She’s still waking 2-3 times a night sometimes more. Her snoring has improved but she is still coughing and there are days that I have to fight myself to stay awake because of the lack of sleep she’s having.

It’s only a matter of time and she’s getting very sick…again. Bags under her eyes, coughing fits, fevers, losing weight, and yes, all the same things she’s now been doing for years. This is the same path that she has gone down before and here we go again. For months she is perpetually sick. There’s no break and by February 2007 she’s admitted again for “Pneumonia”. This was one of her worst episodes. She was so very feverish that she couldn’t sit up. This is where we first heard that she was having “ocular swelling” because she would be in such pain from light and noise’s a black room and hands over her ears was all we could do to keep her from crying.

During this stay is where we finally, yes finally, after all this time meet the local pediatric pulmonologist. Now where we are there is only one. Yes, only 1, uno, ONE, and oh did I mention, #1. So I am not going to waste a whole lot of time explaining our relationship with Dr. R. There is no point in it because it can be boiled down to just a few words. He’s always right and we are always wrong. There you go that’s all you need to know to understand how this relationship plays out.

Alana in now getting sicker everyday we are in the hospital. It’s been a week and she’s not improving at all. In fact she’s having more fevers and her O2 issues are getting worse. Dr. R tells us that if she gets sick again he will consider doing a bronchoscopy on her to see the food that he’s sure she’s aspirated. It would explain the coughing, the fevers, everything according to him. By that night she’s gotten so sick that he decides that it can’t wait and they prep her for the surgery.

That was by far the worst night in our lives at that point. She was so frail and so sick. What seems like hours past by and we see the doctor talking with one of her nurses. We brace ourselves and he comes in and tells us that he didn’t find anything specific like an inhaled piece of food but that her lungs are “sticky and swollen” with “gunk” in them. Then he tells us that her left upper lobe has collapsed. He says that that’s what more than likely happened when we saw a very prominent increase in her breathing rate and her start to really struggle to breath. If there wasn’t a wall holding me up for the first time in my life I felt what it was like to feel faint. The room spun and I almost collapsed. It was terrifying and so very emotional that it makes me upset thinking about it.

We wait for the tests to come back and she just stays where she’s at. By the start of the 2nd week in the hospital she’s having such a hard time even sitting up because she’s so weak from not eating and being so feverish. Trying to get her up and moving and using her lungs is proving to be a battle that leaves her exhausted from crying, me exhausted from making her get up then holding her while she cried and us both exhausted from the emotional stand point. There are more tests done and we are waiting on her to start and get better. We spend 13 days in the hospital this time. It’s not good and we are quite honestly, pissed off.