It's been kind of quiet on the list. I think one of the things is
that people tend to post when they have a problem or want to discuss
issues relating to PH.This means that the topics get heavy.But I
would like to hear some more ordinary stuff.These children are truly
miracles and we should be celebrating some of the ordinary events of
their lives, and valuing the time we have with them.Many of us don't
get the chance to meet another child with this illness so I'd like to
know what the other kids are up to. Like, do they go to school, do
they go full or part time, what activities are they doing, how do
they spend their time. Is Victoria playing soccer again? How is
Maddie doing? How is Sam handling adjusting to life with flolan? Does
he still participate in the same activities? What are people doing
for Halloween?
So, to this end I am posting text from a message about one of Joey's
field trips that was sent to various members of our family. Joey is
four and was diagnosed with PPH at age 2. He is on flolan and
Tracleer.He attends a church preschool two mornings a week, from 9 am
to 12 noon.Bill, my husband ,goes with him and we have portable
radios that we give to his teacher. Then Bill is able to go off and
read in a different area of the church and still be available if
there is any problems with the pump. This gives Joey a chance to be
with other children his own age. He is developmentally normal except
that he is not yet potty trained. He was young when diagnosed, and
between diarrhea from upping his flolan and peeing from his Lasix we
just haven't gotten around to that.If anyone has any experience potty
training a child on flolan, I'd like to know. Joey is on oxygen at
night but not during the day.
Of course, if the class goes on a field trip, Bill goes, too.
Joey went on a filed trip Thursday with his school to Ft.
Campbell.One of the fathers of a child in his class is a helicopter
pilot, who pilots an Apache attack helicopter. This gentleman was
involved in Operation Anaconda in Afghanistan, and stated with
obvious pride that the Apaches were able to turn the course of the
battle.
Bill said Joey was very interested and asked lots of questions. The
Apache was huge and had both cannons and rocket launchers. Bill said
that the Apache had all the fire power of a tank, with much more
mobility.The Apache was also able to fly from the southern border of
Afghanistan all the way to the northern border and 3/4 of the way
back before having to refuel, being outfitted with an extra fuel tank.
"Yes,with this helicopter,"the man said,"we can blow up just about
anything we want."
"Do you blow up any good guys?", Joey asked.
"We try very,very hard,just as hard as we can, not to blow up any
good guys," said the host. "We only want to blow up bad guys."
Joey wanted to be able to play with the rocket launcher but Bill was
not comfortable with him playing with anything that had a big sign on
it saying : WARNING, EXPLOSIVE DEVICES INSTALLED.
The kids also got to meet Mac Gruff, the crime dog, and met some real
life police dogs, one of whom liked to play ball and could jump about
6 feet in the air and catch the ball on the fly.
The dog handler asked if anyone had any big dogs and Joey held up his
hand. The dog handler asked Joey what kind of dogs he had and he said
he had a Gompers and a Satchmo.Bill explained that Gompers was a
Saint Bernard and Satchmo was a black Great Dane.He agreed that Joey
had very big dogs.
Joey had to do a lot of walking with his backpack on for this field
trip and Bill thought he tolerated it very well.
Bill and Joey both enjoyed the field trip a lot.Nursery school has
apparently changed since I was little, we never talked about blowing
anything up.
Friday, Bill took Joey with him while he ran errands.When they were
at the insurance agency obtaining proof of coverage for our
automobiles, he got into a discussion there with someone about our
old trucks. He mentioned that our daughter (age 19) was a princess
and didn't like driving old vehicles.Joey overheard this and took Dad
to task when they got back to the truck. "Don't call my sissy a
princess, she's not a princess!" he insisted.
"She's not?" Bill asked.
"No,she's not," said Joey. "But I am the little king of the playroom."
Jennifer, Bill's wife and mother of Joey, age 4