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About firebailey

I possess many titles: wife, mom, advocate, runner, Bruins fan, lover chocolate and Parrot Head. I believe you can conquer any challenge in this world with family, good friends and wine. I write about most of that and more while keeping my sense of humor in this life I never expected.

Why I’m glad my daughter is too young for 50 Shades

When I first saw the title 50 Shades of Grey I thought it was book about being 50. Then I heard about “the book” and assumed it was about sex life after 50. I will admit I have not seen the movie. I had previously decided not to read the book when it was first published. (To be honest, I just couldn’t when I learned it made someone in their 60’s the hottest they had ever felt.) I understand fantasy, I know it takes a lot to keep the spark going. I like a smutty romance as much as I enjoy a book about snipers. Seriously, my reading taste is eclectic and varied. I’m generally not a prude when it comes to literature. Continue reading

I choose

I do not write about my husband often on this blog. For a number of reasons, primarily because he doesn’t read it. I do not think it is fair to write about him and he not know about it. Also it isn’t fair. He has no recourse to refute anything I may decide to expose. Something I might think is funny or natural he might take offense to. After eighteen years (holy crap, we are old) together we have a nice rhythm and life based on mutual respect.  Out of that respect I generally do not talk about him, here. Continue reading

Showing compassion to ourselves

I was at a meeting the other day where I had to bring Bridget with me. It wasn’t a professional meeting. It was a PTA meeting, a group of parents (and teachers) most of whom had their own children attending.

It was horrible and my own fault. Bridget had been scheduled to see her favorite therapist for her favorite therapy: hydrotherapy (pool). It was cancelled due to the weather, instead of taking her home I tried to fit in this meeting. Usually Abby meets us, but she was at a school government commitment. That added to no pool equals meltdown. Continue reading

Gratitude is

Gratitude is “the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return a kindness” (Oxford Dictionary).

Gratitude isn’t just being thankful and it returning a kindness. A pay-it-forward moment where not only do you acknowledge someone but you show them what it meant to you. We have lost the art of the thank you card. Now we “like” something or give a shout out on Facebook. It is quick and easy and (honestly) takes no effort.

I hate writing thank you cards. I would rather drop off a bottle of wine (or tequila depending on the friend) and cookies than write out and mail the card. I have tried to instill the art of the thank you card in Abby. To my mother’s dismay I have been completely failed. I have harassed Abby to write thank you notes and it never gets done. I forget to keep on her or I just give up.

Yet that girl never fails to surprise me.

One day I get a text from a friend. Her husband is the janitor at Abby’s school. Abby had left him a thank you note for helping (not her) her friend with a locker issue.

When I asked why if I have been screaming encouraging, her to write her thank you notes from her birthday yet she writes one for this, her reply: He doesn’t have to do nice things for me. People have to give me birthday presents because they love me.

Abby logic for sure.

I fell a little more in love with this daughter of mine that day. That she is paying attention to those who show her kindness and she is willing to show her appreciation.

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Abby first day of preschool.

Unbeknownst to me this gorgeous girl has become a thoughtful young lady. One who breaks my heart as often as she mends it.

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Gratitude is action.  Abby and how she cares for her sister, her friends and even her school janitor? That is gratitude in action.

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Thankful to be 1 of 20

Today is the very first PACS1 awareness day. A day created by the parents of just 20 children, with the help of fellow bloggers. PACS1 is a rare genetic syndrome. So rare that there are only 20 children in the world that have been diagnosed.

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There could be more children. So much more. Sadly there are countless parents out there with children who have unknown syndromes. Unless physicians are aware of the PACS1 malformation they will not know to test for it. Unless parents know that PACS1 exist they will not be able to ask their physician to test for it.

What I am so very thankful for, today, is finding the PACS1 parent community. Together we have discovered that common therapies help our children succeed. We have discussed what has worked, what hasn’t and how our various countries create special education advances. While small, we are making a difference. Not just in our families, but in others.

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To be able to send a quick message, and be told YES we have that same issue. To be able to not feel alone.

I know, in truth, our family was never alone. We are so beyond lucky in our village. Those who are there (day/night, text/call, whatever we need). We have been surrounded by support each step of Bridget’s life.

Other are not so lucky. They do not have the resources, or the reach, to know where to look for the answers. To know that no matter what that answer is they have friends and family who will be there.

Here is why PACS1 Awareness is so important. The parents know that there are more families out there searching. When we were diagnosed in October we were told Bridget was just the third child and only girl. Based on the research from 2011 published just 3 years prior to our diagnosis.

In the three years since the original paper was published 17 other children had been diagnosed. (Research papers are not typically updated) If I hadn’t contacted the originators of the paper we might never have found our PACS1 families. We would not have known that while still considered an “orphan disease” (what they call syndromes with less than 200,000 people) we were more than 1 of 3. We are now 1 of 20. Maybe tomorrow we will be 1 of 100. I never give up hope.

Bridget’s doctor didn’t know to test for PACS1 because the research was not widely promoted. If doctors are unaware of a syndrome they cannot test for it, without performing full gene or Exome genetic testing. Without that testing we would not have found the PACS1 gene.

Sadly, most parents do not know to ask for it or how to go about getting the testing done.

If parents do not know about the possibility and if doctors do not know to test for the PACS1 malformation, more children will struggle with being undiagnosed. Undiagnosed is a difficult life for a family. We worry about early death, question what therapies to use and feel isolated.

With more awareness of PACS1 more research may be undertaken so parents will know how best to nurture their children. Please, I ask you…no beg you, share the PACS1 information with others. Join the PACS1 Awareness Day on Facebook (not a fundraiser, I promise!). Invite your friends to join you in spreading the news about this very rare syndrome.

You might just be someone’s Dr. House.

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I want to personally thank my blogging friends who are writing about PACS1 today:
Abracabadra
Considerings
Finding Ninee
Mardra Siorka
Transceding CP
Another Clean Slate
Red Boots
Tamara (like) Camera
Anna Fitfunner
Cape Cod Scrapper
Club Scrap

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For more information on PACS1 please visit our PACS1 Families Site

It’s here!

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Tomorrow is February 7th. The very first PACS1 awareness day. Feb 7th was chosen as it the day the first child was diagnosed. The first of 20 children. In the World.   The parents of children with PACS1 are speaking up and out as loud as we can so another parent does not have to undertake the same journey. So that a parent, somewhere in this big world. will get their mystery solved sooner rather than later. Continue reading

It’s every memory

All of us have that moment when a memory haunts you. It can be as simple as a flower evoking the image of your father who passed away. It can be that moment when you should have spoke up and instead sat down. The time you drank too much and (insert embarrassing moment here).  It could be passing your old high school and being dragged back through time. We all have a memory that haunts us. Continue reading

TBT-Friend

Welcome to Throwback Thursday blog style. This post was originally published on 26-APR-2013 but remains true to my heart. I needed a reminder recently, on how important it is to reach out. To let others know that you need them.

This post was part of a 5-minute series where you write unfiltered for five minutes.

Ready, set, go…. Continue reading

Two sides….one goal

A dear friend sent me a heartfelt message: “My news feed is packed with people I know slamming anti-vaxers. Can we write a blog post explaining what it is like from the other side?” (used with permission). I had to say no, because from what research I have read there is no link to vaccines and autism. I believe research money is being wasted on this argument that would be better spent on therapies (past the age of 21 PLEASE) and to discover the root causes of autism. I am not from that “other side”.

I have said many (too many) times that I do not possess a medical degree. The editors at the New Yorker do not either. Neither do Chris Christie, Rand Paul, Hillary Clinton or any other individual running for public office.

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While I do not believe vaccines cause autism, many do regardless of the research. Just a few years ago autism was listed as a possible side affect on the labeling insert. What I do believe is that insulting one another over our belief does not serve any purpose.

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I also believe, to some extent, of the greater good. That having a friend who lost her mom to polio sheds light on what horrific events that vaccine saved others from suffering. Having a measles outbreak at the Happiest Place on Earth is concerning when you have a child with health issues that leave them more susceptible to illness. That those illnesses are preventable and yet not treated is alarming to this mother.

During the Ebola scare there was much outcry for a vaccination. A large scale clinical trial was undertaken immediately. If we would vaccinate against Ebola to prevent a crisis, why decry the use of the current ones in use?

There is no denying that parent’s stories matter. The child who had language, joint attention and was “normal” until getting a vaccine. Parents who did educate themselves because they wanted to understand the risks and trusted their physician to “do no harm”. These children who had high fevers after getting the vaccination (a reaction?) or other adverse affects. At the time maybe no correlation was made, but looking back that mother asks herself is this when I began to lose my son? Yet she cannot say for sure it was the vaccines. Was it genetics, was it a vaccine, was it an alien life form that entered in the night and removed her daughter’s ability to speak?

The problem is we do not know. What is out there (and yes, I admit pharmaceutical companies play/pay a role in the research) says that in no way does a vaccination cause autism. The research was done by both pharma and government agencies. The ONE paper that suggested a correlation was proven to be false. Not wrong, but false with made up data.  But what if there is a dormant gene that is awakened and or mutated by the vaccination?

I feel very strongly that instead of repeating current research to get the answer you want, time (and money) should be spent on finding out if there is a genetic component to autism. If that is found, then maybe spend the time (and a whole lot of money) see if there is a link to that genetic component and vaccine.

Should there be a genetic disposition for autism, does that malformation react differently to the vaccination? Maybe that vaccine has to be altered for those with the ‘autism gene’.  Could this be why there are so many who believe a vaccination stole their child from them? Why they believe in a cure? Could this be a factor in the dramatic rise in autism diagnoses. This is where I hope research will focus, rather than repeating what has already been done.

In the meantime, I beg all of us to show compassion. No one understands the love and pain involved in loving a child with autism. Really with any medical issue. We always will question what role we played in their disability.

Unable to help ourselves, we stay awake at night and obsess wondering if there was anything we did or did not do that harmed our child. We scour the internet and Google every ailment to see if there is a link or connection to be made. This is how Bridget got diagnosed with PACS1 after all. A shot in the dark that provided an answer.

Until you understand why the questions are asked, do not judge them. When you do understand why instead of judging, help them find the answers.

Instead of spewing hate or calling either side “idiots” for their belief (and questions) I ask all of us to remember that empathy begins with understanding. That while my friend and I might have opposing views regarding vaccinations our journeys were different. Both of our beliefs are valid and worthy. Both of us have the discussion together with respect and compassion.

Let’s stop using the vaccination question for political reasons and start using it to find answers.

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My Challenge: Bridget’s Friend that became Mine

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I have met amazing friends through Bridget. Our village has expanded in ways I never would have imagined six years ago. When I first met this friend I was so intimidated. She has the best sense of humor, is gorgeous, more empathetic than I could ever hope to be and is seriously the girl you want to have as a forever friend. When she told me she had a challenge to share, I was honored that she trusted me and you the reader with her words. Continue reading