In 2018, my daughter asked me to write a few paragraphs on the medical journey she went through as a baby 28 years ago. I thought that it would be challenging to remember back that far, but the memories, the emotions, the fear and the faith all came tumbling back. Originally designed as a blog for Janelle's website 'My Little Joy', I have now transferred it here to encourage others facing a dark storm.

A Mothers Hope: PART ONE - The Expectant hope

March 02, 2018

A MESSAGE FROM MY DAUGHTER JANELLE.

As a child, we grow up watching and knowing our parents are doing everything they can to make sure we have a good start and are well taken care of. To say my first year here was a little rocky is a huge understatement, and it hasn't been until becoming a mother myself that I finally have a small understanding of the fear and torment my parents went through that first 12 months. 

Ive heard my mother tell the story of what happened to me as a baby a million times over. So when I asked her if she would write a little Blog about my childhood, I expected a few paragraphs stating the facts, some brief stories and a little into how it must have felt going through the rollercoaster. When mum sent me the first few chapters, I read it with a lump in my throat and a whole new perspective of what living with a sick child must have felt like. 

 Whether you're reading for something to do, curious to know what happened or maybe you're looking for a little bit of hope in a world that can sometimes feel pretty dark. I really hope you enjoy it. 

- Janelle xx 

The Expectant hope:

Sometimes in life you go through a terrible, horrific crisis, like a bad nightmare that never seems to end, in fact the situation only gets worse ......this was one of those times and yet now it's just faded memories.
 
Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.
 
 
The year was 1990 and life was busy with two children under the age of 5, yet my clucky thermometer had a high reading and I wanted another baby. We lived on a small farm in Healesville, Australia and had an assortment of family pets, so it was a idyllic place to raise children. Unfortunately falling pregnant had proven hard for me in the past and I had just had my fifth miscarriage, however the next month I fell pregnant with another little blessing. After a careful first three months, it was an uneventful pregnancy, however financial hard times had us quickly facing the loss of the farm to avoid bankruptcy. We had just joined the church and become Christians and I remember them bringing food parcels to help us save money for bills. By the time our baby was born, we were moving into a small rented cottage in town, a big step back in our life and with a lot of debt to be paid off.
 
I usually had no trouble choosing baby names but because I wanted the middle name to be Kylie, if the baby was a girl, and it was proving hard. Kylie had been a friend of mine, like a little sister, who had passed away at the young age of 15 years from an asthma attack, so it was important to me to have a special name to compliment it. So with only six weeks to go till my due date, I picked up a newspaper and on the back page saw a girl called Janelle. Later that night we agreed that would be our sweet baby girl's name...Janelle Kylie Bartlett. It would not be until three years later, that I would discover the significance of choosing that particular name.
 
 Janelle came into the world around about midday on the 15.12.1990. She should have been born earlier but she had her arm around her neck with her elbow sticking out. The answer is yes, it was very painful and that last stage where they say 'one more push' lasted over an hour. But nevertheless our little princess was born to add to our growing collection of gorgeous little munchkins and the intense labour had been worth it, as she was absolutely perfect.
 
On visiting the hospital's baby nursery during the following days I noticed a newborn baby boy, whose face was very disfigured. He looked like he had been punched in the eye and the right side of his face was bruised and swollen. My heart was saddened as I took in his tiny features and my curiosity grew wanting to know what was wrong with him. I asked the nurse what had happened and she explained that he had just come out the wrong way, bumped his little face and all that swelling and bruising would soon disappear. I felt sorry for the parents having their little boy look like that for his first photos, but was pleased to find out he would soon look normal again.... but then again, what defines 'normal?'. However looking back now, I believe this encounter was not coincidental, it was God preparing me for what I would soon have to face and He was letting me know things would eventually be alright. As I went back to the ward and held my adorable newborn baby girl, swaddled safely in a pink blanket sleeping peacefully, I was blissfully unaware that I had just hopped on a huge rollercoaster ride!
 

A Mothers Hope: PART TWO - Has Hope left?

March 02, 2018

PART TWO:

Some days it really is a sacrifice to offer praise and thanks for our present situation. When we are stumbling, tired, and scared, God seems distant, and a grateful heart is the last thing on our mind.

1 Chronicles 16:34 - Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love endures forever.

Upon leaving the hospital after the birth of my third baby, I found myself sitting on a bucket in a small kitchen, surrounded by ladies from our local church.... It was moving day. The loss of our idyllic property had been stressful but I tried to stay positive knowing that family was way more important than possessions and as long as we had each other and our health, things would be fine. I have to admit it was hard though, going home to a tiny two bedroom cottage with an open fire place for heating and just a 1/4 of an acre of yard for our children and animals to play. 

However, we settled in and about three weeks after Janelle was born I noticed that she had what I thought was conjunctivitis and a tiny lump in her right cheek the size of a small pea. So off we went to our local doctor who told me not to be concerned, gave me some eye cream and said the lump was a small cyst that would disappear in time. The next Sunday during church I was still concerned and a friend said I should take her to the doctor immediately. I saw a different doctor this time and to my surprise he told me the take her to the Children's Hospital in the city! It was kind of surreal because I actually double checked with him the importance of it, mainly because it was 'once a month' Family Fellowship Sunday at church. This was where we all brought meals and dessert to share it after the service in a wonderful time of fellowship and food.... I really loved Fellowship Sunday!! I can't remember the name of the Doctor, however I remember his words, he said 'if she was my baby, I would be taking her now, I have never seen this before.'

Upon arriving at the hospital we were sent to the casualty department, where there were lots of people waiting - being that it was school holidays. Every kid and his friend had a broken arm, leg or a temperature. After a long wait we got to see the doctor, the lowly intern, then we saw another doctor, then another, then another, then another!!! Eventually we had a world renowned paediatrician ordering catscans, X-rays and a bed on the fifth floor. This was actually the burns unit but because beds were scarce, that was the doctors only choice. Sitting in that ward was one of the most confusing, surreal times of my life, my friend that had traveled in with me had gone home and I felt so alone. As I had walked down the corridor to get to our room, I saw severely burnt children floating on water beds in isolation wards, seen the faces of their distressed parents and the hard working nurses dressed in white gowns and masks changing bandages. Now I sat next to a little metal cot staring around the room holding my precious baby girl tightly in my arms. Opposite me was a five month old little boy who had three rows of stitches that stretched from one side of his head to the other. He also had a paralyzed voice box, so when he cried he sounded like a duck squawking. His cot was covered in plastic to keep things sterile to give him a chance to recover. The next bed had a young girl in it who had been thrown through the windscreen during a car accident with her mother. Next to her was a child having her third cleft palate operation, and next to our cot was a girl that I couldn't look at for very long, yet kept looking back a minute later. She was disabled, about 12 years old, and had her neck bandaged with tubes draining from it. Blood and pus oozed out from under those bandages and she was distressed and crying most of the time.

 

No one really spoke to me that night, or maybe they did but that feeling of being scared and alone now overshadows it.My thoughts at the time was, 'this is a mistake, my baby isn't sick, she's perfect, we don't belong here'. Yet the paediatrician words kept ringing in my ears, he had said, 'your babies condition is going to get a lot worse'.....and it did. My grateful heart was about to be tested.

A Mothers Hope: PART THREE - In need of hope.

March 04, 2018

PART THREE:

You know how sometimes you start on a journey of perils and trials, yet you are oblivious that it has even begun..... That was the denial I was facing, sitting in that hospital ward.

Isaiah 41:13 - For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear, I will help you.

After a rough first night, what I was hoping would be our only night in the Children's Hospital, many tests were done the next day to confirm the doctors suspicions. I remained at my precious baby's side, determined to be with her for whatever they needed to do. I remember one procedure, that even now, 27 years later, brings tears to my eyes at the helplessness I felt at the time. Janelle had to have blood drawn for multiple testing and we were taken to a small room at the end of the ward, I distinctly remember it was the last room on the left hand side. It basically just had a steel surgical table and a few trolleys, cupboards and benches, stacked with needles, syringes, bandages etc. From memory it also had oxygen and CPR equipment. I placed Janelle on the table and the nurse strapped her arm down so she would keep still.... she started to cry. I tried talking to her hoping to soothe her but as the the needle broke through Janelle's delicate skin, her crying became worse. I could have coped with just that but the nurse couldn't find a vein, so she tried again only to be unsuccessful. Another nurse was then called and they tried twice more, by this stage Janelle's screams could be heard out in the corridor and I was starting to get distressed as well. Still no vein was found. I was beginning to panic but I was a bit shy and insecure back then and easily bossed around by others. The nurse refused my request to pick Janelle up and comfort her and after the fourth attempt she just abruptly said 'well we will just have to try the other arm!'... I ran from the room crying. It was the only time I ever left Janelle during a procedure and I later found out that nurses are only allowed three attempts at collecting blood and then they must call a doctor. Afterwards, I regretted running from that room and not standing up to those women, but in their defence they were just doing something they dealt with everyday and had become numb to. I, on the other hand, was in a world I knew nothing about, facing my baby having an illness I knew less about and still going through the raw emotions, a mother of a three week old baby feels.

So later that day, after the results came back, the doctors told me the devastating news that Janelle had four Hemangioma- 3 of them being internal. One in her throat, one in her cheek, one behind her eye and an external one on the side of her nose.  Shell shocked, I tried to understand this big medical word that they said would get a lot worse before it got better.... if it got better! Hemangioma is the medical term for birthmarks, which are a group of multiplying blood vessels that look like a tangle of fishing line. The have no easy border, so removing them is hard and Janelle would have haemorrhaged and died if they tried. Also the risk of her going blind was very real and depending on their growth in her throat, she was facing the possibility of a tracheotomy. I remember the doctor repeating that it was going to get worse, as if he was preparing me for what he knew would come. The disfigurement, the long term hospital stays and the possibility of it being life threatening... yet still, in my mind it didn't sink in. He explained that this was extremely rare, especially the position of the Hemangioma, and they were dealing in unknown territory. There were treatments they could try but no guarantee of success. Essentially...... Janelle was an experimental guinea pig.Multiple doctors appointments were booked before we were sent home, all of them at the hospital, so traveling was going to be a big part of our routine. I was bewildered, scared and yet still needing to function and look after our family of five. Most of all though, we needed a miracle!

 

A Mothers Hope: Part FOUR - Hope on the fifth floor.

March 04, 2018

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and even as the Hemangiomas grew, to me Janelle was absolutely gorgeous.... But others weren't so kind.
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Song of Solomans 4:7 - You are altogether beautiful, my darling, there is no flaw in you. 
Over the next months Janelle's features did change drastically. Her eye started protruding, along with the surrounding skin. Her cheek also got fuller on the right side, therefore drooping that side of her mouth. The external birthmark on her nose became raised and bright red and her breathing got heavier. Our church congregation would see her when we weren't in the hospital and they were praying for her all the time, but it seemed like the harder they prayed the worse she got. I was isolated in the hospital as mobile phones weren't around and it was over an hours travel for friends to visit. I often had to make decisions on my own on what to do, so I just followed what the doctors said - after all they were the experts. 
The length of time we stayed in the hospital was getting longer and I missed my other children.... they also wanted and needed their mummy. Their dad would drop Janelle's older brother Ben off at prep and her sister Katie at daycare. He would then go to work and pick them up later that day. Every few days they all made the trip to come and see us. I recall one day standing on the hospital flight of stairs, between the floors, and looking out the window. Down below was the city with hundreds of people going about their business, unaware of the families going through torment within the walls of this old building.  I felt like no one cared, like we were living in a different world.
 
 
 
We now had a entourage of doctors and specialists that would visit Janelle. Our two main ones were Dr Kemp, Janelle's paediatrician, and Dr Elder, her eye doctor. Funny how I can still remember their names, all these years later. We also had doctors come from other hospitals to see this rare baby with the birthmarks. One day, there must have been eight doctors circling Janelle's little cot, she loved the attention! I would sleep in that cot every night. The nurses would put Janelle in a medium size one so I could fit too, if I wanted to stretch my legs out, I had to bend at the hips.
 
 
The first approach of attack on Janelle's Hemangiomas was oral steroids, however this caused terrible ulcers in her throat and mouth. These were extremely painful and before feeding Janelle, I had to put numbing gel in the back of her throat with a big, long cotton bud. However the ulcers got worse and her crying was constant. I would walk, and walk, and walk Janelle at night in the corridor, trying to comfort her, I was so tired and felt hopeless not being able to soothe my baby. Watching the clock became a habit, as I was praying the time would past quickly so the nurses could give her the next lot of painkillers. Soon after that, they stopped the oral steroids. Janelle also wasn't coping with the lactose in my breast milk, so at 3 months old they recommend I bottle feed her.... to say I was devastated was an understatement, I loved breastfeeding. It was just another blow to an already terrible situation.
 
When we did get to go home people were starting to stare at my baby, even going to the supermarket was never pleasant. Some would make comments, jokes or just steer their children away. Unbeknown to me, word was getting around Ben's school that I bashed her. One time, an older lady approached us to look at Janelle in her pram, and asked what was wrong with her. After me going to all the trouble of explaining her medical condition, she went on to say that she thought my boyfriend had bashed her.... she didn't even credit me with being married. I faced a lot of that over the early years of Janelle's life, but God always gave me the tolerance to never snap back at people. I understood that they were shocked to see a baby so disfigured and spoke before they had time to think, I can't blame them for that. I found it fascinating though that Janelle's brother and sister never saw that she was different, they had always known her like that, so it was normal for them. The worst blow about Janelle's appearance came from someone who should have known better, a relieving doctor. While visiting in the hospital on his rounds, and after discussing her condition with me, his comment was, 'you think she looks ugly now, wait until she is older!' He had an English accent, so thinking I had misheard him, I asked him to repeat himself, and word for word he said it again! In what must have been micro seconds, three things went through my mind. First, I wondered if I could punch his face from across the cot. Then I thought I might start screaming and put on such a scene, that everyone would come running. But finally I decided to tell him that the top doctors in the country had assured me that with cosmetic help, she would look fine. However, I later reported him to my doctor, who was very mad and promised he wouldn't get away with upsetting me. Looking back now by this stage I was getting depressed and little things like that were not helping.... in fact nothing was helping. Living on the fifth floor of the hospital was not the most uplifting place to be and each day was a struggle to not suffocate in the grief that floated in and out of each ward.  Yet God had me in His arms, it was the Lord who held me together.

A Mothers Hope: Part 5 - Standing firm on HOPE

March 06, 2018

PART FIVE
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Confidence is hard to grasp and hang onto, when those you put your confidence in, are all searching in the dark.
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Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your path.
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By four months old Janelle's condition was deteriorating and the oral steroids had failed. The next step was to inject steroids intravenously. This meant being admitted to hospital, having the steroids administered through a drip, being very closely monitored for 24 hours, then getting sent home because her immunity was compromised and the risk of catching something in hospital was too high. We then had to stay housebound for six days, had a couple of days of freedom, then back to the hospital to repeat the process. Again it was trial and error with risks and side effects involved. Unfortunately after about four rounds, it didn't change anything, the aggressive condition grew and it was now termed 'Massive Hemangioma'.
 
During this time we had an unscheduled emergency trip to casualty one night. Blood tests, catscans, photos and measurements were constantly taken to monitor growth or possible regression, so while cooking dinner one Friday night, I got a call from the hospital. They had received some blood test results back and it was showing that Janelle had developed Galactosemia. This is a rare genetic, metabolic disorder that affects an individual's ability to metabolise the sugar galactose properly. I was told to put Janelle in the car immediately and drive directly to the hospital or else she could be brain, kidney or liver damaged within hours.... I left straight away and contacted our Pastors, John and Jocie, to pray. I was also praying most of the trip, and was determined to get there as quick as possible. However I came across police, breathalyser testing, and there was a queue of about ten cars. I didn't hesitate when I bypassed the line, drove straight up to the officer and told him I had a sick child in the backseat. He only had to take a glance back there and told me to drive safe and be on my way. At the hospital we were rushed into casualty where we met the doctors who told me the tests were positive for Galactosemia, however they would take blood again for further testing....it would be midnight before the results would come back. I can honestly say those four hours were consumed with the most powerful prayer time that I have ever had. I stood firm, declaring my baby had enough to deal with and she would not have this disease. On and on I prayed out loud, I don't know what the people in the next cubicle thought, but I didn't care. I had had enough and I wasn't taking it anymore! Midnight came around and so did the doctors, with the wonderful news that she was clear and could go home. They had no explanation for it, what had shown to be there was now gone. It was an amazing victory in a valley full of tribulations.

By this stage Janelle's eye was pushed quite a distance from her face, kind of like half a tennis ball was under her skin. This made it impossible for her to shut her eye. During the night I had to set the alarm to put drops in her eyes to prevent it from drying out. More than once, on the rare occasion that I was home, I would promise my other two children that in the morning mummy would take them to the park and we would have a day of fun together. However Janelle's eye or breathing would deteriorate during the night and by morning when the children awoke, Janelle and I would be gone back to the hospital. It broke my heart. One time the ambulance was called because Janelle started vomiting up blood, there was always a risk that at any given time the birthmarks would rupture and she would haemorrhage. Just one more thing to worry about and add to the list of concerns a mile long. Would this nightmare ever end?

A Mothers Hope: Part SIX - Clinging to Hope.

March 06, 2018

Part SIX
 
There is a saying that says that sometimes you have to hit rock bottom, then the only way out is up! I thought we were at the bottom... but we weren't there yet.
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John 14:27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
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By the time Janelle was approaching five months old, things were deteriorating rapidly. We had strike 1 with the oral steroids, strike 2 with the intravenous steroids and yet nothing was slowly down the growth of the Hemangiomas. Basically we were running out of options. Our congregation at our church had been praying all these months and they decided to spend a day fasting to really cry out to God for Janelle's healing. That night we gathered together for prayer and I was able to take Janelle to be prayed for. I remember an elder in the church praying and mentioning 'having to hit rock bottom'. My immediate thought was that we were at rock bottom and God was going to now give us a miracle! The elder then went onto pray that we weren't there yet.... sadly he was right and again God was preparing me for battle.
 
Every week we were either in the hospital or visiting doctors. Appointments with the eye clinic on one floor, the haematology clinic on another floor, respiratory doctors, paediatricians, plastic surgeons, nutritionists, physiotherapists; the list went on. The nurses got to know us really well and loved Janelle, even the hospital staff fell for her. I was growing in knowledge about her condition and had become concerned about the possibility of the birthmark behind her eye growing back into her brain. So I asked the doctors about this. One said it was impossible because a plate of skull protected it and the other said it was a 'one in a million' chance and not to worry about it. In the meantime they had decided to try and inject steroids directly behind the eye, to try and attack the multiplying vessels. They prepared her for surgery and took a Catscan beforehand. So there I was, sitting in the waiting room alone, anxiously looking for the doctor to come out and tell me it was a success. However he came out sooner than expected, still dressed in his operating greens, that funny hat shaped like a shower cap and those little green slippers, he obviously had come directly to find me. He then told me they had canceled the procedure. Another strike! The Catscan taken beforehand had shown a shadow in the brain cavity and they were now concerned this was the birthmark behind the eye. Janelle was now life threatened and could pass away at any given time.
If they injected the steroids behind the eye, that tiny needle prick could cause haemorrhaging and she would never make it out of theatre. Maybe this was rock bottom?
Later that day Janelle's daddy came into visit on his own, I told him the news. He cried so hard I had to pull the curtains around us for privacy as we were always in a shared ward. That evening, when the doctor came to speak to us and answer all our questions, he went to great lengths to reassure us that our darling baby was in the best possible hands she could be in and they were doing everything to care for her. It was ironic though, because while he was still talking to us out in the hallway, a nurse approached and regretfully said she had accidentally just given Janelle the medicine intended for the baby in the opposite cot! Sometimes the timing of situations during trials is just ridiculous! Thankfully the medicine had no adverse effect on Janelle and again we were back to the drawing board, looking for a cure and running out of time.
We decided to bring Janelle's christening forward as we didn't know how much time we had left with her..... it was a lovely day with mixed emotions and Janelle looked beautiful in her white dress and bonnet.

A Mothers Hope: Part SEVEN - Searching for Hope

March 08, 2018

So just how far does a person go to find a solution? Is the ends of the world ever too far? 
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Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
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As a mother trying to save her baby's life, I was willing to go to the ends of the earth for a cure....and I did. After doing some research ourselves, we started to call overseas doctors. One doctor in London wasn't much help stating that there wasn't much that hadn't already been done and to let her go blind or even worse, pass away. So I called a doctor in the US where I had read that sometimes they can remove Hemangiomas, by one doctor cutting and the other doctor would immediately laser the blood vessels closed to avoid haemorrhaging. Dr Wayner and Dr Sun were very helpful and extremely interested in Janelle's case, they were world leaders in the treatment of massive Hemangioma. Dr Wayner asked for all the case history to be sent to them and they would consult with others to see what could be done. I went to the hospital and signed release paper to access her history, arranged a courier and sent it all with a prayer.....then I waited. We had looked into flights to Arkansas, talked about staying with Dr Wayner and his wife and what length of time I would be overseas... but it wasn't to be. Not long after Dr Wayner called me with the devastating news that it was just too late. The swelling that would come after the operation would put too much pressure on her eyes and she would definitely go blind, a risk they weren't willing to take.
He did however discuss an experimental drug they were trying in the US called Alpha Interferon, which had the possibility to shrink the Hemangiomas. It had been used for patients with leukaemia but only five children had tried it for birthmarks and one had died. Janelle would be the sixth in the world, youngest ever to try it and of course first in Australia. It was basically our last resort. We needed to get government approval just to bring it in the country and at $100 a dose we needed the government to pay for it. Janelle would start her treatment at two doses a day, then one dose for about six to nine months, if it was successful. You do the maths, that's a lot of money for parents with three little children and only one income. So our doctors agreed to apply to get it and we thought we had a good chance, as Janelle passed all their criteria. She had to be life threatened, not have any other options, not have the drug available in Australia and have it show some sort of success in the past. It would take a couple of weeks to get an answer and but we didn't know if we had that long.
One day during that time, I was carrying Janelle in the hospital hall and when I looked down she was asleep and all her Hemangioma's had shrunk; her face appeared normal. I stood there yelling for the doctors who came running. My mind hoped that this was the miracle that we had been praying for and God had shrunk these birthmarks. However as the doctors took her limp body from my arms it was actually because she had no blood pressure, so the swelling had receded. The doctor was checking for a heart beat and about to press the code red button, a red light that appeared in the hall when a child had passed and needed CPR. Then right before our eyes, the swelling grew back the way it was and Janelle came back to us and woke up. This happened twice and the doctors had no explanation for me at the time, but in my heart I was preparing myself to say goodbye to my little girl.
Within a short period of time the government responded to say that Janelle was approved and we could have the drug sent to Australia. At last a tiny glimmer of hope! We signed papers to say we were aware that Alpha Interferon was an experimental drug and in the event of Janelle's death, we would not sue the government or the hospital. It was tough signing those papers but I had a strange peace about this decision and after all.... it was our only decision left.

A Mothers Hope: PART EIGHT - Hope is on its way

March 08, 2018

PART EIGHT
 
They say when you are walking through hell, not to stop.... Just keep walking! I was walking, but I was growing tired.
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Matthew 11:28  Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
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Janelle was now six months old and we lived day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. We had jumped so many hurdles, climbed a multitude of mountains and managed to overcome everything thrown at us. But with every new morning you didn't know what the day would bring, would it be a valley or a summit? Patients came and went, parents would pass the time chatting then leave, we always seemed to be left behind still living at the hospital. I tried to remain positive by thinking there was always someone on that children's ward who was worse off then we were and I would try to pray for other children as well as my own.
One day a mother arrived and her baby was in the cot opposite. I quietly assessed her darling, little, sleeping angel from the other side of the room and decided they were worse off than us. He was about four months old and his head was shaped like a light bulb, almost alien-like due to fluid swelling his brain. How awful for that mother as his life was obviously threatened too. I heard the nurses discussing other heart and organ conditions that just couldn't be cured. I basically was sad for how he looked and the prognosis for his life. He was much worse off than us and we were blessed. Later that day his mum and I got talking and too my surprise she confessed to sitting there thinking the opposite! How we were much worse off than them. She had come to this conclusion due to the fact that she could hide his disfigurement with a hat, but I could not hide Janelle's face. We decided we were both blessed because our babies were gorgeous. Parents are very vulnerable in the isolated world called hospital, and sometimes the stress can do strange things to people.
 
With the Alpha Interferon on a flight of hope to Australia, my anticipation was growing to see the end of this horrible journey I was on. In the corridor outside my room was a pay phone and occasionally I would call a friend to share the latest news, catch up on town news and basically feel less lonely for a little while. Visitors were rare but my parents were making the trip in to spend some time with us. My mother had just gone through cancer of the thyroid recently, so it was lovely to get to see them. After their arrival we went to the downstairs cafeteria for lunch together, I took Janelle with me so they could spend time with their granddaughter. While we were eating a woman approached us and asked about Janelle's condition, questioning if they were Hemangiomas. She went on to say her young son was in the hospital and had Hemangiomas in his stomach area. She told us how her Doctors were getting a drug from America called Alpha Interferon and that it was experimental. To say I was blown away is definitely an understatement, why didn't my doctors know there was another child with the same condition as my daughters in the hospital. Why didn't they tell me that he was also about to try this experimental drug. My doctors should have been talking to their doctors! After some discussion we exchanged ward and room numbers, and the lady returned to her table. Wow, I had finally found someone who could relate to what we were going through. I walked up to the counter to take our plates back and noticed that the women approached my parents and chatted for a few more minutes. When I returned to the ward after mum and dad had left, I called by to visit the lady once again, however she or her child wasn't there. Thinking that I got the ward number incorrect I went downstairs to the foyer and asked them to search the hospital for this little boy.... there was no record of another child with Hemangiomas. Back on the ward I told the nurses and they investigated a bit themselves and came up with nothing, so security was alerted. The concern now was that Janelle was in risk of danger and a security guard was placed on the ward. The next day the mystery was solved and the matron came and told me this woman was actually on my ward and had been planning on taking Janelle! Her baby was severely disabled from a near drowning and she had overheard all Janelle's medical information while I was talking on the pay phone. Later my parents told me she had asked what Janelle was like with strangers and if she was a happy baby.
 
Praise God there was a flight on its way with my hope of a cure on board.... because there wasn't much more I could take.

A Mothers Hope: PART NINE - A Vial of Hope

March 12, 2018

There is always a battle between believing for a miracle and having fear that you are setting yourself up for disappointment..... the Alpha Interferon was one or the other, there was no in-between.
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Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
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Life was now a sequence of routines because that is how a hospital functions. Wake up at a set time, breakfast, doctors rounds, bath Janelle, go for a walk, lunch, read a magazine, have a cup of tea, do some knitting, maybe another walk, doctors rounds again, dinner and then settle in for the night. Janelle being life threatened, rarely got to go home and I didn't get to see the other children much. Occasionally I would have them with me for a few days and stay across the road at Ronald McDonald House at night but keeping them amused in the confines of a hospital ward and looking after a sick baby was very difficult, so it didn't happen much. With the hope of this experimental drug on the way, I had come to a peace about Janelle's life and my newly found relationship with God.  I clearly remember praying to Him and saying that no matter if Janelle lived or died, I would be grateful for the time I had with her and would not blame Him for taking her from me. I believe sometimes to find peace you have to let go. This was not defeat by any means, but an acceptance that dissolved the constant fear that plagued me. Those fears were not only about her passing away but also about what she would look like if she lived. People can be so cruel to those that look different, how disfigured would she be in her teenage years? Plastic surgeons would occasionally visit us on the ward and I recall a specialist one day telling me that Janelle would probably need quite significant plastic surgery. This would involve cutting her around the hairline from one ear to the other. They would then peel down her face to be able to make the corrections. Being told that gave me hope and reassurance that they could help her appearance in the future but the procedure terrified me at the same time.
Doctors were also very concerned about Janelle's eyesight. Her right eye was now protruding about three centimetres from her face (photo of XRAY shows distance the eye was) and the optic nerve was overstretched the same distance. They weren't even sure how much sight she had left in that eye.
Babies under the age of six months learn to use both eyes in unison, but with the Hemangioma altering her eye function, doctors weren't sure if this was happening. So at least once a day, I had to patch Janelle's good eye so as to make her use her bad eye and strengthen it. This also involved putting her arms in tiny splints that fastened with velcro. This was because Janelle quickly learnt to reach up and pull her patch off, so the splints stopped that because she couldn't bend her elbows. Although this whole routine in time showed us that there probably wasn't much sight there, due to the fact that Janelle would quickly fall asleep.... after all, she was bored not seeing anything. 
To this day Janelle is legally blind in her right eye and it was a blessing that her brain never learnt to use both eyes in unison and therefore it was programmed to ignore what her right eye is seeing. I am also grateful that Janelle was too young to remember anything they did to her as a lot of it would have been painful. 
Janelle's breathing was getting more laboured and there was a risk that she was not getting enough oxygen to the brain. This would cause brain cells to die and leave her disabled. They needed to know if she needed to be on oxygen full time or have a tracheotomy. To test this they decided to stick a tiny camera up her nose and partly down her throat. It took several attempts to get it in and Janelle screamed as it would have been painful. I hated agreeing to put her through procedures that caused her pain, she had enough to deal with and didn't need more. I can't recall how long the Alpha Interferon took to get to Australia, but finally it arrived. A day or so was taken to prepare a plan to administer it, then we were ready to roll! The first time they injected her with it was totally new territory for the doctors. A nurse sat by Janelle's cot to monitor any reactions..... this moment truly could have swung either way.....joy or devastation!

A Mothers Hope: PART TEN - Rebuilding Hope

March 12, 2018

They say patience is a virtue, yet it is definitely not one of my better qualities. I wanted things to happen in my timing but God had prearranged everything to His timing.
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Psalm 27:14 Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord.
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Janelle's first few days being injected with an experimental drug called Alpha Interferon, were nerve wracking to say the least. 'Peace ' is such a weird emotion, it can be with you one minute, bathing you in warmth and positive thoughts and then can be snatched away the next minute, leaving behind doubt and a terrible hollow feeling. Those feelings actually stayed with me for many years as not only were there immediate dangers with using this drug, but the long term effects were also not known. Janelle was only the sixth child in the world to try it and a very rare case with her hemangiomas. It wasn't like I could talk to twenty other parents and compare notes. I did however somehow get in contact with a mother of a boy called Daniel, they lived in Sydney. He had spent the first five years of his life on what she called 'the wall'. Basically this was in ICU hooked up to equipment that kept him alive. He had massive hemangiomas that were threatening his vital organs in his abdomen. Daniels mother wrote a book entitled 'Daniel' and she would encourage me occasionally on the phone during our dark days at the hospital. A few years later I was saddened to find out that the hemangioma in Daniels abdominal area eventually took his life. He was 14 and fell over at a birthday party, somehow this triggered the birthmarks to grow again and from memory might have crushed his lungs. I asked our doctors if this could happen to Janelle also and they said that there are lots of different types of birthmarks and hopefully we didn't have the same type.
However that fear hovered over me and for a long time I felt like I had only been blessed with Janelle for a certain amount of years and she would pass away during her childhood. It was an unwarranted fear but sometimes it was hard to shake, I suppose going through what we did had to leave a person with some aftermath. In that first week, after making sure that Janelle was having no adverse effects, I had to learn how to inject her before we could go home. A nurse turned up at the ward one morning with an orange, she had multiple spare needles and we sat down to a lesson in inter-muscular administration of a drug. First I had to learn to draw the needle up with water and tap the needle to expel air bubbles. Then at the right angle, I had to insert the needle into the orange, drawback the syringe to make sure I wasn't in a pretend vein and then slowly squirt the water into the orange. I had to practice lots that day because the following morning I would have to inject Janelle. To this day I am quite competent with injecting into the muscle and I can even do it intravenously and I sometimes need to apply this to horses. However I really don't like it because of the memories that are attached.
I can't remember the first time I injected Janelle, but I do recall it the drug had to be kept cold and administered at the same time everyday. Sometimes this meant that I had to take it with me in an Esky. Once of my most vivid memories was injecting her each week at Pastor Jocie's house during women's bible study. We would lay her on the kitchen bench and Jocie would hold her leg still. The top of the thigh was the best place to inject as they were chubby. Janelle was now over six months and quite aware of the routine that happened daily, she would often cry knowing what was about to take place. For a month or two they increased the Alpha Interferon to twice a day to really attack the growth. I suppose even now some of those women at that bible study would remember helping with Janelle. Although I often felt alone in that hospital, I knew I wasn't. There was our family, friends, church and community all praying for our little baby to get better. Now it was just a matter of time......waiting to see.

A Mothers Hope: Part Eleven - Shared Hope

March 15, 2018

Many people have stories of trials and tribulations in their life..... They are hidden in their hearts and rarely surface. I am blessed to have been able to share this testimony with you.
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1 Peter 3:15 But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.
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Life after the Alpha Interferon arrived is a bit of a blur now. I am sure that there were weekly visits to the hospital, appointments with specialists and the trials of fitting into the routine back home with the other children. I think it was about four weeks later that the doctors told us that the drug seemed to be working and the birthmarks were shrinking.
Graphs, photos, Catscans and charts had been recorded since Janelle's first arrival in casualty at three weeks old. Janelle was nearly eight months old when we visited the hospital and I was shown these records. The graph is what I recall the most, it showed an rapid incline of growth, then slowed down steadily levelling out, then had the decline after the Interferon. I was fascinated that the levelling out had started soon after the time our church had fasted and prayed. Had God heard our cries and slowed, then stopped the growth back then? I believe He did. As the Hemangiomas decreased, Janelle was featured in medical magazines, articles and discussed at conferences around the world. One of those articles I still have.
Being hospitalized and having medical procedures never seemed to have an adverse effect on her early years and social skills, in fact I think it was the opposite. As a toddler Janelle would gravitate to men, often climbing up onto strangers laps or asking men to pick her up before I could stop her. I remember one visit to the local doctors surgery. In a waiting room full of children and mothers, Janelle headed straight to the corner, bypassing the toys and climbed up on an old gentlemen's lap. I believe her love of men was because of all the doctors attention she had received over those months in hospital.Slowly her Hemangiomas shrunk over the coming months, she may have been injected for six or seven months before they felt they had it under control. Gradually some of my fears were dissolving. Being at home now, I was under the impression that our small town of Healesville knew about Janelle's condition, but when she was eighteen months old, I was in for a rude shock. While shopping in a local gift store, Janelle was playing on some stairs, just three steps that dropped to a separate level. The lady working there was quick to tell me to remove my child from the stairs, as she looked like she had already been hurt. The accusing tone in her voice indicated that she believed that I had hurt Janelle. I left the shop and went straight down the road to the local newspaper, where I asked them if they would do an article on Janelle to clear up any misconceptions. They had asked me to print Janelle's story when she was six months old, but because we didn't know if Janelle would live, I declined. So they agreed to do the story and Janelle was featured in the local newspaper and also the New Idea magazine..... I still have both the articles
Over the next 3-4 years we still visited the hospital regularly and Janelle had only one operation to lower her eye so it was in line with her good eye. All the talk of extensive plastic surgery never eventuated and basically as Janelle got older it got harder to see that she had ever been so disfigured at all. I think the greatest sign God gave me that He had always been in control over the time of Janelle's illness, was her name. I mentioned in chapter one that her name was seen in the back of a newspaper, an unusual name, hardly ever heard in Melbourne. We three years later I was in a Christian Store and saw a book on the shelf of baby's names. I found the name Janelle and looked up her scripture.
When I saw her name I started to cry, standing right there in the store. God knew that if Janelle grew up still with the hemangiomas, it would concern her. It would affect her life greatly to look like that. Would she have ever married and had her beautiful family? However God did not forsake the works of His hands.... He did not forsake my precious little baby girl... Janelle Kylie Bartlett! ......My beautiful blessing...... My hope
Psalm 138:8
The LORD will perfect that which concerns me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.

It seems like a lifetime ago.