Faith Journey, Medical, Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome

Trudging Through the Muck of Life

Trudging Through the Muck of Life

Let’s be real…parenting is hard. Here I am, Trudging Through the Muck of Life.

Parenting a child with a rare disorder like Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome (OMS)? That’s a whole different level of hard. Some cases of OMS are tied to a type of childhood cancer called neuroblastoma. Others, like ours, are idiopathic—which is a fancy way of saying, “We don’t know why this happened.”

One day, our son was a typically developing, healthy child.
The next day, it was as if someone hit the reset button on his entire body.

He could no longer walk, sit, speak clearly, or feed himself. His hands and legs shook uncontrollably, much like the tremors seen in Parkinson’s disease. It was like having a newborn in a toddler’s body—except with rage, fear, and confusion layered on top.


Support, and Still Alone

We are incredibly grateful to have a loving support system. Family, friends, our church, and his team of therapists and doctors have come alongside us. There have been meals, prayers, encouragement, and plenty of tissues passed our way.

But only those of us who live in the trenches with him—every single day—really see it. The raw. The relentless. The moments we never expected to still be living.

What people don’t realize is that medical trauma leaves a mark.
Even as we’ve moved past the life-or-death stage and into what some might call “maintenance,” the emotional and behavioral toll lingers.

And that’s what we’re trudging through now.


When the Outside Doesn’t Match the Inside

Our son looks like a typical 11-year-old. But developmentally? He’s closer to 6. And when a child “looks” typical, people expect them to act typical.

They don’t see the hard wiring that’s been altered by trauma, medications, and daily battles just to stay regulated. They don’t understand that what seems like defiance or stubbornness may actually be overstimulation or fear. That his arguing isn’t about winning—it’s his way of grasping for control in a world that feels chaotic inside.

He can be fiery, impulsive, and loud.
Also, he struggles with sitting still, following instructions, managing big feelings.
He also has a heart the size of Texas, a smile that lights up rooms, and a brain that’s constantly working harder than most people will ever know.


Mourning and Readjusting

There are moments when I forget.
When I think, “We’re caught up. We’re good.”
Until he’s with peers… and the difference is painfully obvious.

And I mourn.
I mourn the “normal” I once knew and have to readjust to the beautiful, challenging, very real version of normal that we live now.

We keep trying new things. Gluten-free diets. Weekly therapy. Natural calming supplements. Educational supports. Consistency. Grace. Repetition. So much repetition.

And still—some weeks are just plain exhausting.


Naming Emotions, Naming Grace

One of the ways we’re helping him process the trauma and learn emotional regulation is through emotion cards. We’ve taped them to the fridge, his bedroom wall, and even put them in his backpack. We role-play, talk through scenarios, and practice statements like:

“I feel sad because kids at school won’t play with me.”
“I feel angry because I don’t like to be told no.”

Sometimes, we sit on the floor for nearly an hour, just naming what hurts.
Sometimes, when he’s done, he simply says, “Let’s move on.”
And we do.


What I Need You to Know

I’m tired. I’m honest enough to say that.
But I’m not giving up. Not even close.

I would choose this child—this life—a million times over, even on the hardest days.
He is mine. He is meant for me. And I will keep fighting for understanding, connection, and healing every day we’re given.

But I also need you to know this:

If you see a mama struggling with a child who “looks fine” but is melting down,
please don’t judge. Don’t offer unsolicited advice. Don’t scowl or whisper.

Offer a smile. A silent prayer. A moment of grace.

Because what you see is a fraction of what life looks like for families like ours.
Most diseases are invisible. Most battles are internal. And most of us are doing the best we can with what we have.


“The Lord gives strength to His people; the Lord blesses His people with peace.”
— Psalm 29:11


💛 Heartbeat Moment

Grace doesn’t cost you anything to give—but for someone else, it may be the only thing keeping them going.

Love more. Judge less.

And if all else fails… just be kind.

💛 If you’re navigating life’s hard places and need a safe space to heal, grow, or just breathe—Circle of Hope Counseling Services is here for you.

We offer trauma-informed, faith-filled therapy for individuals, couples, and families.

📞 Reach out today to schedule your first session (KY residents only) or learn more: Circle of Hope Counseling Services.

You don’t have to walk this journey alone. Hope starts here.

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Faith Journey, Medical, Opsoclonus Myoclonus Syndrome

Scrolling Through the Storm

Scrolling Through the Storm

Scrolling Through the Storm – Facebook Memories from the Fight

Every now and then, I open up my Facebook memories and come face-to-face with the version of me who was holding it together with prayers, sarcasm, and sheer willpower.

These aren’t polished updates or carefully worded reflections. These were typed in hospital rooms, from car seats, late at night, or early in the morning—usually with swollen eyes and a half-drunk Coke beside me.

These are the words I posted when my baby couldn’t walk, when I was being told the worst, when the answers kept changing, and when God kept showing up anyway.

I’m sharing just a few of those moments here.

Because sometimes, when you look back at where you’ve been, you remember just how far you’ve come.


📆 June 7, 2017

“Guys…needing prayers. Yesterday afternoon, H (3) began shaking and was unable to walk. We went to our local and they gave him antibiotics for zero reasons and sent us home. Luckily, I have friends that are very wise. We were told to take him to the ER in another state. We finally got here around 1:30 and at about 5:30 we got a room. Please pray that we can find the reason he cannot walk and why he shakes uncontrollably…”

I can still feel how torn I was. My baby was sick, my Lady was having a procedure, and I felt pulled in a thousand directions. I didn’t know how much more I could stretch. But we kept going.


📆 June 14–17, 2017

“We are home BUT leaving again in the morning. One of his tests came back with inflammation in his brain… back to another hospital in another state for a sucky 5 days of heavy steroids. Still no dx. Sigh… holding onto the Rope.”

“Waiting on dr #572 to come in this morning. Getting ready for round 3 of heavy steroids. Good times had by all.”

“Steroids suck on a kid but good on the infection. Baby is… wowzer… emotional. No walking alone today. His speech is beginning to be impaired… so there is that.

But… my baby took 10 unassisted steps tonight.

This was the rollercoaster: one minute we were breaking, the next we were standing on holy ground watching a miracle.


📆 Fall 2017–Winter 2018

“Please pray for my baby… extremely symptomatic and throwing up after IVIG.”

“My boy is in a lot of pain… prayers for an easy night would be welcomed.”

“Heard the words ‘H is medically fragile’ today by our pediatric neuro nurse… made me vomit in my mouth a little.”

“Sometimes reality sucks… but then… there is Jesus.”

Those late-night cries, the moments I hated the words, the way OMS became this unwanted shadow in our home. But even in all of that… there was still Jesus.


📆 January–February 2018

“Tomorrow is IVIG day and Tuesday is chemo. We will also be retested to check to see if he has any cancer markers…”

“He. Has. Been. Up. Since. 4 am. God gives us both strength.”

“Guess who was granted a wish from Make a Wish??????? So excited. Something fun for a change. Thank you Jesus :)”

“Friends, Neighbors, Countrymen… lend me your eyes. I’m here to announce H DOES NOT have Friedrich’s Ataxia… and as of now, he DOES NOT have Neuroblastoma. Thank you, Jesus!”

The fear we lived with daily was so heavy. But God gave us little glimmers of joy—even a wish, even a diagnosis ruled out—to hold onto.


📆 Random Snapshots from the Storm

“Swaddled H to pull out his stitches. He was so brave.”

“’Roid rage… alive and well today. Does anyone want an almost 4 yr old for a while? He’ll be sitting by the mailbox waiting for pickup.”

“Brother called to talk about bathroom tile. I sobbed so hard he couldn’t understand me. He led me back to Jesus instead of letting me wallow.”

“Well… that was like jumping naked into a nest of iridescent baby ticks.”

Y’all, I survived this season with Jesus and jokes. Some of these posts still make me laugh-snort through the tears. Because even when I was breaking, I didn’t break all the way.

“Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You preserve my life…”
— Psalm 138:7a


💛 Heartbeat Moment

Reading these again… it still hurts. But it also humbles me. Because I remember the depth of the valley—and the One who walked with us through it.

I remember how the prayers poured in. I remember the kids who made dinner. The texts. The hugs. The late-night worship songs. The Coke bottles passed around like communion.

Most of all, I remember the unwavering truth that carried me through every hospital, diagnosis, needle, and dark night:

God. Is. Bigger.

He was then. He is now.

💛 If you’re navigating life’s hard places and need a safe space to heal, grow, or just breathe—Circle of Hope Counseling Services is here for you.

We offer trauma-informed, faith-filled therapy for individuals, couples, and families.

📞 Reach out today to schedule your first session (KY residents only) or learn more: Circle of Hope Counseling Services.

You don’t have to walk this journey alone. Hope starts here.

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