Hi everyone! I’m co-hosting Finish the Sentence Friday this week, along with Kristi Campbell, Kerri Ames, Kelly McKenzie, and Anna Fitfunner. I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, but I’ve been MIA for the last few weeks. Since January 28th, I’ve only posted one blog, and that was a late post I wrote for Kerri, about PACS1. I don’t really feel I can claim credit for writing it, since most of the text was written in Kerrie’s words. I’m a bit anxious about this post, because I’ve been out of practice and in a writing funk. It’s true what they say, writing is a discipline and you must practice it daily. Continue reading
My family has kind of been wiped out by the flu! It’s been rough. All six of us have been afflicted with the yuck over the last week and a half. I’m still not well, but finally out of bed for a few hours each day (have to be, because my husband is now really, really sick!). Trying to catch up on emails, bills and blogs. It’s endless. But I did want to pop in here with a post that I pledged to write and share on February 7th, for my friend Kerri. Kerri, I’m so sorry I was unable to participate in the very first PACS1 Awareness day. I’m a little late, but I did want to at least let my readers in the blogosphere know about this very rare disease.
Kerri is a blogger at Diagnosed and Still Okay - and her site is the former Undiagnosed but That’s Okay. Kerri is a fellow New Englander and the mother of two sweet little girls. Her youngest, Bridget, was recently diagnosed with PACS1. Bridget is one of only twenty people in the would with this diagnosis! Bridget was undiagnosed for years, but thanks to Kerri’s love and tenacious devotion, she found answers for her little girl. Please visit Kerri’s blog to learn more about Bridget’s story. There’s also a PACGS FaceBook page. And below, in Kerri’s words, is more information about the condition:
The reason Bridget (and others) have a hard time being diagnosed is that physicians are unaware the syndrome exists. What happens when you go to a geneticist is he/she will look at your child, review their history, family history and then test for 3-5 genes that “might” be causing the problem based on those three criteria. Bridget had multiple tests like this. It wasn’t until we took a leap of faith (see below) and went to a private MD where her DNA (called Exome sequencing) was viewed strand by strand (via computer/health stuff that is beyond my understanding). That testing showed that the PACS1 gene was mutated. Once the mutation was found they looked into the orphan disease registry and viola found the 19 other children. This is why it is so important. Most parents are unable to get the Exome sequencing performed. If we had gone through our hospital it would have to be approved by 5 scientific boards and then the insurance company. That would have added years to her journey. BUT if doctors are aware of the syndrome, they will test for PACS1 as part of their array.
The leap of faith/following your instincts/fate. I always knew that Bridget had an unknown syndrome. But I was unwilling to just “wait for science to catch up”. A reader of my blog reached out and gave me the name of the doctor in GA. We thought long and hard, research the doctor, but then took a week off of work and traveled to find an answer. The answer might have been still a genetic abnormality never seen before. Instead we were given hope. So my hope with PACS1 Awareness is that a parent will never be satisfied when a doctor says they don’t know. To keep searching and never giving up on the finding an answer.
Now that’s the love of a Warrior Mom!
Please help us spread the word.
For most of us, January is the time for new beginnings – the time we decide to make changes to improve our health, finances and relationships. Every year I’m full of good intentions. Full of them – as in a long list of changes I want to make. Each year the list looks suspiciously similar to the year before and the year before, which leads me to the natural conclusion that I don’t stick to my resolutions.
Once upon a time there was a girl who had earned her Master’s in accounting and passed the CPA exam. Her family and friends were so proud and they were certain that her future was bright. The girl (me) wasn’t so confident. You see, I didn’t particularly like accounting and was in no rush to start my career. So, I waited tables at a waterside restaurant. I wore a short shirt, hopped on and off yachts with a tray full of cocktails and made a ridiculous amount of money, considering I was just serving food and drinks. Especially ironic since twenty years later I earn nothing for doing the same thing! Continue reading