Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Hiding From The Future With My Head Stuck In The Sand


The future’s bright, so the famous advert tells me.  I’m not so sure – most days I can’t see it as my head is buried too far in the sand. 

 
I find thinking about The Future far too stressful and upsetting to contemplate, so mostly I just pretend it doesn’t exist – I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it kind of thing.  There was a time I didn’t think beyond the next hour; then just getting to the next morning was a miracle I daren’t hope for.  As time progressed and Hugh outlived his initial prognosis of two years I could begin planning a little further ahead.  But even now, while Hugh is relatively healthy I daren’t look further than a few months ahead.  And if I do make any plans, or make mere suggestions of plans, the sentences are finished with a ‘please God’ or a ‘hopefully’ or a ‘If Hugh is well enough’. 

 

That’s the difficulty of living with a life limited and life threatened child; I don’t know what’s around the corner.  To some extent, that is the same for everyone – no one really knows what can happen and things can change in the blink of an eye.  But for the majority of people that don’t live under the shadow that such a diagnosis casts, you can look ahead with a relative degree of confidence.  You might plan next summer’s holiday, or your child’s transition to secondary school.  You can think and daydream ahead to college and university choices and weddings, perhaps.  With Hugh, I’m not afforded that luxury.

 

I’ve been asked many times what future I want for Hugh.  The social worker asked during his core assessment and it’s been discussed at the Advanced Care Plan meetings. I’ve been asked many times what I see for Hugh, what I hope for in his future.  Every time it catches me, and I have to swallow a hard lump in my throat and bite back the tears. 

 

What I want is ...

I want there to be a future for Hugh. 

That’s it! 
 

I want him to be here.

And I want him to be happy.

 

The thought of a future without Hugh terrifies me.  I daren’t think about it.

 

Yet there is just one thing that scares me more.

 

And that’s Hugh living in a future without us there to protect him. 

 

It’s hard to type that, it’s hard to admit what that actually means.   I can’t bear the thought of losing my son, yet I’m terrified at the prospect of him outliving me.  Who would look after him if we weren’t here?  Without us there as his voice who would know what he wanted?  Who would comfort him when he was sad?  Who would sit with him when he was sick?  Who would hold his hand and sing to him and tell him everything would be alright while the seizures racked his brain?

 



Hugh's big brother has the future mapped out.  He reckons he’s building a house in his garden for Hugh to live in.  He has aspirations of being a footballer or a policeman or a fireman or a farmer, but more recently he’s said he wouldn’t get a job as he’d look after Hugh when I died.  That’s the way he thinks you see; at just 6 years old. He knows, deep down, that his brother will need lifelong care.  He assumes it’s his responsibility when we’re no longer here to do it.  I’ve told him it’s not, but he says he wants to. I’ve assured him he can live his own life and that Hugh will be looked after.  That everything will be ok, there’ll be people there to take care of Hugh.

 

But that’s not true.
 
Because unlike him, I can’t or rather won’t look to the future. 

I’ve not put any plans in place. 

I’ve not thought that far ahead.

Because I can’t. 

Because I’m too scared. 

Because the thought of it is too terrifying to contemplate. 

And I just wouldn’t know where to start.

 

My short term plan is to remain invincible: 
I can’t fall ill,
I won’t get cancer,
My back won’t give in,
I won’t be involved in an accident,
I won't get old. 

 

It’s also my long term plan.

 

Which is no kind of plan at all really.

 
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The aim of this blog post was to stimulate a discussion about how Special Needs Carers plan for the future. 

Have you made plans?  How did you start? What plans did you make? What first prompted you to put those plans in place? Has having those plans given you some peace of mind?  Or are you like me, still putting it off?  

Please let me know your thoughts either in the comments below or perhaps sharing your own blog post about planning for the future. Remember to link back to here if you do.  (If we get a few, I’ll set up a little linky for us too)

“Project Safe”, an initiative of St Loye’s Foundation, aims to provide a service to support people with special needs and give peace of mind to their carers.  You can help shape this service and ensure it is the kind of service you and other carers want and need by visiting their website here.

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Contacting my MP about rare, undiagnosed and genetic conditions


We're tweeting our MP - see how easy it is?


I've never been one for politics to be honest.  It was a significant part of my first year of my Social Sciences degree but I ditched it for Psychology as soon as I could. I guess I kind of na├»vely thought it didn't really have anything to do with me. I kind of didn't 'get' it.

And then I grew up.  And I realised how politics impacted every single aspect of our day to day lives.  And then I had Hugh and suddenly party policies on disability and benefits became extremely important to me.

I'd not heard of All Party Parliamentary Groups before.  Maybe you have, but if not:

All Party Parliamentary Groups (APPGs) are informal, cross-party, interest groups of MPs and Peers interested in a particular issue. Cross party means they have politicians from all the different political groups involved and so they are a great way to make sure everyone in parliament knows about the issues they cover.

APPGs are not funded by parliament and do not have any power to make laws but these groups can act as pressure groups for specific causes helping to keep the government, the opposition and MPs informed of parliamentary, expert and public opinion.
 
Genetic Alliance, who support the work of SWAN UK are planning to set up an APPG for rare, undiagnosed and genetic conditions.  This will increase awareness of these conditions in parliament, help ensure that families like ours have access to appropriate care and support and discuss issues relevant to families affected by rare and undiagnosed genetic conditions such as transition, coordination of care and research.
 
I emailed my local MP Jess Philips, to ask her to consider joining the APPG on rare, undiagnosed and genetic conditions.  It's easy to do - you too can find out who your MP is and email them here: www.writetothem.com
 
WHY?
 
  • Because rare, genetic and undiagnosed conditions are often life-long and serious, affecting multiple systems of the body. Hugh is five now, but he still can't sit, walk, talk or even eat.  At this stage it is perhaps unlikely he ever will.
 
  • Because many of them are progressive, meaning that the health and quality of life for affected individuals will continue to deteriorate throughout their lives and many of those affected will die prematurely. We already know that Hugh's condition is both life limiting and life threatening, which means we, as parents, have to face the fact that our son will probably never live until adulthood.
 
  • Because the vast majority of rare and genetic conditions cannot be cured and most have no effective treatments. All we can do is simply manage the individual symptoms as they arise.
 
  • Because families like ours frequently experience delays in gaining an accurate diagnosis for their or their loved one’s condition, and can struggle to access appropriate care and support.  Without a diagnosis support has been much harder to come by, we have had to fight and beg and reach breaking point before Hugh's needs, severe as they are, have been taken seriously.  If you're interested, I've written more about the difficulty in accessing support without a diagnosis here.
 
We are unlikely to be the only family within our constituency whose child is affected by a rare, genetic or undiagnosed condition. It is thought that about 50% of children with learning disabilities and 60% of children with multiple congenital problems do not have a definitive diagnosis to explain the cause of their difficulties.
 
Rare and genetic conditions are a significant cause of illness - 1 in 17 people will be affected by a rare condition at some point in their life (that’s approximately 5,000 people in our constituency alone) and 4 in 100 babies in the UK are born with a genetic condition.
 
It is estimated that 6,000 children are born a year with a genetic condition that will remain undiagnosed.
 
 
So please for Hugh, and for all the children like him and families like ours that are affected by rare, undiagnosed and genetic conditions, please contact your MPs and ask them to join the APPG.
 
And Jess... if you'd like to meet Hugh and I and discuss how being undiagnosed has impacted our lives, we'd be more than happy to.
 
I'm not just rare ... I'm one of a kind #Hughnique
 
 
 
Want to find out more and use a template letter to contact your MP? Click here:  SWAN UK APPG Q&A
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Back To School Again

September has arrived again, the morning's damper and darker and already a hint of autumn in the air. A sense of excitement and trepidation as the new school year beckons and once again I'm sucked in by its promise of new beginnings and new starts and have signed up to a Slimming World class and a new yoga class. September for me is like January and each year I find, like many people do at a New Year, I look to the past and the future, look back and reminisce; look forward and hope. Even in the years (though there were comparatively few of them) that I wasn't actively involved in the education system one way or another, I would still buy an academic year diary- planning my year from September to August rather than January to December.


All ready for another school year.

This September is no different. I've reflected on the past two years watching both boys starting school, one in the local mainstream primary, the other a year later in the local special school. I'm not filled with the same sadness anymore that they attend different schools, that one walks in holding my hand, that the other leaves in his wheelchair at the back of a special needs bus. I don't mind so much that their uniforms are different coloured and that the out-grown uniform of the eldest gets passed to friends and neighbours rather than to his little brother. It is what it is and I know both boys are in the best place for them. Though I suspect I'll still shed a little tear as I wave them goodbye on Monday, simply because it marks that passage of time and my two babies are growing up.


I look forward to what the year will bring for them too and what they will each achieve. Their accomplishments will be different and those of my youngest will certainly not reflect those of his peers, but they'll be his achievements all the same and I will be equally proud of both children.

This year differs slightly though in that for the first time in a long time I'm contemplating returning to school too. As a teacher for many years before the boys came along, the night before school in September would always fill me with a strange combination of anxiety and excitement. One that invariably left once I was back at the front of a room full of children. I stopped teaching when my youngest was born; he was so ill that returning to work was impossible. My time away from the classroom and at home with my son(s) has been a steep learning curve. My youngest has profound and multiple learning difficulties; disabilities that even as a special needs teacher, in a school for children with autism, I had never encountered before. He has taught me a lot.

This September dawned with a little more anxiety and a lot more excitement than previous years. I'm looking forward to taking what I have learnt from my own children and using it to make me a better teacher. I'm looking forward to finding that little bit of 'me' again in amongst the other roles that have taken over: mother, nurse, carer, doctor, physiotherapist. I'm looking forward to helping children learn and making a difference in their lives.

The school clothes are ironed, the pencil cases packed, the hairs cut, the new shoes bought and polished. September is here and I for one am ready.
 
Bring it on!


"What are you looking so happy about?"