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			<title><![CDATA[A "brief" medical history!]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2015 18:15:04 GMT</pubDate>
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Hello everyone!  
 
My name is Kristen (Wilson) Beecham but I go by Brooke. I learned to introduce myself...</description>
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				<div class="message">Hello everyone! <br />
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My name is Kristen (Wilson) Beecham but I go by Brooke. I learned to introduce myself that exact way when I was 2.5 years old!<br />
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I am a survivor of a LCDH (I was a &quot;complete&quot; herniation, kidney's spleen,liver,intestines,and stomach). My left lung was severely compromised and had not formed past being the literal size of a half dollar. My heart was completely pushed to the right. My spine had formed around those organs compromising my right lung and heart. I was on the &quot;old school&quot; ventilator and oxygen at 100% for oxygen and breathe intake (for only 11 days, yeah unbelievable right?). I was rushed to Jackson MS University hospital after birth and had my repair surgery at 9 hours old. God defied all statistics and research when he showed up in my life. I was given a &quot;less than 0% chance&quot; by my doctors and nurses. One even said &quot;I wouldn't have given spit for her life.&quot; I had another surgery at 3 weeks old to fix the malrotation in my intestines and an intestinal kink that happened during my repair surgery. I came home at 5 weeks old. I was diagnosed with failure to thrive at 6 months old (I weighed 9lbs), hiatal hernia, and a &quot;signifiacant&quot; thoracic scoliosis. I had double pneumonia at 1. and chronic upper respiritory infections, ear infections, and severe GERD. When I was 6ish I was fitted with my first &quot;Milwaukee&quot; back brace (I ended up being fitted with 2 different styles). In 1998 my orthopedic surgeon decided that wearing my brace 23 hours a day was not doing any good so he discontinued treatment and we waited for my growth plates to be enough that I could have a correction surgery. In 2001 I was diagnosed with &quot;Barrett's esophagus&quot; and it was determined that only oral medicine was not doing it's job. I was then sent to Vanderbilt for surgery. In 2013 it was determined my reproductive organs were too far gone to salvage. In May of 2014 I began a rapid decline in my weight and physical health. In Nov I was told not to drive, be alone, be alone with my kids, or &quot;excite&quot; myself at all because I was likely suffering from an adrenal gland, pituitary gland, or liver tumor. (my blood glucose was too unstable, dropping to 22 and 27ish during the day multiple times, and my mental stability was not a constant) By December I had lost in excess of 30 lbs since May, I had lost all problem solving ability and mental awareness. I lost entire days of my memory. I couldn't remember my address, birthday, medical history, or my children's pertinent information. I was unable to have a complete conversation, take care of my self, eat, or think. My personality was gone, my &quot;thrive&quot; was gone, I had no sense of humor, my intelligence, independence, and self confidence was GONE. By Dec 17th I weighed 84 lbs, and could no longer maintain consistent concentration and coherency. I was unable to make decisions, or even sit upright for long. I was at a hospital for an imaging study, it was unsuccessful. I was later that day put into the hospital with a diagnosis of failure to thrive, severe malnutrition, BMI less than 16, mental instability, fatigue, serious potassium deficiency, and dehydration. A midline was started in the beginning to begin clinamix and fluids. A central line was placed 2 days after admission when their PICC nurse was there, then they started 24 hour TPN. I had several procedures and they finally came to a diagnosis of marked gastropareisis due to vagal nerve trauma during my numerous abdominal surgeries. Dec 29th I had my tube placement and when home on Dec 31st. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! My family and I celebrated Christmas in the hospital and it is our most memorable, happiest, most grateful Christmas yet! <br />
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I have had several additional major surgeries. Scoliosis correction (spinal fusion) surgery in 2000 to correct my 65 degree thoracic curve. In 2001, an open nissen fundoplycation and hiatal hernia repair. In 2001 (Dec), a thoracic plasti and &quot;screw tightening&quot; back surgery to attempt to correct my &quot;hump&quot; and to give my right lung some additional room, (they removed 6 inches from 6 ribs). In 2002 I had my second nissen fundoplycation because the first &quot;came undone&quot;. In 2005, endometriosis adhesion removal surgery. In 2007, I had the rods removed from my initial spinal fusion in 2000 (a car accident had caused a screw to break loose and cause lots of nerve damage). In 2009 and 2010, I had additional endometriosis and reproductive organ repair. In 2011, I had emergency bowel obstruction repair and lysis of abdominal adhesions. in 2013, I had a complete radical hysterectomy, In 2014, I had an open GJ tube insertion. 2015, I have had 5 GJ tube replacements.</div>
			
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			<title>All right.... last one today!</title>
			<link>https://cdhboards.org/entry.php?941-All-right-last-one-today!</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2015 16:24:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[To sum me up:  
I'm a mid twenties, breathing, walking, talking, swimming, running, active, blogging, testifying, God fearing, proof of miracles,...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">To sum me up: <br />
I'm a mid twenties, breathing, walking, talking, swimming, running, active, blogging, testifying, God fearing, proof of miracles, surgery professional, random money making, DIY'r when money was tight (creative personality, inventor is my 1st calling, produce something out of nothing type. I was these, prior to the hipster-trendy, 'status symbol,' given to the DIY'r- green era of 2010's. I'm talking lightyears from, -totes 'adorbs' hipster SAHM, coupon clipping clepto.; taking my family green hipster mom, even if it's only 'survival' instinct driven, to keeping your family from the attacks of 'overdramatic green'rs and the weapons of emotional warfare they've mastered. Not limited to: fyi literature on going green' being introduced into personal space without warning, mommy judge'y eye, being #1 topic of &gt;=4 text, the muse for 2 green spam bombs, nudging 1 more call to a congressman, and forget not the 'green snack play date maneuver' where the green Eye forces your baby to eat a green snack and have green fun all while being subject to passive aggressive mommy monologue.*Stepping down from my soap box. Sorry,) GJ feeding tube haver, loving mommy of 2 healthy babies, statistic fleeing, 0% chancer, no hope, expect only the worst, prepare yourself for the unspeakable, if she lives she'll be a vegetable, -'type person'<br />
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Do these words completely describe *who* I am? No. Maybe I was able to paint a fairly clear picture of myself! One cannot explain through words alone who they are. For our actions are the greatest witness to our life and character. Our big 'ole World is composed of many human variables; personalities, body type, ambition, work ethic, talents, personal will strength, short comings, quirks, good, bad, <br />
and unpleasant! (ugly for those who find themselves politically incorrect). <br />
<br />
I'm not ignorant to the idea some lack the same belief system as I.<br />
However, I believe I may be able to give someone a ray of hope that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. This world would be quite boring if everyone where the same!<br />
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			<title>More about me....</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2015 16:23:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA['m grateful for life,  
I'm familiar with "tired": one only known by those fighting daily to be living. *Living*: Breathing consistently, conscious...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">'m grateful for life, <br />
I'm familiar with &quot;tired&quot;: one only known by those fighting daily to be living. *Living*: Breathing consistently, conscious brain activity, rhythmic heartbeat, and less muscle atrophy than day before. Fighters for existence!<br />
I've been the victor of, *the daily fight*, ALIVE :9.855+ days. When I have days where accomplishments are slim to none, I must stop, catch my breath, and reorganize, in doing that I realize; I'm breathing, using my brain, holding myself upright, walking, talking and my arms are in working order. I'm unassisted by machines. Success! Failed accomplishments may damper my spirit, but when I stop, step back, and recall my life, I just thank God for fighting for me. I 'm reminded that each day I live is a Goliath size victory. If  the devil had his way I would have ceased fighting before birth.<br />
I remain alive, So, I press relentlessly forward, I will continue my pursuit of Heaven.<br />
<br />
I strive harder just thinking of a forever Healing,<br />
I will look beyond the tired body that binds me to this earth. I will continue forward, <br />
I await the day to leave behind my tired, scarred, broken and painful body, <br />
I'll trade UP my earthly body, I'll trade in worldly treasures, (that designed to last for a season), <br />
I'll get a glorified body (never to know pain or suffering. OR sadness, heart ache, depression, anxiety, want, hunger, unanswerable questions or jealousy, it will be made whole, 100% complete!) <br />
I will then worship and praise God eternally!  Why, would I, being a glorified being, spend all of eternity praising God? Well. You see, He brought me through each 'bad' day with a victory of some magnitude. He gave me a promise of something greater to hold on for, when I had nothing left. He taught me a 'new' lesson each day. He hid me under his arm, safe from life's storms, that raged around me. Storms filled with damaging debris that were meant to destroy me! Yet, each morning He woke me up with air in my lungs and strength for the day. Even though I may have failed Him the day before. His mercies new. He blessed me. He blessed my home with children and laughter. He gave my family, (in the midst of the toughest times) a peace that passed all earthly understanding. He is ever present help in times of need. He is faithful at all times, in all things! Good days and bad. He gave life into my lungs on both days. He remains the same. It is us who change it up! <br />
I will praise God until my last breath is exhaled. -then- I will continue to praise Him evermore!<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[I'mmmm BAAAAAACK!!!]]></title>
			<link>https://cdhboards.org/entry.php?921-I-mmmm-BAAAAAACK!!!</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2015 16:19:14 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It has been TOO long! I am grateful to be back in contact with all the CHERUBS!!! 
Everything to know concerning me! (almost!) 
I am 27, I'm a wife,...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">It has been TOO long! I am grateful to be back in contact with all the CHERUBS!!!<br />
Everything to know concerning me! (almost!)<br />
I am 27, I'm a wife, I'm a mother, I'm a daughter, I'm a Christian, I'm a homemaker, <br />
I'm happy, I have blessed days, I'm a Sunday school teacher, I'm a woman, <br />
I'm a painter that never paints, I'm a writer that writes too little, I'm a story teller, <br />
I'm a singer, I'm a DIY'r, I'm a make it work'r, I'm lazy, I'm sarcastic, I'm a hard worker, <br />
I'm organized, I'm a mess, I'm fashionable, I'm trendy, I'm classic, I'm a survivor, I'm a dreamer, I'm a planner, I'm a procrastinator, I'm a cook, <br />
I'm a fruit lover, I'm a junk food junkie,  I'm exciting, I'm boring, <br />
I'm apprehensive, I'm compassionate, I'm tough, I'm soft hearted, I'm a cry baby, I'm talkative, I'm sympathetic, I'm apathetic, I expect your best, I know &quot;best&quot; isn't universally the same, <br />
I'm observant, I'm known to overachieve, I'm forgetful, I love deeply, I'm a nervous joke maker, <br />
I giggle inappropriately, I'm a lover of people, I'm a fighter of depression, I'm a worry wart, <br />
I'm a laugher, I have a nervous bladder, I'm respectful at all cost, I'm genuine, <br />
I'm fake (if it is needed), I'm a haver of bad days, I'm a &quot;go-getter&quot;, I'm a leader, I'm a follower,, I'm an encourager,<br />
I'm a voice of optimism, I prefer the &quot;COLD hard truth&quot;,<br />
I'm a voice of pretend, I'm a partaker in make believe, I'm a voice of reality, I'm a saleswoman, <br />
I'm a starter of much, I'm a finisher of not as much, I'm positive by nature, I'm faithful,<br />
I value faithfulness (above all), I start *again* (often), I am learning to be still, I'm a sick baby with a 0% chance to survive, I'm a Miracle (like water into wine kind), <br />
I'm the &quot;miracle Baby&quot; by reputation, I'm the beater of statistics, I'm goose, <br />
I'm the baby whose God was underestimated, I'm proof miracles aren't just Bible stories, <br />
I'm the surgery pro., I'm an expert on recovery protocol, I'm not the average patient,<br />
I know my veins. Listen!, I am not pregnant, I give permission to be on a phone directory,<br />
I'm experienced in: X-rays, CT's, MRI's, Fluoroscopy, ERCP, MRCP and &quot;Nuclear&quot; Studies.<br />
I'm not a rookie.<br />
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			<title>OOO the baby!</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 14:23:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Yes and I also left when I had been to the hospital with contractions. 
Everything was fine! He was due on August 16th (we didn't quite make it till...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Yes and I also left when I had been to the hospital with contractions.<br />
Everything was fine! He was due on August 16th (we didn't quite make it till then) I went to the hospital on July 11th with contractions and blood pressure spiking, they sent me home A HOUR away at 3.5 cm and 70% effaced and sitting on his head! So, the saturday I came home I was up ALL night with contractions in and out of the bathtub it was HORRIBLE...on Monday I was officially 36 weeks they had told me if I could make it till then they would let me have him....and at 36weeks I could come off bedrest! SO I DID! I went with my mother to Nashville TN to drop my dad off at the airport and we went to the mall I walked around ALL day at Opry Mills mall in Nashville! I went home still contracting every few minutes. The next day was the 15th, a Tuesday, I called my doctors office to see if I could move me appointment to Wednesday morning instead of Thursday afternoon and I quote the nurse.&amp;quot;Honey your contractions are going to have to get a whole lot worse and a whole lot closer together before you can have this baby you just need to calm down and be patient&amp;quot; I said yes ma'am I understand but something just doesn't feel right can you please get me in to the doctor tomorrow...she said sure be here at 2 I said thank you! So I got up on July 16th my 21st birthday and went to the doctor I did not eat because as soon as we were done with the doctor we were going to go eat something good! Yeah, so I get there I was 4cm and 90% effaced and the doctor could feel his head! I said THANK YOU...can I please go tell that dumb nurse that I WAS RIGHT!( I didn't tell her off even though my pregnancy hormones really wanted to!)The doctor I saw was not MY doctor because my doctor was in Nicaragua, or so I thought! Come to find out my favorite doctor of all time MY doctor had just gotten in and was ON CALL at the hospital! So. Dr Roy called the hospital to talk to Dr.Gray and said Brooke is over here and has had about 7 contractions in 10 minutes, cant breathe she is 4 and 90...etc and dr gray said well she has made it to 36 we didn't think she was going to make it to 24 so send her over here and she won't go home without a baby...I SAID THANK YOU JESUS! So....Being who I am and having NO veins left....I got over to the hospital and my doctor came and said so this is what we are going to do...you want and epidural right? I said I would like to at least try for one and if it doesn't work we will go for plan B he said fine well we are going to send you down to the oupatient surgery and get your central put in and when you get back up here we will hook you up to a fluid drip and get the anethesiologist in here to talk to you...........</blockquote>


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			<title>I just read where I left off....</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 14:05:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well I think back in June of last year I left off at my 17 day stay at Vandy....I came home for four days and then I began to completely lose my...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well I think back in June of last year I left off at my 17 day stay at Vandy....I came home for four days and then I began to completely lose my appetite again and stopped eating...so BACK to vanderbilt and when I got there I started seeing a doctor by the name of Bermudez...he was a great doctor and all but I couldn't stand him! He made me so mad he kept telling me my problem was mental and that I was anorexic so the put a feeding tube in my nose and expected me to eat like 850 calories a day....fromt he hospital cafeteria! (GAG)<br />
He also told me that I had to eat everything on my plate that I ordered if I ordered it I had to eat it and I had 30 minutes to do so! SO out of spite I would order HALF of everything...half a baked potato, half a bag of chips, half a biscut, half a sausage patty...it was kinda funny! (looking back that is) So I left the stay at Vanderbilt with a feeding tube, and holding the AIR HOCKEY CHAMP title...that was my last stay in the hospital for that year.....I got out two weeks before thanksgiving, when I got home I came down with the flu about a week after I got home, the feeding tube was making it worse so I called them and ask if i could take the feeding tube out...after much persuasion on my part they let me...from that moment I stopped taking my meds and a week later I had a full appetite and gained 7 pounds in a week...I WAS ELATED!!!! NO MORE FEEDING TUBES! and no more YOUR ANOREXIC speeches.</blockquote>


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			<title>Baby News!</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 02:27:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well I ended up at the doctor today come to find out all the trouble was CONTRACTIONS but contractions like I have never felt! It was pretty hairy...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 02:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well I ended up at the doctor today come to find out all the trouble was CONTRACTIONS but contractions like I have never felt! It was pretty hairy...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well I ended up at the doctor today come to find out all the trouble was CONTRACTIONS but contractions like I have never felt! It was pretty hairy for a couple of hours today, but they ended up letting me go home thank the lord with meds and super instructions! So, any way i will post more on my CDH story later byes!</blockquote>


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			<title>I am awake so why not blog!.....</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 10:35:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday! I ended up at the hospital on Tuesday night, come to find out I was severely dehydrated, and that is what was...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday! I ended up at the hospital on Tuesday night, come to find out I was severely dehydrated, and that is what was causing my contractions and heartburn. I got to the L &amp;amp; D they stuck me about 11 times trying to get an IV. They have always had a problem gettting IVs on me. So after about the 11th stick they stopped trying and called an anethesioloist (s?). He got there really quickly, ended up using my exterior juglar vein. I was terrified I have never that I remember had an IV in my neck other than a central line a few months ago! But the good news is I got to come home, swollen and lethargic! They put so much liquid in me in such a short period of time my skin began to hurt and sting, and it became bright red! My BP got really high a couple of times, so now they have me doing a 24 hour urine specimen to make sure there isn't protein building up in my urine. But since I got out of the hospital my feet haven't been the same size. So tennis shoes and flip flops for me for awhile! Baby Liam is doing great though! So I am very happy. It is just a little difficult for me to deal with so much at once! I am so, so tired today and yesterday. So, if you read this and you believe in prayer please pray for me! I need some strength. I will prolly blog some more later!</blockquote>


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			<title>Lets see...where was I......</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 21:19:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I guess I ended at the nurse from Hallafax....I won't use the word I have especially saved for her. I believe all of this took place on September...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I guess I ended at the nurse from Hallafax....I won't use the word I have especially saved for her. I believe all of this took place on September 16th and 17th. The next 17 days of my life I must say I do not really remember. There were so many drugs in my system I couldn't function. They had me on a demerol pump 25 mg every 15 minutes, which made me itch so there is benedryl IV 25mg every 6 hours, the combo made me really sick to my empty stomach alot so they gave me Phenergan IV 25 mg every 4-6 hours depending on how much I was dry heaving. It was a very very long 17 days. Most of the time I would lay unresponisve or I would get SO hungry I couldn't stand it but every bite of food I ate I regretted it, so I wouldn't eat! One particular day I didn't wake up ALL day I slept my kidneys weren't putting anything out because the only fluids I was getting was IV and my IV's were blowing left and right because of the lack of nutrition. Just remembering how hard it was on my parents brings tears to my eyes! They mean the world to me, I wouldn't have made it without them. Alright, back to the story. So, they weren't able to put the fluids to me like they needed to and the feeding tube milk was making me worse not better. The day I was talking about where I slept all day and nothing was being put out and nothing was going in, this was a Tuesday. On this tuesday a minister friend of my fathers came to the hospital bring a bunch of food for my parents, steaks from a very expensive steak house in Downtown Nashville TN, along witht he food he brought a very powerful man of God he prayed for me and told my parents that things would be better! So they held on to their faith yet again! The next day, Wednesday incase you weren't keeping up, lol, was a good day! I had been able to eat, I had been able to go to the game room which I hadn't  been to in a few days, it was a good day! They decided not to put the tube back down because I had improved so much. Now I was so excited about that. There were dipping dots on the basment level of Vandy, my all time favorite ice cream! So, after much talking and begging I convinced mom to let me go down to the basement with her to get some dippin dots. So she and I went down to the basement got me strawberry cheesecake, my favorite, on the way back to 6 North we went. The elevator dinged, I got off and mom started pushing my IV pole off the elevator, well before she could get my pole off the elevator hump thing the doors shut and took a non stop flight to the 11th floor, the heli-pad! So, I am on the 6th floor with my dippin dots and she is on the 11th floor with my IV pole. By instinct I caught my IV before it came ripping out of my arm and I was fine, and I knew mom was fine. But you see she didn't know I was ok and they had been having such a horrible time with IVs she just KNEW it had destroyed my left arm. So she FREAKED! I was just standing there with my left arm suspended in the air and I had opened my dippin dots and was holding them in my left hand and eating them with my right, just patiently waiting for someone to walk by or the elevator to come back down. Finally a nurse walked by and said hello and said a very calm how are you. I replied o I am doing great just waiting on my IV pole to come back, she replies ok well have a nice day, got about 10 feet past me turns around and says O MY WORD, takes off sprinting to the nearest nurses station grabs some supplies and come un hooks me all while I just stand there eating my dippin dots. My mom and the IV pole finally returns and she sees me standing there and just melt into the floor in tears of relief! It is  a very funny story now but it sure wasn't funny then! We were released that time a couple days later and I got to come home. For about 4 days!</blockquote>


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			<dc:creator>Brooke Beecham</dc:creator>
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			<title><![CDATA[I'm Back]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 21:06:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Well I am proud I made it to 2002 yesterday! In the first part of 2003 I don't really remember the dates I began to have eating issues it was hurt me...]]></description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well I am proud I made it to 2002 yesterday! In the first part of 2003 I don't really remember the dates I began to have eating issues it was hurt me so bad to eat ANYTHING! So they put me in the hospital in the beginning of that year in Memphis TN where I had found my new GI doctor, Dr. Lazar, her husband was te one who did my ear surgeries. I was realeased with pills to help me not hurt and be able to eat. But it just did not seem to do what I needed! So, on over into the year I started my Junior year at a school in Camden TN, one of my best friends and I drove everyday we had the most fun! But on Sept 16th of 2003 I woke up in excruciating pain, I couldn't eat I couldn't think. It was scary! So I got myself together enough to try to go to school because I was bound and determined to graduate on time in spite of my medical problems! So I got there and I got SO SICK I had to have my mother come and pick me up, she took me straight the hospital where they gave me a shot and we headed off towards memphis. That day I saw my Dr. Lazar she put me in the hospital at Lebonour in Memphis! I was there for ten days and in those ten days I had 3 upper GI's with lower bowel follow throughs each consisting of drinking the liquid chalk 16oz at a time and 5 and 6, 16 oz cups an upper GI. I also had multiple catscans with and without contrast,and I even had a colonocopy which I woke up in the middle of....Now that was FUN!&amp;lt;-----just kidding not so fun&amp;lt;----so after being there for ten days not eating because of all the test I wasn't allowed to eat for like 72 hours because of back to back fasting test. They let me go home. My best friends grandmother had died on the friday before I got to come home on that Sunday, So on our way home fromt he hospital I insisted they allow me to go to the funeral home to be with my best friend. My parents let me. During the funeral I go SO sick it was horrible to I left the funeral and went into a side room until my father was able to leave the platform where he was playing music and singing in the funeral. From there I was able to get a little food down enough to take my medicine and I fell asleep finally, after my body was SO exhausted from the pain and the crying and the emotional junk it was dealing with. I was able to stay of of the hospital for I believe 4 days. I then lost the ability to eat, or think I was losing weight at an alarming rate so my mother got in contact with my surgeon Dr. John Pietsch at Vanderbilt childrens hopsital in Nashville TN, He told her to bring her in ASAP and it would be a direct admit! That night was the worst night I have in recent memory, I got there and they started poking me with I didn't mind but by the 3rd try for an IV you get a little frustrated. Finally they got Harold, who stuck me twice one time the rest of the time he got it on the FIRST stick. He got my IV started they started a demerol drip and lot of fluids and then decided to put a feeding tube down my throat. The lady who came in a was going to put the feeding tube down me she came in I dealt with the pressure the pain and the aggrivation of having that thing stuck down your nose, and within only a couple of minutes it was over. They started me on that THIck, milky, smells like a nursing home formula with made me DEATHLY ill. As soon as that milk hit my stomach it TORE me up, I was misrable! And I was in a two sleeper room so the bathroom wasn't always accessible. So, the strength I had was gone within a matter of a couple hours! Then at about four am a very very dumb orderly come in there jerked me around pulled my feeding tube half out which hurt so bad it brough tears to my eyes, and she was just pulling on this cord and unplugging this acting like she was in such a rush to get me to yet another catscan, she just couldn't waste the time to actually transport a patient without harming them! Finally after about an hour in the CT scan and freezer as I liked to refer to it, I was able to go back up and lay down on that trauma room bed which I knew was going to feel like heaven! I got up there laid down and I was about to fall asleep when my nurse, I shall call her helga, I don't remember her name but I just know she was big and I wasn't and she was not so much on the caring side either. So, she runs in there and says you tube is coming out and proceeds to take her forefinger and her thumb and grasp that tube and start SHOVING it back down my throat, saying swolllow swollow swollow, tears were being forced from my eyes it hurt SO bad, I was very thankful when her shift ended!</blockquote>


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			<title>Some More of my story.....it is long !</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 22:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>After we moved to TN from MS I changed orthopedic doctors, I went to one in Memphis for a couple years. Until my sister had a four wheeler wreck and...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">After we moved to TN from MS I changed orthopedic doctors, I went to one in Memphis for a couple years. Until my sister had a four wheeler wreck and broker her back in three places and they sent her to Vandy, which is where I met my favorite Dr. Gregory Mencio. I love this man...LOL He then became my &amp;quot;back doctor&amp;quot;. He took me out of the brace, which is one reason I LOVE HIM, He told my parents and I that there was no need in wearing it anymore because of two reasons. Those reasons were, 1. I wasn't keeping food down at all and had gained only a few pounds in several years, I weighed only 45 at 9 years old, and 2. it wasn't slowing the severity of my curve down. So I walked out of that office in love! lol He told me that I would prolly have to have surgery but they wanted to wait as long as they could so I would have some time to grow! (this all took place about 1998) I seen him about every 6 months until January of 2000. In January of 2000 my curve had progressed to a 65 degree curve and they could no longer run the risk of this damaging my &amp;quot;good lung&amp;quot;. So 3 weeks later I had my first back surgery on Febuary 9th, 2000 I was 12 years old! I went to sleep at 4'9 and woke up at about 5'0 to 5'1 I gain about 3 and a half to 4 inches in 4 hours. That was the most painful experience that I could remember! I laid naked in my hospital bed for 3 days because I couldn't stand for anyone to touch me, breath on me, or walk near my bed. I could be asleep and feel someone walk into my room, because of the vibrations on the floor. It was horrid! During this surgery they inserted 2 metal herrington rods into my back they measured 12 inches and the other was 11 and a half inches. I recovered realitively quilckly from that surgery! I had the very best posture after the fact! Then later in that year my GERD and Acid Reflux began to worsen and nothing was helping I finally found me a docter in Jackson TN his name was Dr. Laman I like him as well! He put me on Prevacid 15 mg twice a day. I believe that medicine was made in heaven, for the first time in my life I didn't have heartburn. But this wonderful medicine only worked for a few months and he began to have to try all other kinds, nothing was helping anymore. So he did an endoscopy to look down my esophagus and sure-nuff I had erosions and my esophagus never closed at the bottom so everything I ate went to my stomach turned into acid and came RIGHT back up, they just knew i had precancer on my esophogus called Barretts Esophogus. But it wasn't it was just REALLY REALLY close, to close for comfort. So Dr. Laman sent me to another man I love very much, Dr John Brooks Pietsch. Dr. Pietsch did my first nissen on March the 14th of 2001, he had to do an open nissen because I had to much scar tissue to do a laproscopic one. A surgery that was suppose to last only an hour ended up lasting 6 because he had to work through mounds of scar tissue and adhesions, for one month after surgery I wasn't able o eat solid food because it would run the risk of destroying all the work he had done, which was wrapping a portion of my stomach muscle around my esophogus and repairing my hiatal hernia. After the month of no solids, I was perfect NO MORE heartburn, no more zantac, reglan, nexium, prilosec, or prevacid. I felt GREAT I started gaining weight. Which was Wonderful I still didn't weigh what I was suppose to but I weighed like 75-78 lbs. It was heaven! In April of 2001 I was still having horrible ear infections in my right ear, so they sent me to Dr. Randy Lazar in Memphis who placed my tubs at 3, the tubes never fell out of my right ear. So he put me to sleep to remove my ear tube. Then they had to do another Endoscopy because my esophagus was TOO tight, they went through my throat and stretched it a little. I think in 2001 I was put to sleep 7 times. In 2002 I started having some problems breathing and my back was starting to hurt real bad where the protruding hump was, because of the many years of scoliosis. So on December 31st of 2001 I had my second back surgery performed by Dr. Gregory Mencio. He went in and removed 6 inches from 6 of my ribs on the right side to give my lung a little room to expand and to reduce the apperance of the hump. In 2002 I began to have GERD again that wasn't able to be controlled with medicine, so they did another upper GI, I had to have upper GIs every year from the time I was a baby until I was about 7 years old and then I have had to have the periodically since then as well. On the upper GI they were able to see  that the &amp;quot;nissen&amp;quot; had come unattached. They scheduled my second open nissen fundoplycation for Dec 11, 2002 a week after I was in the office. This surgery was successful, again it took about 4 houra rather than 1 hour to perform because of the scar tissue.</blockquote>


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			<title>The rest of the story!</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 21:22:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>After my first surgery at nine hours old they told my parents if I could make it for 72 hours they MIGHT start talking about my survival. My mother...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">After my first surgery at nine hours old they told my parents if I could make it for 72 hours they MIGHT start talking about my survival. My mother and father were devistated! My mom was still in Oxford a couple hundred miles away in the hospital she didn't get out of the hospital for 5 days after I was born because of the C-section. My father and grandfather are both ministers and they began calling everyone they knew, which was alot of people for prayer. Before I was 24 hours old most of america and several surrounding countries knew of the &amp;quot;Wilson&amp;quot; baby who was hanging on by a thread! They had put me on 100% respiration and 100% oxygen shortly after I was born. I am not for sure how long I was on that to be honest, (I don't remember) my mother would though! When I was three weeks old I had to have my second surgery, they had to go in a do a bowel resection because my intestines had kinked when they brought everything back down to where it was suppose to be. I was a couple of weeks old when I was able to digest ONE cc of milk! and 5 cc's make a teaspoon! They allowed me to come home at 5 weeks old! My mother and father watched me like a hawk along with the rest of my family! I was in and out of the doctors with ear infections and upper respiratory infections and all kind of things that made me ill, and my mother not unlike the rest of moms in the world she was VERY protective so I sneezed and she took me to the doctor office! I was on iron and reglan and all kinds of other medicines for a very very long time! When I was 6 months old I weighed only 9 lbs, they diagnosed me with faliure to thrive and put a feeding tube down my nose I wore that until I was about a year old! Before they put that down my nose I projectile vomitted everything I ate. When I was eleven months old I had my third major surgery adhesions had completely closed off my intestines so they went in and did a 2nd bowel resection. That was my last major surgery for awhile. During my first year is when I was diagnosed with scoliosis as well. I was about 3 I guess when they had to put ear tubes in both ears, take my tonsils out, put windows in my sinuses and remove my adnoids! They did all of these in two seperate surgeries! I was 7 years old when my orthopedic doctor , Dr. Hamilton, told me I was going to have to wear a back brace for the rest of my life because my scoliosis was progressing at an alarming rate! Talking about being devistated I remeber crying that entire day! He told me that I may not have to have surgery if I wore this brace 23 hours a day forever. I asked him then why he couldn't just do the surgery...cause I was never afraid of surgery! I also remember the day I got fitted for my brace, the man who did the cast for my brace only had one arm his other arm and hand was prosthetic. So, I finally got over the fact off the back brace, I told myself it was better for me and I could just deal with it and I was the cool one on the play ground because of it! I remeber that brace to this day it was made of REALLY hard plastic and two metal pieces with padding came over the shoulders and the back had two screws. I had to learn to put this on and take it off myself!&amp;lt;-----this was my first one! When a few months went by and there was no change in the progression of my curve they decided to put me in a milwaukee brace.....now this one was not half as comfortable as my first, and the first wasn't comfrotable at all! This one was also made of a hard plastic but the plastic was only over my hips and lower stomach, then a metal bar thing, was attached and went right up the center of my chest there was a piece of plastic that was about the size of a coaster, it curved inward toward my stomach, and the bar went on top of it and went up into a circle that went around my neck. They piece of plastic the size of a coaster put alot of pressure on my hiatal hernia, which caused me to vomit everything I ate. I already had HORRIBLE heart burn all the time inspite of medicines but this literally kept me from keeping anything I ate down, I was about 8 years old and didn't weigh but like 30-38 lbs. On the back of the neck circle was a screw that had to be tightened and two bars came down that which hooked into the piece of plastic that was around my pelvis. I wore this brace for 3 years day and night. Because of all the medicines and things I went through as a baby my eyesight began to get worse when I was 5 so I have worn glasses for 15 almost 16 years. And I have always had a weaker bladder than most people, so when I have to go I HAVE TO GO NOW! I believe this has to do with all of the surgeries I've had.</blockquote>


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			<title>I Survived!</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:50:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Hello Everyone! My name is Kristen Brooke, but I go by Brooke. I was just old enough to talk when I learned that phrase, my parents had said it so...</description>
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<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hello Everyone! My name is Kristen Brooke, but I go by Brooke. I was just old enough to talk when I learned that phrase, my parents had said it so many time I just thought that is what you were suppose to say when you saw a new doctor or nurse. I am 20 years old and I live in Parsons TN. I was born with a diaphragmatic hernia which affected the left side of my diaphram. My intestines and spleen and several other organs pushed through the hole and formed where my left lung was suppose to be. It was the size of about a quarter or half dollar. All of those things forming in the left side of my chest cavity it pushed my heart and spine to the right which decreased the development of my right lung! My mother and father did not know I was going to be born with cdh and neither did my mom's doctor or my doctor. I was born at 2:03am on July 16th, 1987 I was never weighed they think I weighed about 8 lbs and they didn't even estimate my length. When I was born I imediately began to go into respiratory distress, and they put a ventilator tube down my throat in order to stabilize me for my first helicopter ride! My mother had to have a C-section so she was still under the anethesia when she got to see me for a grand total of about 3 minutes before they put me on the helicopter to go a couple hudred miles to a university hospital. They airlifted me from Oxford MS to Jackson MS, I had my first surgery when I was 9 hours old, which was performed by a Dr. Richard Miller! The doctors did not give me any hope at all, they told my mother and father that I would die without surgery and they couldn't promise ANYTHING with surgery! Little did they know I was a fighter and I wanted to live!</blockquote>


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