Category: Updates

  • An Un-Modest Update on My Stupid Bladder!

    Now that I have “mastered” the art of self-catheterization, it has just become part of my everyday (well every 4-6 hour) lifestyle. I am successful outside of my own bathroom and having few issues with the process. The biggest point of frustration with my bladder and the process is having to be always prepared. I have a small cosmetic bag full of any necessary supplies. Most of the time, I remember it if I am going somewhere without my wheelchair(I keep it on the back of my wheelchair).

    In the spirit of losing all modesty, medically speaking, I also want to disclose my other issues with what I like to call, “My Stupid Bladder.” I am dealing with incredible urgency issues- like a 3 year-old- who just left the house after being told told to use the bathroom before getting in the car, but of course did not have to go- issues- BOOM! They can be painful and because of recent events, I cannot move quickly to get to the toilet all the time. If I am out of my apartment, it complicates matters even more.

    Additionally, despite not being able to successfully urinate on demand, my stupid bladder leaks. This I believe is the worst symptom, as it is unpredictable, unpleasant, and embarrassing. I have found good success with my favorite Lil Helper reusable pads and “system” These usually prevent leaks from being a bigger problem, as I stubbornly refuse to start bringing a change of clothes with me places. I highly recommend them for both urinary and period issues. SO much more comfortable than disposables and such a better option for the environment. They are super easy to “deal with and clean.”

    This past Thursday, I went back to MUSC for more bladder studies and an appointment with my wonderful urologist. I completed a urodynamics video study that required not much more than my lack of care for modesty. Basically, I sat on a converted table-to-chair where various catheters were placed to record bladder “strength” and other measurements. I then received a large amount of fluid into my bladder that contained contrast material. During the filling, various x-rays were taken of my bladder and vitals were kept.

    The nurse recorded when I reported that my bladder was feeling full and would need to urinate soon, needed to urinate immediately, and feeling immense pressure to urinate. She then told me to try “going” which of course was unsuccessful. She then cathed me and I felt immediately relieved!

    After cleaning up, changing, and getting settled into a regular room, the urologist came in and started talking. The study showed that although my bladder can hold a large amount (thank you teaching), it cannot empty on its own. So in addition to being “a floppy bladder,” it also shows signs of detrusor under-activity (essentially the muscle used to empty the bladder is weak). He recommended trying an additional medication to help with all my symptoms as well as starting botox treatments for my bladder.

    Botox would be administered via the urethra and would involve many injections each treatment(30-50). None of this sounds like fun and would need to be repeated every six months or so in the urologist’s office. The upside would be that If/when it works, I should be completely dry! So that part is very exciting! I am signed up to start in 6-8 weeks.

    So there it is. There is nothing glamorous about any of this and yet the self-catheterization process is in a weird way, empowering. The learning curve was steep and medical professionals seem to always be impressed that I mastered it. I see it as one more thing to keep track of, that is needing to always be sure I have enough supplies on hand, do my part to prevent UTI’s, and keep smiling!

    I will be sure to keep you updated on my bladder, and I was about to apologize for the more “graphic/medical” approach to this post, but feel strongly that more information needs to be shared about this “private” matter. Like I said, my modesty is out the window, anyway! Please reach out to me if you have any questions, especially if you are going through bladder issues.

  • Manifesting, Is it Just Good Luck?

    The English language is tough. So many words have various meanings that just don’t make sense. Take the word, manifest or manifesting, for example. Are we talking about a ship/plane’s document, willing something into being, or seeing something differently? It’s a difficult thing to master for sure.

    Back to manifest or manifesting, I’m not sure if its my stubborn personality that has been called bulldog- like, or my never ending patience to see something through, but I believe in the power of manifesting something into being. My father used to comment on my ability to make something happen though nothing sort of pure will and a LOT of hard work.

    When I was in high school (way too long ago), I made a habit of taking classes that I really had no business taking. Mostly AP or honor level classes. I knew that I wasn’t ever going to be an “A” student, so I might as well take the harder classes and work harder for my “B”, or sometimes worse. It was a system that paid off for me in more ways than one. First, I had better teachers, most of which figured out my plan and supported it. Second, I was exposed to better curriculums that required critical thinking. Third, and most importantly, I got some general education credits out of the way to allow me to take a ridiculous course load in college.

    It was during my first AP class, European History, that I earned my title as a Bulldog. I remember it vividly, my teacher sent me a note (a real paper note through the mail) that simply said “A 3!!! You are a Bulldog!!!” The number 3 was my score, it meant that I would get credit for the course in college and throughout the school year it seems that a 3 was WAY out of reach for me. I didn’t know it at the time, but it taught me that I can manifest something into being. It didn’t only take my brain to work, but a lot of hard work and patience.

    And so it went for many more classes. There was honors chemistry where I know the only reason I passed was because I promised my teacher that I would never torture another chem teacher by taking another chemistry class. The joke was on me when I ended up roommates and best buds with a chemistry major!

    Fast forward beyond high school and college. If I set my mind to something, it happened. It was never easy, but I successfully manifested things like becoming a principal, running a half-marathon, attaining enrollment goals, fundraising for specific causes, adding programs, losing (and then gaining) weight. If I put my mind, heart, prayers, and work into making something happen, it did. These were great times.

    Except when it didn’t happen. No amount of hard work, prayers, or manifesting could stop my school from closing or getting sick, or losing my parents. It’s taking me a long time to realize this is where I gained my fuel for manifesting other things into being. The unsuccessful attempts drive me to be more patient, say more prayers, and work harder.

    I am ready for success to happen to me again. I learned to dream and put good thoughts back into the universe. The bulldog is awake! Today, I received positive news on something I am working super hard at manifesting into being- think wet noses. I am calling this the “Why Not Me?” phase/era of my life. (Thank you Kelli Gerardi) Good things can happen to anyone, so why not to me? Some people get the fairy tale endings, why can’t I get it too?

    I’ve learned that luck has nothing to do with manifesting something. It may help, but hard work, prayers, and patience will win every time!

  • Being Positive Smells SO Much Better than Negativity

    I really try to be positive and spread positive thoughts. I am an optimist by nature and believe the best is going to happen. At least, most of the time. Yesterday threw me for a loop to say the least. Instead of my usual positive thoughts, I quickly spiraled into negativity.

    I know how it happened, first my toilet flooded my bathroom. This was followed by being given some bad news at my tele-health doctor’s appointment. Then, I couldn’t schedule my MRI for my hip. I created my own misery and couldn’t get out of it. My usual, positive vibe was no where to be found.

    The toilet flooded because I had a new grab bar type contraption installed due to my potential hip fracture. The contraption made the tank sit uneven, causing it to leak and spill all over the floor. Maintenance was wonderful and took care of everything, but it was still frustrating and definitely not a pleasant or positive event!

    My tele-health was with my urologist at MUSC. It was a follow up from my previous procedures for my “floppy bladder.” I’ll spare you from the nitty gritty details, but I was essentially told that I will most likely have to self-catheterize for the rest of my life and that there is little that can be done to change that. He is going to have me complete a few more tests to see what can help improve the situation, but he was very honest about the fact that he wouldn’t be able to change the outcome too much, even if insurance does approve some things like botox injections and some medications. This hit me HARD! There wasn’t many positive points from the doctor, despite my full respect for his knowledge.

    If mental funk had a smell, I would smell like teenage boy after gym class for sure. I sulked for a while, tried to distract myself, and went to lunch with some of my favorite residents. None of which helped me change the negativity to positive thoughts. I pouted, told others of my woe, and I would’ve stomped my feet if it didn’t hurt so much.

    So, I did something about it… no I didn’t try yoga, deep breathing, meditation, or even prayer- I slept. That’s right, a good ole nap. With the lights and television off and locking my phone to silent, I vegged out and napped for about ninety minutes. I woke up and took stock of my mood, not rainbows and butterflies, but much better. I was officially on the side of being positive over being negative. I went to dinner, laughed with a friend, and decided I was over it.

    Then I did my usual wind-down routine before falling asleep, all knowing that tomorrow was another day to try to stay on the “Sunny Side of Life!” and be positive for myself and others. I did my usual 2am wake up and had a BIG thought… what is stopping me from using the NuStep Bike as an arm bike? That is, why can’t I continue my cardiac rehab using my arms and not my injured leg/hip? Positive thoughts beget positive actions… I need to reboot myself once more to be able to find my frame of thinking.