PIECING IT TOGETHER

one week post surgery and the boy went to school today.

i spoke with the surgeon's office this morning and when i told them he was recovering well and had even gone to school today. they exclaimed, "that's amazing!"

i thought to myself, "yup. you're darn right it is."

actually, they really have no idea how mind-blowingly amazing it is.

"let me tell you something you already know... the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. it's a very mean and nasty place and i don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees...and keep you there permanently if you let it. you, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life but it ain't about how hard you hit. it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. it's about how much you can take and keep moving forward. that's how winning is done." 
                                                                           ~rocky balboa

just a short 6 weeks ago we were at quite possibly one of the lowest points we have ever been. sparky's situation was grim and we felt pretty hopeless.

the 6 months following our trip to kansas were beyond hard. they were horrible and heartbreaking. they were horribly heartbreaking. 

we are working through all of it ... we have deep wounds that are in need of healing. we still feel bewildered, confused and confounded by all that has transpired. we are still trying to piece together the puzzle that is parker...especially in regard to his relapse (that started in january 2015) and then the monumental spiral downward that transpired after our trip in october (2015) to the treatment center in kansas. the prevailing and confounding questions of course has been what the hek happened?! what triggered the initial relapse in january 2015 and then what triggered or contributed to the rapid and accelerated decline in october.

lyme and babesia are still an issue - that is a known and well-established fact but we figured there must be another underlying factor. that there was some missing piece to the puzzle has always been of concern to DR H. the hope was that this would be uncovered at the center in kansas.

since november (2015) we have been working with DR H to put the pieces together...there has been a lot of brainstorming, testing, and treatments. 

there were multiple issues to investigate. the boy is a mystery. 

at the tail end of february (2016), we were able to identify a clear link between his joint pain and localized inflammation. this was a huge revelation as we had been trying to treat it from a brain involvement standpoint - the theory being that his brain may be caught in a neurological loop/misfiring pain signals as opposed to there being actual inflammation in his joints. once we identified this link it helped to narrow down the field as to underlying causes. 

heavy metal toxicity came to light as a strong possibility. DR H started parker on a heavy metal detox in march. he had never been treated for this. testing did reveal that he had high levels of several metals (cadmium, mercury, lead). once we began treating the localized inflammation and then added in a heavy metal detox things rapidly changed for the better.

we are not in the home stretch by any means. so far what we are doing is working and he is feeling tons better but we haven't found some miracle cure either. i've been on what he is on and it's not helped me. i know others that have too. it seems to be the right thing for his body right now but whether or not it is healing him or just managing his symptoms is unknown. DR H is concerned that it is the latter. we are still trying to assemble all the factors at play. there is still testing and further investigation that needs to be done. as well as doctors appointments to schedule. of course, this has all been delayed since he went head first over the handle bars of his bike last week. (called a "superman" in mountain biking lingo)

now he's literally being held together with 19 staples, 6 screws and a titanium plate.

so the boy is chock full of metals.

how ironic.

he is tough as nails. he's resilient. strong. brave. enduring. stoic. funny as hek. and my word is he a fighter. the first 2 days after surgery were rough. he barely moved or spoke. it was tough. but what he's lived through in the past 7 years pales in comparison. he says the pain from lyme is worse than this. can you even imagine?

i am amazed by his spirit...and that he is pulling through this so remarkably well. 

is it the calm before hell breaks loose again? gosh, i hope not. of course there is concern that this trauma to his body could push things into a tailspin again. we have been in touch with DR H's office several times since the accident and he has been started on additional antibiotics to treat any flare of lyme the accident could cause. 

is there fear that one wrong move could split wide open what has been stitched together? absolutely. but we are picking up the pieces and tying to keep focused on moving forward. one. day. at. a. time. we are grateful to be where we are. we hope that this forward progression continues. our boy has been through enough. 

ps don't give up

WHY I RIDE

"when i ride, all the chaos and noise in my head disappears and a calm settles upon me and i find total peace. on my bike i am liberated from the pathogens that wreak havoc on my body and my mind. my bike keeps me grounded yet makes me fly." ~s.

i ride because mountain biking is helping to heal me - mind, body, soul. that is the condensed version...however, the reasons behind riding are multi-faceted. i began writing this 'why i ride' piece several weeks ago. in the course of hammering out my thoughts on riding it morphed into 4 separate pieces on mountain biking. (all of which i'll be posting at some point.)

turns out there are many reasons that i ride. what led me to downhill/enduro riding is the anxiety disorder i have because of the post-strep auto-immune illness i developed in spring of 2014. (read about it here - this is my brave)

here's the thing... the strep thing and resulting mental health issues it caused - broke me mind, body, soul. it shattered my faith. it is something i am still grappling to come to terms with. there is something about being tossed over the edge sanity and plummeting into a rabbit hole of inescapable terror that unmercifully rips you apart and strips you to the core of your naked humanity. 

being blind-sided by intrusive thoughts that come out of thin air and are then accompanied by compulsions to follow through on is a terror i still can't quite find the words to explain. 

Riding is a flight from sadness...it also clears the head as does the hubster's photog skillz

anxiety is a mind trip and it tears down the core of who you are and what you believe yourself to be. at least it did for me. it made me feel weak. useless. unworthy. cowardly. ashamed. i blamed myself for it. i thought i sucked for not being able to suck it up. and i was pretty sure everyone around me thought so too. 

while i am a true, solidly INFJ introvert who needs copious amounts of alone time, being social is something i have always enjoyed. i like people. i like parties. i give speeches. i bare my soul on the internet. so to suddenly live in fear of social interactions has been confounding. painful. isolating. destructive. demoralizing. social anxiety makes you ruminate over every conversation until the words of it - of what you should have said and the dumb things you did say - swirl though your head as a mind-bending tornado of cascading self-doubt and self-hate. 

living with all-consuming fears and a sense of impending doom that i could identify as irrational but still become completely consumed by (despite using all sorts of psychological tools to combat it and prayerfully & fervently pleading for deliverance from it) left me feeling fatally flawed and spiritually defective. 


so that is bit of an insight into my brain on strep... 

i've worked hard in therapy to heal from that and to overcome the residual anxiety that lingers... and the resulting emotional fall out that comes from having your brain, body and life hijacked by multiple chronic, invisible illnesses. i've put in hours and hours and hours of extensive brain re-wiring, trauma work and many other methodologies of healing body, mind and soul - (there are several fundamental processes - as related to lyme -  that i have struggled to integrate as well...but more details about that another day) and they have all been valuable tools in my recovery but no matter how hard i've worked at it, i've struggled with putting the pieces of myself back together and finding peace...until i started biking.

i started single-track trail riding just shortly after my strep diagnosis in spring 2014. when the hubster (who as been riding for his entire life) suggested we try downhill at silver star bike park in vernon, bc this past summer (2015), i was not so sure about that. i googled it. ack. it looked pretty extreme and scary to me...and about the last thing i wanted to do was expose myself to any sort of fear stimulus. after all, i was recovering from another bout of strep throat that had caused a relapse of intense neuro-psych symptoms. i had already been on antibiotic treatment for a few weeks by that time which had brought the worst of the symptoms down to a dull roar but i was still contending with a higher than normal level of anxiety and intrusive, cycling thoughts. i really enjoyed single-track and knew it helped alleviate some of the chaos in my brain but downhill was a whole other world of biking. somehow the thought of barreling down a mountain on 2 wheels didn't seem exactly like a calming activity but i sure as hek did NOT want to get left behind. i knew that would mean spending the day alone with my endless, cycling thoughts. nope. nada. not going to happen. 

i figured being left on my own was scarier than anything any mountain could throw at me.

Up, up and away...on the chair lift at silver star

here's the bottom line:

when your brain is on fire seeking relief over-rides everything...even the physical limitations that lyme holds over my body and the fear of fear itself can motivate you to try something you never in a million years would have tried before ...and maybe that is the silver lining in all of this. after all, fear is what brought me to silver star mountain that day. and that day was a revolutionary, life-changing day for me and it also birthed in me an absolute passion for riding.

you would think that barreling down a mountain as fast as i can go, riding over logs, dropping off of rocks, sling-shooting out of berms and getting airborne would contribute to anxiety but for me it does the opposite. 

riding is my ativan. it is the ONLY thing that relieves my anxiety.

on that first downhill adventure i rode for 6 hours. i took jumps. i did drops. i rode blue. i rode black. i rode as fast as i could go. i hung on for dear life. i had unintentional dismounts. i even face planted. let's be honest - i looked ridiculous...but what i lacked in technique and skill, i made up for with loud enthusiasm.

My first downhill adventure. lol.
i was not trying to look like a flying bandit - the bandana was to help keep the dust out of my face

i whooped. i hollered. i laughed with unbridled joy after every.single.run. just recalling it makes me giddy. my unadulterated enthusiasm totally embarrassed the hubster and sparky but i didn't care... because i had no fear. no anxiety. no cycling thoughts. all the noise in my head just ceased to be. i was free and that was intoxicating.

i was fully present and fully free for the first time in a very long time. i felt strong. wild. free. brave. fierce. capable. independent. happy. bad-ass. i felt all the things i thought i no longer was. and that changed me.

i ride because riding brought me back to me.