Thursday, March 13 was that moment.
Katie and I sat nervously in the office of the endocrinologist. She had just been weighed, so she was quite disappointed and disgruntled before trying to pull herself up and onto the exam table. That is never an easy feat. She tried to step onto the narrow shelf that pretends to be a step stool to the table. Facing the table, she lifted one foot onto the step, lost her balance, grabbed hold of the table and tried to turn around to plop her behind on the table, but was unwilling to move either of her feet. I had her step down, turn around, hold onto me and lift her foot up behind her to step onto the step so she could then, just sit down. I imagine reading all of that was as tedious for you as living through it is for me. This is a routine we do with each appointment. Finally, she was situated, I settled into a chair next to the exam table and coached Katie to look at the doctor when he speaks to her and to answer his questions. Usually she sits and cries. Which is understandable. Every time we leave the office I feel as if I am the most incompetent mother to have ever walked the planet. Endocrinology appointments are not our favorite thing. Our exercise log is accepted with extreme skepticism, her blood sugars are way out of control, and we feel like there is nothing we do that is right.
March 13th changed all of that.
When the exam room door opened a doctor we had never seen before entered the room, introduced himself and by his actions and words it was obvious that he had already studied Katie’s case. He reviewed her A1C levels and smilingly told us that he was pleased that they had remained so steady, that it was much lower than when she was referred to them. There was no change in the number that day than the previous three visits, but the attitude of the two different doctors was like night and day. I wanted to bow down and kiss the man’s feet at that moment, not only for not berating us, but for praising us, which was a first. He looked at her exercise record and said she was doing a great job at being active. Then the moment came. The moment that quite possibly made everything change. His next words were.
“You are doing everything you can do, what needs to be done is to take off some of the weight, but the Prader-Willi complicates it all, I think I can help with that. I would like to try, if you are willing, some different medications, we will keep her on her insulin and start her on a pill and a weekly injection, her blood sugars should improve, we will be able to lower her insulin and get her off of some of the insulin eventually. Maybe by the end of the year she will need no more insulin. The injection given once a week is Bydureon, some people find that there is a decrease in appetite with it, with the Prader-Willi we don’t know what the effect will be.”
My mind: WHAT!!!!????? A decrease in appetite!? gulp, puke, sob, sob, sob, CAN THIS BE POSSIBLE?! don’t fall apart Anne—ask rational questions!
Me: Is that like Byetta? I have read about Byetta’s possible effects on appetite with Prader-Willi.
Dr.: Yes, the same family of, it is a weekly form of exenatide.
Me: Yes, we would love to try it.
My mind: sorry, mind went blank here, swirling with the enormity of the possibility of the radical changes this could mean for her.
NO HUNGER! What a wild thought. No grinding of her teeth all night long as she dreams she is eating, no sneaking cheese or pancakes or pizza into her pocket when I blink, NO HUNGER……or even the idea of decreased hunger would be acceptable and welcome. Acceptable and welcome, what a silly phrase for me to use when basically my entire being is shouting, “Oh my God, Praise the Lord, let this really work, Yes, Yes, Yes!!! ”
We listened to the instructions, I made sure much of it was written down, I knew my reeling brain was not absorbing anything other than the possibility of decreased hunger.
We walked out of the office giggling with delight.
As we drove home I told Katie that she needed to really work out and keep good records of food intake, insulin amounts, and blood sugars. I also stated that it will be interesting to know if she feels any different when she is on the new medicine. I told her to let me know if she feels anything different.
Here’s a thought.
If a person has never had the feeling of satiety, will one know what it is if it happens? If one has not experienced something before how do you know it, recognize it for what it is if it does happen?
Here’s the condensed nutshell, please read the attached links to have your mind completely blown, but the basic nutshell is this, a doctor found out that the spit of Gila Monsters affects blood sugar. Some other people found out that injecting this into folks with PWS showed a decrease in their appetite. Now, you and I would think that news should automatically be shouted from the mountaintops, but scientific types thought that the study was too limited to have any real worth. Fortunately, other people are continuing to study this and more fortunately there is a doctor in Rock Island, Illinois who knows all these things and has possibly changed our lives forever.
For weeks I found myself weeping at random moments at the thought of what this could mean for Katie’s life, for my life, for the lives of everyone, everywhere affected by PWS. I tried to tell people who deserved to know the excitement. People who always, sincerely inquire after her well-being. People who love her. Mostly, all I could do was bawl, I would start out by telling them I had news about Katie, then I would break down. I probably scared the crap out of them. Some I never even told, because the enormity was simply too overwhelming. For those of you to whom I said, “wait until my next blog post”. This is the post you have been waiting for. Read it and weep!
Here is an aside to all PWS parents. I want you to know some of the things these people said to me. To let you know that there truly are people who “get it”.
*This is HUGE!
*I can’t even imagine the changes this will make in your lives.
*sob-she won’t be hungry?-sob-sob-sob
*oh, Anne -hug
* Monster to the rescue…Does that mean there are now gila monster farms, like chicken farms? (I know, not quite showing the enormity, but shows that a sense of humor has always been appreciated by me.)
*I’m very happy for you. And hopeful.
My utmost respect and gratitude goes out to the Gila Monster, Dr. John Eng, and Dr. Rameshkumar Raman.
CAVEAT: This might not prove to be the total solution, but the fact that this discovery has been made certainly gives me hope that more and greater discoveries are on the horizon.
~”It really is a beautiful lizard,” Eng said. “Like many other animal species it is under pressure from development and other environmental concerns. “The question is, what other animal has something to teach us that can be of future value? And plants, too? We will never know their value if they are gone.”