31/365 Mean people suck!!!

I don't have time for this! I am however thankful that I have online back up and an external drive - see being paranoid pays!! Although the contents of my computer now resemble my teen son's bedroom, nothing seems to be lost....it's just very messed up. Fingers crossed that it will be business as usual very soon.

30/365

There is nothing beautiful about what Batten Disease is doing to my little girl.

And yet, when I look at her, all I see is beauty.

29/365

When I was little someone told me about what they termed "magic numbers". The concept was simple, every time you happen to see the clock numbers all read the same, you close your eyes and make a wish. The wish had to be personal and couldn't be something broad like world peace. I remember thinking that this was a great idea....anything to increase the number of times one could make a wish in the day was fine with me! Eventually the magical thinking of childhood faded and although I stopped making wishes I never forgot about the idea.
When Tatyanna was first diganosed I remember standing in my bedroom watching her play with her ponies on the floor. As the digital face on the clock changed to the numbers 2:22, my mind was drawn back to a time when wishes were possibilities waiting to happen (although, at this same point in time I also believed that pirates really did sail around in big ships with parrots and I had every intention of becomming one when I grew up, so that tells you something) At that moment I decided to take a different approach. Instead of making wishes, I would think of something that I was thankful for. A task that becomes significantly more difficult when your child has just been handed a death sentence. It may sound cheesy but truthfully, it has been a good exercise for me as I am continually reminded of just how good I have it.

Tonight I sit here typing, a teary eyed mess. Over the last 24 hours I have been completely overwhelmed by the number of people that are coming together to support my little girl. I'm speechless (which doesn't happen all that often) and touched at the outpouring of love and generosity. Many of these people have never met Tatyanna but heard her story and want to help. The general attitude is very much one of "We can do this!" There are no words to adequately express my gratitude. We are thankful, so very thankful.

28/365 - quotes from this side of normal

"Mommy, Tatyanna's breakfast stopped.....can someone come and make her eat again....?"

27/365

"We have to do a project on diseases for school....guess what I picked."

"Ebola?"

She casts a whithering look, " No...try again"

"Hanta virus......rabies......mono.....??"

"Seriously mom.....you know what I picked. And since it's for a project, I want all the information that I know you're not telling me."

26/365

The perfect pick-me up after a rough day.* I'm not sure which I love more the phonetic spelling (which blows me a way, just a little....when did she grow up so fast?) or the fact that Lexi drew her dad with no legs and a crutch. At his protest, she went back with a a marker and added some legs after the fact, but you can still tell what her original intention was. I have no idea as to her thought process on that one....but it definitely made me smile.

*rough day having nothing to do with Tatyanna, who had a super giggly awesome day at school and everything to do with things like dentists and setting up appointments for a root canal.....ugh

25/365

Just because her sister can no longer play the way she once did, does not mean they can't still have fun!

24/365 Winterpeg

There are certain parts integral to every vehicle that render it completely useless when they cease to function. I will be the first to admit that I know very little when it comes to the mechanical components under the hood. I could change the oil or a tire if I had to and once had a Mustang that had to be started with screw driver but truthfully, that's about the extent of my limited knowledge. That said, when our van started making a funny sound a few weeks ago, I knew that it was probably a bad thing. When the funny sound turned into a van that suddenly seemed to flake out and refuse to choose a gear, 'probably' was elevated to 'most definitely'. Indesisiveness in vehicles is never a good thing. Transmissions....they would be one of those integral parts. So instead of a productive day conquering Mt. Laundry, we drove to the city to pick up a new transmission and drop off Lexi's passport application.

Winterpeg - a very fitting moniker for a city that is currently covered under a layer of ice and snow. Redlights were reduced to mere guidelines and the attitude was really more one of "Stop.....if you can...." Fortunately we made it there and back safely - which couldn't be said for the 3 SUV's that were in the ditch or the overturned semi-truck that was blocking one lane of the highway. Tatyanna however, was content to leave any worrying to the grown-ups and spent the trip snuggled in blankets in the back seat watching cartoons.

Dear Summer....I miss you.....please come back!

23/365 Sunday mornings....

22/365 - the ball...it is rolling

Once upon a time I made this post: click here. Add almost 3 years, combined with a click happy mom and more photography workshops than my daughter would like and you have a child who is only too happy to sit on the stool and stare warily at the photographer. :) As I look through our passports I am in awe with just how small my girls were, their big eyes peering out from beneath whispy bangs and cheeks that could only be desribed as cherubic. They were just babies. In some ways we all were. Although the shock of Tatyanna's recent diagnosis had worn off, numbness had set in and it would be a very long time before we would truly experience the reality of life with Battens.
And now, here we are, nearly three years later; trying to plan our third trip across the world, wanting more than anything to make it work one final time. All sense of of naivety long forgotten, we are acutely aware of the daunting task ahead.

Beijing, trip #2- 2009. When we arrived, Tatyanna was unable to walk independently at all. With complete support she could take a few steps but would frequently stumble and fall. This was taken during week 4. Truly there are no words to describe how it feels to watch your little girl walk again.
While I know that the results of that trip can never be repeated, Tatyanna has progressed too much for that, that magnitude of improvement again would go so far to increase her quality of life.

21/365

4:00 a.m.



9:00 a.m.



On the upside, if we do go back to China, jetlag shouldn't be too much of an issue this time!

20/365 - "I love you right up to the moon ....and back."

19/365 sisters....

Dance games on the Wii are simply not complete without a shout-out to the Bieb.....

18/365

My heart is heavy, my spirit tired. Last night our tight-knit Battens community was filled with saddness yet again with the word that another angel had earned her wings. She was only 5.

17/365

Dear Mr. Sketch,

While I appreciate the fact that you market yourself to users of all ages, the fact that you come in an assortment of fun and funky "flavours" does lend a certain appeal to the younger population.....a cohort of indivuals that has been historically proven to express itself through colourful expressions of temporary body art. Please consider this my formal request to add a "washable" feature to your upcoming marker forumlation.

Sincerely,

a mom to kid with a colourful sort of personality

Just when I thought that I was about to come up empty handed in the daily photo department, I came upon this colourful moment. Lexi had apparently come down with a case of the chicken pox courtesy of Mr.Sketch. A cure proved to be slightly elusive and required a little more scrubbing than either of us liked but eventually we were able to get the marker off and Lexi will be able to attend kindergarten tomorrow, pox free.....unlike a certain incident in the past when her sisters got into their dad's Sharpies. I believe that big sister Skylar was the guilty party in this case and Tatyanna was merely a willing canvas but neither was willing to talk about it. Parenting lessons learned - no good can come from quiet kids, Sharpie does not wash off.....for days.

Tatyanna, age 3

16/365 full of beans....

15/365 Neighbourly awesomeness

Earlier this afternoon I looked out the window to see the man who lives across the road snowblowing our driveway. We've lived her for almost 2 years and until 2 days ago, I had never actually met him. Because of all the recent media coverage, he had become aware of Tatyanna's situation and wanted to help. I know cookies aren't much but I really wanted to show him how much we appreciated his thoughtfulness.

Newly arrived props + no one willing to model = contrived pictures of cookies :)

14/365 As it should be....

There are many words to describe Lexi, boring is not one of them. This was my facebook status this morning:

"Scene for this morning: Lexi happily stirring things into a cup singing a tune about mixing and cooking.....she takes a big swig and splutters, " oh YUCK!!! So so gross....that was deeesgusting! Hmmmm, that didn't work out well at all!" and then she scampered off. That's when I noticed a container of shrimp delight turtle treats sitting on the table.......I just can't bring myself to ask.

Lexi is 5. She goes to kindergarten, takes ballet and dreams of fencing against the big kids. She has fallen in love several times and has been known to wake me up wondering how she will know who to marry. She has hopes and dreams. She has a future.

When Tatyanna was diagnosed with Batten's we were told that we should have the other children tested as well. Because the older two were long past the age of onset, we had little concern that they would ever be more than potential carriers of the faulty gene. Lexi, however, was 2. It was entirely possible that she could be asymptomatic and harbouring the same disease that was begining to show in her older sister. It was not a decision that was made lightly. If we had her tested and the results were positive, it meant an agonizing wait for the disease to begin to manifest itself in our precocious tyke. Our other choice was to do nothing and live with the threat of what was possible.
We chose to do nothing.

5. It was the milestone age in my mind. Once we make it to 5, I can stop worrying. For 2 1/2 years we waited and wondered, never really allowing ourselves to truly think about it. Every time Lexi did something that seemed "off", fear would creep in, leaving us cold around the edges. Finally, this summer, 5 was here and in the days since I have begun to feel the clouds part and the bands of worry start to ease. Suddenly the future seems a little brighter, plans a little less tentative. In my world, where the unthinkable does happen and parents do receive second and third diagnoses, this is something that I will never take for granted. There are days where she drives me crazy with her nonstop questions and ability to create monumental messes, days where she embraces the roll of pesky kid sister a little too heartily. But through the irritation, there is always a part of me that smiles...because this is just as it should be.

13/365 At the end of the rainbow.....

Just because one can't wear shoes anymore does not mean their feet have to be boring!

This morning found us at Tatyanna's pediatrician's office, bright and early, for a suspected UTI....it's amazing what a dose of antibiotics can do! She's been back to her wiggly, giggly self ever since!

12/365

At some point, I know there will come a time to stop fighting this battle. A time when we feel the need to focus internally on our little girl and just let thing be. And while it will be an acceptance of sorts, we will never give up. Until a cure is found and no child has to endure the ravages of this brutal disease, the war will continue. But, that moment is not now. Today in an attempt to put a face to the endless letters that we have written (and apparently have never gotten past the various secretaries and aides) we attended an open house that the premier was hosting. Knowing that the media would there in abundance and that it wouldn't have been prudent for the leader of the beleaguered NDP party to completely ignore us, we hoped for a few moments of his time. While we don't expect anything to come of this meeting, I'm glad that we had the opportunity to have Tatyanna's story told and truly appreciate that he did take time out of his busy schedule to talk with us.

11/365 Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto.......

I should not have typed that in as my post title as I can not, for the life of me, get the song out of my head now! Lexi has always been fascinated by all things robot so when her dad was shopping the other day and found several robot making kits he couldn't resist.







At this point it occured to me that I do, in fact, have batteries in my speedlite and don't have to be shooting at ISO's of 3500. :)