Reflections on this past year 2020

Kerissa • Jan 01, 2021

Dear friends,

First off, I can’t believe I was able to write this on time, unlike the previous few years!!😉

Secondly, this past year has been full of hard change—not just for me but for everyone.

In the middle of January, I had foot surgery to remove a vascular malformation that I was born with (I had it removed in 2010, but it grew back because it’s genetic).  Since it was on the bottom of my right foot, it caused a lot of pain to walk.

A week later after surgery, I noticed that the central line in my chest had a hole in it.  Because of my renal magnesium wasting (my kidneys can’t hold on to magnesium due to the mitochondrial disease), I require daily IV infusions.  So, just 2 weeks after the foot surgery, I had surgery to pull out my old central line and place a new one.

Soon after that, I caught C-DIFF (an infection caused by a toxin-producing bacteria in the GI tract).  It happens often in immunocompromised patients who were in the hospital and had strong doses of IV antibiotics for surgery (which definitely explains why I caught it!).

I was in severe pain all over (neck, chest, and foot from the 2 surgeries and my abdomen from the colitis caused by the infection).  I was constantly in tears because it was so hard to experience all this on top of my daily chronic pain and everyday mitochondrial symptoms. :’(

The pandemic started the next month, and you know what happened then.  Not much was known about Covid, so state lockdowns began.  Everyone had to start wearing masks.  My phsyical therapy stopped for several weeks, and doctors began doing “virtual” appointments.

The next month or so, I suddenly started experiencing severe, unrelenting muscle spasms in my back.  I’ve never experienced anything like this.🙁 It’s hard to explain what they’re like.  My back muscles are rigid and cause so much pain.  I still have them to this day, and we now know this is caused by my Mitochondrial DNA Depletion Syndrome.  My new neurologist in Seattle said he sees this often in neuromuscular diseases.  My orthopedic specialist and my pain drs. started me on a medication called Baclofen.  I’m thankful it helps somewhat, but it does cause side effects, especially blurry vision.

In August, I had a bad “mito crash” and was hospitalized for 10 days.  We think it happened due to doing too many activities that require a lot of energy (in addition, I had a very early virtual appointment with my San Diego mito specialist and had to wake up about 5 hours earlier than my normal).  We also think it’s because I had those 2 surgeries so close to each other (both were under general anesthesia which is always difficult for mito patients).  That and the C-DIFF infection was really hard on my body.

Anyways, that hospital stay/mito crash (which included a scary anaphylactic reaction to an IV medication) was so hard to go through physically.  And, it’s hard to believe, but I’m still recovering from it.😔  Still doing physical therapy and occupational hand therapy for the muscle weakness.  I actually sprained my left thumb last week from the weakness and now have to wear a hand splint that my hand therapist made for me on Tuesday.  You never realize how much you use your thumb until you can’t use it anymore.🥺

In November, I had my one year follow-up with my neuro-ophthalmologist at OHSU.  I have an eye disorder from the mitochondrial disease called Progressive External Ophthalmoplegia which is basically paralysis of the external eye muscles (the ones that help your eyes to move).  She noticed that both of my eyes can’t look to the left or downwards (it used to just be the left eye).😢 I’ve been noticing lately that my eyes can’t move those directions (I don’t think people would notice it if I didn’t tell them).  But this news was really hard to hear, and I’m scared that I’ll lose even more movement (like looking to the right) down the road.😔

So, as you can see, a lot has changed physically.  And so much else has happened on top of that—the pandemic….racial injustices and division in the U.S….elections….fires in different states….and much more.

But, do you know what (more specifically, who) hasn’t changed in the midst of all that?!  Jesus.  He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  His promises haven’t changed and neither has his character.❤ That’s what I’ve been clinging to this very hard past year.  And I hope you’ll hold on to that truth with me as we head into 2021, another year of unknown.

Happy New Year, friends.  I love you and am so thankful for your prayers these last 12 months!!❤ May we all keep trusting in God and His faithfulness no matter what happens!

P.S. Do you want to hear some fun/good things that happened this past year??☺

1. Even though it was challenging because of my eye paralysis, I was able to read 25 books this year!

2. I started learning Italian when the pandemic began.  Still going strong!😉 A dream of mine is to visit Italy one day!😊

3. I also picked up my violin (after not playing for 8+ years!) and started playing duets with my sister like the good ol’ days!  Yes, I was rusty and it hurt my fingers due to my neuropathy, but the pain got a little better…and just like riding a bicycle, the muscle memory of remembering how to play came back fairly quickly!  We played almost every day, and it was such a gift from the Lord.☺🎻 Sadly, I haven’t really been able to play since the hospital stay, but I hope I can soon!

4. Last but not least, when in-person church services had to stop due to Covid, my pastor came up with a great idea!  He gave me different verses specifically on trust, and I hand lettered them.  He then sent a verse out each week to the church for families to print and hang up in their home!  Many emailed and told us the verses were a huge blessing and encouragement to them.💕

By Kerissa Lee 27 Apr, 2024
Read Part 1 and Part 2 if you missed it.  | Part 3 | After numerous days inpatient, I was ready to begin physical therapy at home and work my way off the TPN (IV nutrition). On February 19th, I ended up getting enrolled into a fairly new 1-year old program called “Hospital at Home.” It’s a weird concept, but those who do HAH are still considered inpatient—the only setting that’s different is you can sleep in your own bed and the nurses come to your home. You also are connected to doctors virtually through a tablet. In theory, that probably sounds amazing, but for complex patients like me, I regretted doing HAH because it was complicated and stressful. For example, the leg pain was still so severe, and each time I took pain medicine every 2 hours, I had to log onto the tablet and talk to the nurse who charted everything…. Even during the middle of the night, I had to show the nurse which meds I was taking and what dosage. It unfortunately wasn’t restful, and there were a bunch of other challenges while I was with HAH. By the next morning, I was definitely ready to be discharged from the “hospital” since a lot could be done outpatient. Around 11:45 AM on February 20th, a nurse practitioner came to my house to make sure I was medically stable and ready for discharge. She agreed I was because my vitals were perfect. She left, and another nurse was scheduled to arrive sometime in the afternoon to stop my TPN for the day. But, in the blink of an eye, things changed yet again and the nystagmus suddenly came back with a vengeance. I could barely see out of my eyes (because they shook so much), and when I went to lay down, I asked my mom if the heat was on. She said yes, but I felt soo cold. When the last nurse arrived to stop the infusion, she took my vitals which showed that I spiked a high fever out of the blue. I was so devastated by this turn of events and cried, “I can’t do this again.” 😭 I felt weary, down to my very bones. Experiencing all my usual sepsis symptoms (fever, chills, high heart rate and respirations, severe low back pain, etc.), I hit rock bottom and was extremely distressed that I had to go back to the hospital. 😔 While the doctors scrambled to find a bed available for me, I physically got even worse. During that scary and emotional time, the nurse was so compassionate and caring. I know God in his loving kindness handpicked her especially for me that day. She stayed right by my bedside and encouraged me with words filled with hope. 🥹 She saw a devotional by Joni Eareckson Tada on my nightstand and asked if I was a believer. I nodded, and she immediately began praying for me. 😭❤️ In the midst of this whole trial, some days God felt far away. 🥺 I could really resonate with the psalmist’s cries—“Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?” (Psalm 22:1) But when my nurse prayed for me, it was in that very moment I felt God’s presence and peace so near. It was like he knew I needed some tangible comfort to hold on to. I felt so seen and loved by him. I’ll never forget the sweet nurse he sent and the prayers she lifted up. ❤️ Through her, the Lord revived my soul to prepare me for this latest battle. Up next: Part 4…
By Kerissa Lee 16 Apr, 2024
Read Part 1 if you missed it.  | Part 2 | Just 2 days after I was discharged from the hospital, I started experiencing severe nystagmus (shaking eyeballs) along with nausea, vomiting, and retching. I didn’t know what was happening and was again so scared. 😔 I was told to go to the ED since I wasn’t tolerating any of my oral medications. The doctors gave me IV fluids and lots of different IV anti-nausea and pain meds. They told me I needed to be admitted and talked with the neurology and internal medicine departments to see which one should admit me. But….to my dismay, both teams made a bad judgment call when they decided not to have me admitted (my mom has since talked with a patient advocate for guidance on what to do if “this” happens again). Even the ED observation unit didn’t want to take me because I was “too complex.” 🥺 I was sent home still vomiting and in so much distress (with mitochondrial disease, anything like untreated vomiting/diarrhea is a big “no-no” to put it simply because it’s a huge stress on the metabolic system). My body was really struggling, and I experienced very drooping eyelids and worsening weakness all over. The next day, I was seen by my PCP’s colleague, and after much discussion, he directly admitted me to the internal medicine floor. I’ll always be grateful to him for his quick action and the very thorough letter he wrote. There were sadly no beds available, so I waited at home. But, the following day, God was so kind to bless me with a private room that became available. Once I was inpatient, the doctors tried to get a handle on the nystagmus and vomiting. All the usual IV anti-nausea meds didn’t resolve things, so they gave me an “off-label” medication that can sometimes help nausea. That did the trick, but another issue soon arose—I started showing signs of mental confusion. I remember not being able to explain what was on my mind, and if I did talk, it didn’t make sense! For example, 2 nurses were in my room helping each other, and I made a comment about them being married. 🫠 Another instance, my family later shared that I asked them if they could see the ocean out the window. I can’t recall a lot of my time in the hospital because I was so confused.. My mom wondered if the confusion was from the off-label nausea medicine, so the team immediately discontinued it. By God’s grace, that did the trick…. Hospital life was definitely a roller coaster. You know that whack-a-mole arcade game? Once one problem ended, another popped up. After not receiving proper nutrition for many days, I started trying to eat orally again and resumed j-tube feeds, but for some reason, I wasn’t able to tolerate either like before. My stomach became so huge and distended….even with the feeding pump setting of just one teaspoon per hour. It didn’t make sense, especially since I tolerated a high rate of tube feeds two weeks earlier when I was admitted for the neurological weakness. I kept trying to increase the tube feed rate, but my GI tract didn’t tolerate it. The doctors brought up the possibility of TPN (IV nutrition). I was very discouraged and so homesick. With no progress increasing the formula rate, I did in fact have to be placed on TPN. Emotionally, it was a struggle dealing with this new problem on top of the mitochondrial crash.. 😢 Up next: Part 3…
By Kerissa Lee 13 Apr, 2024
Dear friends, It’s been almost 3 months since I last blogged.. So much happened, and it’s very hard to believe how quickly things changed. I know many already know the whole story. But for those who haven’t heard it, I will try to recap here. It’s quite the tale, but I wanted to share it on my blog to look back on because God truly carried me through the unimaginable. ❤️ When I requested urgent prayer for the sudden onset numbness and weakness in my whole left leg back in January, I had a routine follow-up already scheduled with my primary care dr. on January 25th. I was so thankful I could see him right away for this new issue. I showed him my worsening weakness, and he sent me straight to the ED to make sure I didn’t have a condition called Guillian-Barre Syndrome (GBS). While waiting for a bed to open up on the neurology floor, the muscle weakness spread to my right foot and up my right leg to the point that I could barely lift both legs up. Words can’t express how truly scared I felt that I was going paralyzed. 🥺💔 It was the hardest time of my life, and I continually wept, not just because of the physical pain (which was the worst leg pain I’ve ever experienced) but also because of the emotional distress.. The “foot drop” in both feet was so severe that my soles were almost parallel to the hospital bed when laying down. It was devastating. Due to the weakness, I couldn’t even walk to the bathroom and had to use a bed pan. The team was concerned about possible heart/lung issues, so I had to be placed on a continuous cardiac telemetry monitor (which is different than the standard one). Twice, they asked me if I’d be okay with life-saving measures like getting intubated (placed on a ventilator) if the weakness kept spreading like it was.. I underwent countless neurological exams by nurses, medical students, residents, and attending neurologists. To rule out GBS, a spinal tap had to be done as well as extensive brain and spinal MRIs (cervical, thoracic, lumbar, and sacral). Not feeling well, it was incredibly difficult to lay in the very narrow MRI tube for more than 2 1/2 hours without a break. When GBS was ruled out, we still didn’t know what was causing the weakness. To be honest, in a way, I WANTED to have GBS because they explained GBS has a good treatment. So, not knowing the outcome and prognosis was very hard. 😢 Looking back, I remember how I shared a verse from Isaiah when I wrote my “2023 reflections” blog post at the beginning of this year: “Let him who walks in darkness and has no light trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God” (Isaiah 50:10). When I posted that on January 1st, I never could have imagined how dark life would get. I knew God had a plan, but I was still so terrified. And there was nothing I could do but trust him (even though my faith felt so weak while in the thick of it). I cried so much and struggled with great fear. But in the midst of that dark time, I thought of a well-known passage from 2 Corinthians: “So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison…” (2 Corinthians 4:16-17). A phrase stood out to me: “light momentary affliction.” This trial weighed heavily on my shoulders….it definitely didn’t feel “light” OR “momentary.” I had so many questions. Could I surrender all and trust that God has my best interests at heart? I prayed that he would grant me the eyes to see everything from an eternal perspective and use this hard time for his glory and good purposes. After spending 9 days on the neuro floor, I was sent home.. The neuro team attributed this whole event to a “very unusual mitochondrial crash.” And only time would tell how I would recover. Up next: Part 2…
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