Musings of a Marfan Mom

May 23, 2011
by marfmom
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Tara-Lee & Alexa’s Story

“The lens in your daughter’s eye is dislocated.”

And with these words, our journey to a Marfan syndrome diagnosis began.

Our beautiful daughter Alexa was born in April of 2003. She was perfect. She was our first baby and we were over the moon for her. I can still remember how family and friends commented on her beautiful lips, her perfect face and her long fingers and toes. As Lexi grew, she was taller and thinner than other children, however, my father is long and lean, and so we just all thought that she had inherited his slim build. Buying pants for her was a challenge with her long legs and tiny waist, so we relied heavily on adjustable waistbands and my mother’s keen sewing techniques! There was no reason for us to assume anything was wrong with her and we went along with our routine, welcoming two more daughters and eagerly anticipating the birth of our first son in December. Life was good.

One day when Lexi was in Senior Kindergarten, she came home with a note advising us to make an eye appointment for her to follow-up with an exam that had taken place at the school. Because I have poor eyesight, I thought nothing of it and proceeded to make the appointment. It was after this appointment, and a referral to an eye specialist in another town, that we heard those words mentioned above. At the second appointment with the eye specialist, he actually mentioned Marfan syndrome, but due to my morning sickness and tiredness, I quickly jotted the term down on a scrap piece of paper and inwardly dismissed him as not knowing what he was talking about. In my mind, nothing was wrong with our daughter. We left that appointment with no new information except another appointment with the Children’s Hospital in a city outside our community. How little I knew.

Many appointments later, including one with an ophthalmologist, we were found sitting in a genetic counselor’s office with our daughter. I observed how the counselors studied her as she walked into the room and how they stared at my nine months pregnant belly (probably hoping that they didn’t have to deliver a diagnosis to a woman who looked ready to deliver!). After a few exercises and questions, examinations and conversation, the counselor looked straight into our eyes and very plainly said, “I think your daughter has Marfan syndrome.” At that moment, we could not believe we were hearing this. We had gone to that appointment not thinking we would hear anything of the sort, and now, with her words, our lives had changed forever. I glanced over at our sweet daughter, who was five at the time, and tears began welling up in my eyes. Does she understand what was just said? Is she confused? How can I help her? What does this mean? What is my husband thinking? Why can’t I stop crying? How did this happen? Tears, please stop! One month and three blood tests later, her diagnosis was confirmed along with our test results which clearly indicated that this syndrome in our child was caused by a spontaneous mutation during conception. Our sweet girl had Marfan syndrome.

So began our journey. Starting out, we were given a few out-dated pamphlets on the syndrome, but nothing that was helpful and comprehensive. We were left to make decisions that perhaps we didn’t feel completely comfortable making. We were left with questions as to what we should allow her to do and how to make her understand what was going on in her body. So much of our energy and prayers were focused on HOW. How do we navigate this? How did this happen? How do we make her see what is going on? How do we communicate this effectively to her school and teachers and friends and family? How do we keep her healthy? How, how, how?

At the end of these questions, in my searching and searching for the right answers, this is when the National Marfan Foundation’s website became an important part of our journey. My questions were answered. I was able to read other’s people experience with Marfan syndrome and could relate so well.

As a mom, with three other children to care for and limited down time, I was glad to know that I was reading the best and most up-to-date information surrounding the syndrome and any new advances in research. We received a copy of the DVD, “In My Hands” which was instrumental in our healing process. Before another school year began, I ordered and received many hand-outs and information from the National Marfan Foundation’s website to give to Alexa’s teachers, principal and care-giver. With the website’s guidance and information, I was also able to personalize a “Marfan syndrome” info sheet for the key players in Alexa’s life. By receiving their children’s book on Marfan syndrome, my girls began to understand what their older sister was dealing with. Through social networks and blogs, I have gained positive connections with others who are dealing with their own diagnosis and this has also broadened my understanding of Marfan syndrome and how it affects us all differently. Information is power and when it comes to the well-being of our children, the more we know, the better we are for it. I have not been disappointed with the vast amount of resources that are now available to us. The NMF delivers!

So, three years into this journey, life is still good. Alexa is a bright, inquisitive, witty, and sweet girl of eight years old. She is tall, thin, wears some pretty cool glasses and is monitored monthly and yearly by cardiology, an ophthalmologist and a pediatric doctor. At her most recent cardiology examination, we were told that her sweet little heart is beginning to show early stages of mitral valve prolapse. Each day that we have with her is a gift. We love who she has become and cherish all of our memories that we have had with her. Who knows where we would be today if it had not been for her early diagnosis? We are not guaranteed much in this life, but we can guarantee that she will experience all that a good life has to offer her: love, acceptance, joy and peace. And as her parents, we have committed to traveling this journey with our daughter with wisdom, grace and love. We are so thankful for others who are willing to share their stories with the Marfan community and hope that our little story has encouraged you and caused you to look at your own story with love, acceptance and courage.

Each one of us will have a different story; a different diagnosis, different characteristics, different support, and different needs. However, as a community, we are all in this together. And that is a good thing. Thank you to the National Marfan Foundation for all that you do!

Please, support the NMF by casting a vote for them in the Chase Community Giving Campaign. Any money won will go to support programs that promote early diagnosis.

May 22, 2011
by marfmom
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Jess & Brody’s Story

I met Jess online, as Brody is not much older than Baby J. She shares her story of Brody’s diagnosis below.

Brody was born on aug 13, 2010 after a stressful 24 hour delivery. Upon birth, the doctors noticed his long fingers, toes and indented chest. His breathing wasn’t quite right so an echo was performed. The head pediatrician came to us and told us our newborn may have Marfan syndrome. After an emotional 24 hour labor, my nerves were already peaked. To hear that our first born may have a syndrome we had never even heard of was devastating. Brody spent 5 days in the NICU. After meeting with doctors and researching Marfan syndrome while sitting with Brody in the NICU, we learned a bit about this condition that would affect our child the rest of his life. Neither my husband nor myself have the gene for Marfan. After genetic testing on all 3 of us, we learned it was a spontaneous mutation starting with Brody. Also, that his strand affected was only the second time in the world this particular one has ever been reported. His aorta continued to grow while we did echos every 3 weeks. At 6 weeks old he was life flighted to a children’s hospital an hour away. It was the longest drive of my life. We finally got to the hospital. Brody was acting fine but his heart rate would randomly shoot up to 280. We spent a week at KU Medical Center’s pediatric intensive care unit. Day 3 we started losartan. We got to go home after a week but we were told by the pediatric cardiologist to expect the worst with Brody because of his aortic growth: “He may not live to his first birthday.” More devastation. But things got better. It took 2 months, but the losartan seemed to slow his aortic growth! In February, there was no growth from the previous echo! So now we return in June. Brody has been the biggest blessing of my life. I have become such a better person. But challenges are still ahead. We need more research to find ways for him to have a better, easier life.

Please, support the NMF by casting a vote for them in the Chase Community Giving Campaign. Any money won will go to support programs that promote early diagnosis.

May 20, 2011
by marfmom
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Rachel, Tony, & Sam’s Story

Going into parenthood is an exciting, scary, and exhilarating point in anyone’s life. When my husband and I had been married for a year, we decided it was time to start trying. Going into it we knew that our child would have a 50/50 chance of having Marfan syndrome (MFS), because my husband carried the gene. We were ok with it. We had thought through the decision very carefully and decided that Marfan syndrome had shaped my husband into the amazing man that he was. If our child were to be affected, we figured it would also shape them into the person they were supposed to be.

Our beautiful baby boy, Sam, came into the world on October 29, 2008. He took our breath away. He was perfect. At 6 months old we received the phone call from our geneticist office with the results of his DNA test.

“Mrs. Conklin, your son tested positive for the gene. It is 100% certain that he has Marfan syndrome. I’m so sorry.”

And that’s when my world changed. It changed because this was my beautiful, little, perfect son, and I knew the long road that awaited him. It is so different going from thinking about your child having it, and staring into his perfect little eyes, and knowing he has it.

MFS presents differently in everyone, but if you carry the gene, it will present physically in some way. It affects the connective tissue in the body including the heart, eyes, chest, and lungs. My husband has had quite a few issues in his life from it-he’s had 2 spinal surgeries, 2 chest surgeries for his pectus excavatum (the indent in his chest), and most recently he had open heart surgery to repair his enlarged aorta and replace his valve. He’s only 33.

I was literally terrified at what awaited my child.

My next step, after talking with my family, was to get online and research. And that’s when I found the National Marfan Foundation (or NMF for short). It is a foundation dedicated to research, education, and support for those with Marfan syndrome and related disorders. It has literally been a lifesaving place for me, in more ways than one.

Because of the research they are doing, the outlook for Marfan patients is continuously improving. Marfan patients used to have a lifespan of about 32 years, and this has been amazingly improved to about 72, a vast improvement to say the least. This is why money for this cause is so incredibly important. Research takes money and it is my absolute sincerest hope that the NMF wins the Chase Community Giving Challenge for this reason. I hope they win because it will undoubtedly benefit my son, my husband, and all of the amazing people like them.

My son has aortic enlargement like his father. With the research that is currently being done, there is the potential that he might never have to go through open heart surgery. That gift is one that can’t be expressed in words.

I have connected with hundreds of other mothers, fathers, and family members that are somehow affected by Marfan Syndrome. This has also been an invaluable gift that the NMF has given me. As a human being, we all want to be understood by others and not feel alone. Sometimes in this journey, I have felt so alone in the fight for my son’s health that I have been brought down to my knees. But then I speak with other parents who are fighting the same fight, some with far more severe cases than my son, and I don’t feel so alone anymore. I feel a part of a “family.” It is a wonderful thing.

My husband Tony had known since he was 15 that his aorta was enlarged. Because of this, he got it checked every year to make sure it wasn’t growing any bigger. We knew that once it reached a certain size, surgery would be recommended. But it never did. Then when he was 31 he started going in and out of A-fib, which is basically where your heart is beating incorrectly. The National Marfan Foundation directed us to Johns Hopkins, where there is an amazing amount of research being done. We flew there and after an echo we were promptly told that my husband would need surgery because he was at risk for a dissection. This is where the aorta basically tears, generally resulting in death (it is what John Ritter passed away from). The doctors in our hometown hadn’t been measuring it correctly.

If we had not had the National Marfan Foundation to guide us towards Johns Hopkins and the right doctors, my son could have potentially lost his father and I could have lost my best friend. Please vote for the National Marfan Foundation to win. There are so many families that depend on it.

Please, support the NMF by casting a vote for them in the Chase Community Giving Campaign. Any money won will go to support programs that promote early diagnosis.