so much sweetness

today i let the morning routine slide. (yes, i know, it's only day 3, but i think it was worth it. teehee)

i got up a few minutes late, but i got dressed. came downstairs, took the fresh loaf out of the bread maker, poured myself a cup of coffee that had already brewed (mmm... programmable coffee maker...), and started pondering lunches.

i went upstairs to check on asher, who, unlike blithe and bram, was still asleep.

soundly.

lying on his back, sprawled out across his bed, mouth open with his sucky dangling precariously from the corner of his lips.

i stood there and watched him for a moment or two...

and let him sleep in.

blithe and bram got ready for school, and i watched them walk to the bus stop. they're so delightful, you know? they walk along, so young and fresh and yet also somehow so grown up... blithe has her uber-girlie walk, and bram with his little man gait. they were chatting and laughing and waving to me when they looked for traffic before crossing the street. and they got to the bus stop and chatted with their friends.

i went back inside and went upstairs to check on asher again.

he was just climbing out of bed, his crazy hair all crazy messy, sucky securely popped back in his mouth, and he flashed the brightest smile when he saw me come in the room.

i got him out of his grinch pj's, and helped him pick out his outfit for the day, and he told me all about his cozy and comfy and warm socks that he picked out a long time ago.

as he walked into the bathroom, i marvelled that just a couple months ago, he was still in diapers, and now here he is, completely potty trained.

i watched him put on his rubber boots on the wrong feet, and smiled.

i offered to help him put his jacket right side out, but he ignored me and kept working on it until the sleeves were right. he put it on by himself and made a zzzzip! when he pulled up the zipper.

he tried to open the front door, which i then unlocked, and he walked outside and waited on the porch while i locked the house.

he climbed up into the truck and plopped himself down in his car seat and chattered away while i buckled him in.

off we went to school, and we held hands as we walked through the front doors and down the hall to his classroom. he showed me his pictures on the wall and door, and told his EA all about his hospital dolly.

and as i left him there, i thought,

how is it possible to be blessed with just so much sweetness in my life?

and i smiled.

well, what do you know...

yes, yes, it's been over 24 hours since we got home, and i still haven't posted. bad blogger mommy, bad bad blogger mommy. haha

i don't remember mentioning this here, but maybe i did... asher had an appointment in toronto yesterday. echo, ecg, cardiology, and pacemaker clinic. it promised to be a busy and interesting morning.

first up, i met quickly with someone from the CHSS (Congenital Heart Surgeons' Society) for our yearly check-in for the LVOTO (Left Ventricular Outflow Tract Obstruction) study that asher is part of. basically, the CHSS are following kids who, like asher, have issues with blood leaving the left ventricle. quoth i on FB the other day,

i'm amused by the LVOTO study asher is in. hmm... i guess a non-existent left ventricle and absent "outflow tract" would count as an obstruction, right? ROFL (oh, the things i laugh at anymore... LOL)

the study is nothing intrusive. every year i have to fill out a questionnaire and list everything asher's been through in the last year. the CHSS is doing a long-term study, looking at outcomes for kids like asher and others with HLHS and LVOTO defects. (for the record, i enroll asher in every study i'm approached about. selfishly, it's that many more people keeping an eye on my littlest man. but my main reason is this: i believe that we have a responsibility to use everything we have been given - the good and the "bad" - to help others. asher has been given half a heart. and so, when we're appraoched, i enroll him. i pray that the docs and surgeons will find ways to help kids with HLHS and other complex heart defects, so that others will not have to go through what asher has been through. but that's a tale for another day...)

so i met with carol, filled out the form (and noticed how many admissions over the last couple years have been for sepsis... shudder! it's one thing to know, it's a whole other thing to see it written down like that...) and then we went in for the echo.

my mother had come with us. and she was fascinated by the echo, having never seen one before. asher did very well, staying still and quiet for most of it. (and this is why there's a TV in every paeds echo lab. because it's too hard to keep a 4-year-old boy quiet for 45 minutes at a stretch. haha) i watched the echo, too... his heart is so beautiful, so simple, so complex, so scarred, so new... a work of art, truly.

(yes, i do love cardiology. why do you ask?)

then off to the ECG lab. asher put on the leads, with some help from the tech. i looked at the monitor. heart rate: 109 bpm. (remember that number. it's important.) so we got asher to sit still for 10 seconds, the tech printed off the report, and then she asked, still looking at the ECG, "does he have a pacemaker, mom?"

now, some of you might be thinking, "well, duh!!! of course he does!!"... but you should realize, there was no mention of the pacer on the orders. it said, "HLHS." that's it. no mention of the electrophysiological disaster area that is asher's heart. nope. just "HLHS." so she should have had no way of knowing that he had a pacemaker, just by looking at the tracings on her screen.

as i answered, "oh! yeah, he does."... i peaked over her shoulder at the monitor... and saw... a tell-tale spike before the squiggly wave. that spike... is the pacemaker, shocking asher's heart to induce a beat.

remember, asher's heartrate during the ecg was 109.

asher's pacemaker is set at 80.

which means that it should fire when he's beating below 80 bpm, and is supposed to stop pacing when he's over 80.

109 is over 80.

did you catch that??? remember how i've been saying for a while now that there's a problem with his pacemaker? yup. read on, gentle reader, read on.

so we saw dr r, who said that everything looked fine. asher's heart is working well, the muscle is strong and function is good. there is no obvious cause for the fluid retention the other week, but she said that sometimes fontans just need a couple days of diuretics, so it's nothing to be too concerned about. basically, "heart's fine. look elsewhere." no worries, there. kind of a relief.

but i was most looking forward to pacemaker clinic.

and it proved to be interesting, indeed.

we got in to that clinic at 1:00. i spoke with the nurse/tech, outlining my concerns.

• his heart rate went down to 74 and stayed there for quite a while, and he had pain in his chest radiating down his left arm and into his jaw.
• his heart rate, whenever checked, is 100. exactly. every. single. time.
• the pacer spike on the morning's ECG.

she said, "yes, that does seem suspicious, doesn't it?"

she listened!!!!!

so she hooked him up to a monitor, which started showing his current (no pun intended) ECG tracing. "see what i mean?" i exclaimed, "his pulse is 95 and the pacer's firing!"

she looked and was surprised, first, that it would be doing that, and second, that i knew what i was looking at. (she then told me about a new Physician Assistant programme in canada, and she strongly urged me to look into it and specialize in paeds cardio. she even gave me her card so i can let her know if i decide to pursue it, because she's really interested in it, too. but back to asher. haha) she watched the monitor for a moment, waiting to see if it was just a fluke, a momentary firing, or something significant.

it was something significant.

she continued with her pacemaker exam, checking its settings and collecting its data. she showed me that his heart rate is, correctly, just above 80 most of the time, and that his heart rate is elevated appropriately for his age (it looks like it goes up with activity, which is what a heart rate is supposed to do). and she kept looking...

and remembering what i'd said about his heart rate always being 100 whenever it's checked... 

she did a little test.

she unhooked asher from the monitor and took him into the hall. there, she, asher and my mother ran up and down the hall (well, the women ran; asher walked quickly and yelled at them. he was tired and grumpy and wanted to leave). then they came back into the room, and she hooked him back up to the monitor...

and his heart rate was 155, which was

1. appropriate for an active heart rate in a child his age.
2. nearly double the pacemaker's setting.
3. paced.

that's right, you read that correctly.

his heart was beating 155 times per minute, and the pacemaker was prompting the beats.

she went and got the EP fellow.

he looked at the data, and agreed that asher's pacemaker wasn't working the way it's supposed to. "it's too sensitive," he said. so christine fiddled with the settings and made asher's pacemaker work properly.

then she threw in a little bonus: a sleep mode. during the day, asher's pacemaker will keep his heart rate above 80. overnight, from 9:30 to 7:15, it will keep him above 70. when he's sleeping, he doesn't need as many beats, so he can safely go down to 70. this will save the battery, but also allow for better sleep, among other things. 

see, if his pacemaker was keeping his HR artificially high, that could account for a lot of the symptoms asher has been having, including,

• paleness and grey spells
• looking flushed
• irritability
• chest pain
• shortness of breath
• reflux
• difficulty sleeping
• loss of appetite

do those symptoms sound familiar? they are CHF symptoms, but they are also what asher has been experiencing over the last few weeks.

do you realize what all this means?!?!

i texted to some friends,

hey! guess what! the pacer was "too sensitive"!!! so she fixed it! which means... there WAS a problem, it DOESN'T need to be replaced, and i'm NOT insane!!!

honestly, i could have cried. it was such a relief to know that i wasn't imagining things, and that, while it sucks that asher's pacemaker wasn't working properly, it was easily fixed. all it took was for someone to listen to me and take me seriously. rather refreshing, i'll be honest.

now, i just want to make this clear: i really like our cardio in london. she is lovely and caring and talks to me as one mother to another. all rare qualities in a doc, and welcome traits, at that. but all this could have been fixed over a month ago, when i first raised the issue. all it would have taken was for her to take asher for a quick run around the clinic for a couple minutes, and maybe a monitor in the room to hook him up to during the tests. honestly, i'm not sure where this leaves us. i can't afford to leave the london clinic and deal solely with toronto; i just can't. yesterday alone cost me the equivalent of one week's groceries. one day. one week's grocery bill. not do-able in the long run. on the other hand...

toronto listens. toronto looks deeper. toronto fixes things.

oh! and in case you're wondering if, indeed, the pacer was the cause of asher's issues lately...

while i'm not a doctor and have no real medical training, i can tell you that his colour is returning (he was already looking better before we left the hospital yesterday), and he's less irritable and eating more. already. he is refluxing less and as i type this post, he is sleeping comfortably upstairs.

just sayin'.

all in all, it was a good day. a long day, but a productive one. i'm "happy" and asher's feeling better.

so, i want to thank everyone who has been praying for asher and this appointment. your prayers were (and are) very much appreciated. and see? prayer works!

well, it was a day...

so, asher was home from school yesterday, which meant that he and i were going to have a delightful day, just the two of us. oh, i had grand plans. he wanted sushi for lunch, and i was going to spend the afternoon doing laundry and tidying up around here.

the best laid plans... sigh...

so, he was feeling fine in the morning. a little tired, but he hadn't slept overly well on the weekend, due to the diuretics waking him up a few times a night. but other than that, he was fine. chipper, funny, playful, laughing hysterically at treehouse cartoons.

we got dressed and headed out for lunch. we got our sushi, sat down, and started to eat. he ate the rice from a couple rolls, but just kept on talking and playing. (he doesn't eat much, so this wasn't unusual, so i thought nothing of it.) he started talking about some of the things he saw around us, making conversation, and pointing out things he wanted me to notice. so i noticed them.

and then i noticed him.

he was navy blue.

still chatting, but slowly becoming less animated.

and then he started shivering.

i asked him if he was cold and wanted to put his coat on, and he said no.

so i reached across the table and touched his hand

and it was cold.

and i don't mean warm with a hint of cool.

it was just. plain. cold.

i watched him for a moment, thinking (read: hoping) he'd just caught a draft and he'd warm up in a minute.

but then he started getting cranky and tired, and he was still blue and still shivering and still cold to the touch.

so i called our amazing dr b, who is on call, and she sent us to the paeds ward at our local hospital for a sat and blood pressure check.

sats were fine (97%), bp was fine (113/59). and she checked his temp. (by now he was starting to feel a bit warm, but nothing too bad....)

underarm temp was 39.2C (102.5F). 

we went off to dr b's office, where he was very irritable, very lethargic, still pretty warm 20 mins after the tylenol at the hospital), and he was complaining that his pacemaker hurt.

so she checked his pacemaker, and yes, it hurt. and the zipper there, along with his G-tube scar were pink.

they're never pink.

so it was looking like there might be an infection in his pacer site. if that happens, it's bad, because those infections tend to spread quickly and if it gets into the pacer pocket, as you might remember, it's got a highway straight to his heart. we've been through this before, and it wasn't fun, to say the least.

off we went to emerg in london. dr b called cardio and gave them a heads-up. she spoke with the NP who was quite concerned (!!) and said that they would need to do a blood culture, and a urine culture (because it's asher, and he has a long, complicated history. urine cultures are now routine for trips to emerg for him).

we were taken right in, and the doc assessed him. yup, he's sick. so he called cardio.

who sent the resident.

who called cardio.

who came down.

and assessed a sleeping and suddenly febrile asher (as in, 20 minutes earlier he was perfectly fine, playing and sitting at a delightfully normal temp. suddenly, he became flushed and warm and curled up on my lap and fell asleep. all that happened in the space of 5 minutes). his temp was back up to 38.7C (101.6F). cardio poked the pacer site, and asher winced and whined, but did not wake up. asher always wakes up for this sort of thing. the cardio poked his pacer, checked his liver, looked in his ear, so yeah, there were a lot of opportunities for my littlest man to wake up. 

and he didn't.

so cardio ordered an ECG. which asher slept through.

and then we were taken upstairs to the cardio clinic for a quick echo, just to check pump function. asher woke up as i put him on the bed, and i gave him the advil our nurse had provided. cardio gave him a tootsie pop, and did the echo, which was fine. then he gave asher another tootsie pop. and he said, "well, his heart is fine, so i think it's just a virus. you can probably go now, but check what they say in emerg."

the doc came over and said that since the chest and abdominal xrays were fine, and the echo and ecg were fine, we could go.

now, at this point, i was not aware of what the NP had said, but rest assured, when i informed dr b that we were coming home, she said, "did they do bloodwork? how was it?" ummm... "they didn't do any bloodwork."

"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!" quoth dr b.

it was ruled viral and we were sent home... without bloodwork. no CBC, no culture. both of which are just standard procedure when asher's in emerg.

now, don't get me wrong. i'm quite happy with them not poking my boy and hurting him like that. he's tired of being poked, and i don't like it, either. but um... bloodwork would have given us some answers.

and because the symptoms came on so quickly...

and that has happened before...

in october 2007, for example, when asher had sepsis...

do you kinda think some bloodwork and maybe a culture would be asking too much??

this morning, asher still has a pretty high fever (39.5C, or 103.1F, which is pretty close to his febrile seizure threshold), but as long as the tylenol is doing its thing, he seems ok. fever comes down (he's still warm but not too bad), and he's in a better mood and tormenting poor little Mouse), so right now i'm not overly concerned. it may, in fact, "just" be viral and he'll pull through in a few days.

but still. an important test was not done.

so, i'll admit, i'm a little torn. cardio checked him out as thoroughly as they can, which frankly, is huge. the NP even said that tests were needed. and i think we're at the point now that when tests like this are ordered, i get a little freaxious.

it's good that they took this seriously and did something, so i'm not complaining about that.

but the bloodwork...

or lack thereof...

that worries me a bit. and frustrates me a lot.

i'm almost to the point of moving to another city so that we're closer to SickKids and another children's hospital. don't worry, there are a lot of things keeping us here, and i have to think about the entire family, not just asher. and our paeds can order bloodwork etc here if she wants and i have no issues driving to toronto for cardio if i have to, so we likely won't be moving any time soon... but the idea is there, and it's being considered. i'm just getting to frustrated here. i don't know what to do, frankly. i just don't know...

quite an interesting day today...

yup, quite an interesting day, indeed...

i took asher to see our amazing dr b this afternoon. turns out, asher has lost all the extra fluid weight, and is back down to his 15 kg (33 lbs), where he belongs. the puffiness is gone, the sweating is gone, the warmth is gone, the shortness of breath is gone. his colour is back, his energy is back. his liver is back up where it should be. all of this means

no more failure!!!!

one little lingering issue to keep an eye on, however. asher's blood pressure is quite low. his norm is around 120/80, but this afternoon it was 86/54. she called dr russell in toronto, and we're going back to paeds on thursday for follow-up.

we also have a date for our rescheduled appointment in toronto. next wednesday (april 6) we will be heading off to toronto. we'll meet with someone from the Congenital Heart Surgeons' Society to fill out some forms for the LVOTO (left ventricular outflow tract obstruction) study, then off to the echo lab. we'll see dr russell, then down the hall to the pacemaker clinic. a long morning, but hopefully it will be productive.

and now...

for the bad news...

we found out today that our favourite cardiologist in london

is moving back to germany.

i don't quite have words right now, so i'll leave it at that for now. i'll comment when i have something useful to say.

anyhoo, that's the day. thank-you all so much for your prayers over the weekend. as you can see, prayer works!!! :)

surrendering is NOT the same as giving up.

oh, my sweet, sweet little asher...

by now you probably know that, if he's not already failing, he's at least "flirting" with it.

and as you can probably imagine, i hate it.

i love my littlest man. but just last month i was reminded of something:

kids with HLHS have a 70% chance of surviving to 5 years.

and asher is already 4.

now, i know, statistics are not a death sentence. i know. i really do. but...

asher's HLHS is pretty much as bad as it gets. and he "should" be dead 15 times by now.

the other day, when we went to see our amazing dr b, i already knew what she was going to say. i was hoping for an ear infection or bronchitis or a nasty cold or something, but i knew. i memorized that list of symptoms when asher was four weeks old. i know what to look for, and i knew what i was looking at.

i also know about the possible ischemia, i'm watching and waiting for a heart attack, i'm pretty sure his pacemaker isn't working properly.

but the moment dr b uttered the words "congestive heart failure," it was as if someone kicked me in the stomach. i wanted to vomit. i wanted to cry. and i was just. so. tired.

call me crazy, but i don't want my precious little man to die. i don't. and i can guarantee that anyone who has met him feels the same way. he's just too amazing, too sweet, too funny, too loving, too.... asher-ish for that. i want him to grow up and grow old and have a dozen healthy kids and a hundred grandkids and a thousand great-grandkids.

but that 30% haunts me...

and yet, i know that God specifically designed asher's heart this way. i don't know why, but i know that He did.

so how do i reconcile this mother-love/fierce determination to see my child grow up, with God's will?

um... i don't know.

quite a while back, i was in a small group. and we were talking about surrender. namely, surrendering our baggage to God. here is what i said:

my son has half a heart. he's been through too many surgeries, too many infections, too many hospital admissions. he has too many doctors. and yet, i know that this is God's plan for him. and so, because of that, i have surrendered asher to Him. whatever He chooses to do, whether it's to heal asher completely, whether it's to take him from me, whether it's to keep him here and not take away this illness, i have accepted and will continue to accept that that is God's will. but in the meantime, even while i wait to find out what God has planned, i have to deal with all of this. i have to take asher to appointments. i have to watch for symptoms. i have to sign consent forms. i have to sit with him in ICU. i have to feed him according to his special dietary needs. i have to deal with his condition now, even though i've handed him over to God.

and that's that, i guess. i've surrendered asher to his Maker. thankfully, his Maker has decided that asher will stick around, though for how long is anyone's guess. but i still have to deal with all this crap.

i read something interesting today:

faith isn't necessary when we know the outcome. faith is what gets us through the uncertainty.

yes, i'm exhausted. yes, i am completely sick and tired of heart stuff. yes, i hate it.

no, i don't know how long he'll be here. no, i don't know if he'll ever get a new heart. no, i don't know what's going on in that wonky little heart of his. no, i don't know if he'll pull through this latest bout of failure-ish. no, i don't know how bad it will get, or if the few doses of HCT will do the trick.

i just. don't. know.

and i hate that.

but.

when i stop, and i mean

when i stop

and listen

and look

God is there, doing something. i don't know what He's doing, but He's in there.

and i'm ok with that.

(ish.)

but i accept that God sees the big picture and i don't and He knows what's best and i don't and He loves asher waaaaay more than even i ever could.

if He chooses to take asher at some point, i'll hate it. but i'll accept it. i'll weep and sleep and grieve and mourn and stare off into space because that's the only thing i'll be capable of doing (can you tell i've mourned him a few times already, that i'd have an idea of what i'll be like?)...

being asher's mother isn't easy. being asher isn't easy. but you know what?

every night, when asher says his prayers, he asks God to "make me feel much better." how does this 4-year old know to ask God to do that? how does he know that God can do that? and how does he not stop asking for relief despite the fact that it doesn't come and he still has chest pain every day and he still gets tired and short of breath and overloaded with fluid and he still can't keep up with blithe and bram?

somewhere along the way, asher has learned to trust God.

and somewhere along the way, asher has learned to wait patiently for God.

and it still hurts and he's still scared and he's still going for therapy on tuesday and he's still sick...

and he's still trusting God and waiting for God and looking to God for what he can't do himself.

i'll admit, sometimes i get caught up in the horror of HLHS and CHF. sometimes i mourn my child who is still here but may not be for much longer. sometimes i just hold my breath waiting for God to do something, anything.

but most of the time, i just continue to watch for symptoms and take him to the docs and give him his meds and feed him fatty foods and keep on keepin' on...

and i wait for God.

and you know what they say about waiting for God:

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. they will soar high on wings like eagles. they will run and not grow weary. they will walk and not faint.  (isaiah 40:31)

last night i just wanted to cry when i thought about this latest bout of failure. and i almost cried when i told my friend about it this morning at church. but i also know that God is in control. God has a plan. and God hasn't forgotten about us. so we're just waiting for Him.

and tonight, sure, i still want to cry and vomit when i think about it all. but i'm not so tired. and i remembered to pack his meds tonight when he went to his dad's. and i'm going to make an appointment for him to see paeds again, and i'm going to take him for play therapy on tuesday. we're going to keep going, because we're waiting for God and trusting God, and that gives us the strength we need to get through today. today we ran and didn't grow weary. tomorrow we may walk and not faint. our pace isn't the fastest and we don't actually know where we're going, but we'll just keep on going.

and for today, that's enough.

oops, my bad...

i realized this morning that i forgot a couple details last night.

first of all, asher's weight. last week, asher weighed 15.2 kg (approx 33 lbs). yesterday, he weighed in at 16.9 kg (approx 37 lbs). that's right, in about 10 days, asher gained about 10% of his body weight.

sounds like a growth spurt...

until you remember that his legs were puffy...

and by that i mean, dr b was poking dents in his shins. go ahead, try that on yourself. i'm willing to bet you can't do it.

that's because you don't have edema. puffiness. fluid retention.

caused by congestive heart failure.

i'm really tired of all this. i really am.

nothing good comes from a 4 year old flirt

especially when that 4 year old flirt is asher.

and he's not flirting with anything good.

so, we saw paeds this afternoon. asher has been puffy and pale for the last few days, and pretty short of breath. as in, well nigh gasping for air after walking across a room. nice.

now, the other week i took asher in to see our amazing dr b when asher was puffy. his ear was pink, and his lungs were wet, and his liver was down and actually lower than it's been in a very long time. she called cardio, who said, "as long as he's doing well with his feeds he should be ok." ("feeds"?? is asher a baby???)

this week, asher's liver is still down, his heart rate is 100 (dead-on, as usual... sound paced to anyone else?), tachypnic (breathing fast, like 50 breaths per minute), his liver is still just as far down. he's puffy, pale, tired, not eating much, not peeing as much, sweaty and warm (not feverish), a bit irritable, short of breath, etc etc etc....

oh, yeah. and his legs are puffy.

which they never are.

ever.

ever.

amazing dr b says, "well, asher's definitely flirting with CHF. i'm going to suggest you go to hamilton and spend the weekend at your parents'. that way, if he needs to be seen, you're closer to SickKids emerg."

but, before we left, she decided to call london cardio.

but she called and spoke with the cardio on call. for the record, it's the same doc who has said, "oh yeah, these symptoms (of severe CHF) are normal for this stage," "as long as he's tolerating his feeds, he's fine," and "are you sure he's hypoplastic left?" so you can imagine what i expected.

but what he said was...

wait for it...

"give him some lasix and see how he is on monday."

wha---?!?!?!

this doc, famous for brushing off everything, took this seriously and prescribed a med to deal with it.

oh, wait. some of you might not know what lasix is. it's a diurretic. it's job is to make the patient pee a lot, thereby removing excess fluid from the body. in CHF, the heart doesn't function well enough, so blood doesn't move through the body properly, and fluid leaches out of the blood and accumulates in the tissue, usually around the eyes, fingers/hands, and feet/ankles. this also increases blood pressure, and will cause the heart's function to decrease proportional to the amount of fluid build-up. it's a vicious circle, and lasix (and other diurretics) are designed to stop the cycle. ideally, it stops CHF in its tracks.

sounds good, you say?? well, yes... generally... which is to say, the idea is good, but the proposed med is a no-go for asher. you see, asher has nephrocalcinosis. this means that there is a build-up of calcium in the kidneys, which impairs renal function, which increases blood pressure, decreases heart function, which impairs renal function, which increases blood pressure... yup, another vicious circle. and lasix... causes calcium to build up in the kidneys.

delightful!!

but asher can't have lasix, so so i asked dr b prescribe HCT instead. HCT (hydrochlorothiazide, which i spell out merely to show off, haha) is another diurretic, albeit a milder one than lasix. so instead of one dose, dr b prescribed seven. haha

anyway, there you have it. asher's flirting with congestive heart failure. and i'm going to spend a freaxious weekend watching him and praying that the HCT will handle things and he'll feel better.

that being said... please continue to pray for him. i still have my suspicions about the pacemaker, which was supposed to get checked on wednesday in toronto, but due to horrible weather, we didn't make it. asher and i got stuck overnight in hamilton, actually. but he is still complaining frequently that his heart is "sick" or "hurting" or "feels squeezed," and he was going to tell our toronto cardio this week that he frequently gets a lot of pain in his chest, left arm, neck, shoulder and jaw. he also tells me fairly often that his heart is "burning." this has been mentioned to cardio (london)... and yet, even though they know he doesn't generally reflux anymore unless his heart is doing things it shouldn't... they brushed it off. sigh. i know the reflux will resolve when his heart improves, so i'm not concerned about the reflux itself. it's just frustrating to know that something is wrong and docs don't seem to be listening.

so please pray for me, too. i'm tired, to be honest. the fontan was supposed to be it. it was supposed to usher us into the "promised land," where hearts are stable for a very long time and we can enjoy normal life. granted, he's more stable than he's ever been in the past... but that's not saying much. so i'm tired of all this heart stuff, and asher's tired of all this heart stuff, and i'm feeling burned out, and asher's scared of doctors again.

anyway, there you go. a little update. if anything happens over the weekend, i'll let you know. and when we see a doc next week (still need to reschedule for toronto), whether it's cardio here or there, or paeds, rest assured i'll fill you in on that, too. thanks for the prayers.