Monday, May 24, 2010

He is no longer a pre-teen!

My brother (who I lovingly refer to as Bubba) is 13 now!  Thirteen!  Holy cow Batman...where does the time go?  Not to get all mushy but I remember the day that you were born Bubba.  I was in 5th grade.  It was a Friday...but a very special one; because it was your birthday & because we had "Colonial Day".  I was torn between getting to go to school & participating in the festivities of Colonial Day & dressing up like a Pilgrim, making candles & apple juice & bread the old fashioned way, and many many more fun things that define 5th grade at St. Joachim School.  Not to mention, my love of history has been with me since a young age & fifth grade was no exception.  But, I wanted to get a chance to see you with our sisters.  Thankfully, I have an awesome grandma & dad who worked it out that I could go to school for half the day and then my dad would take me to see you.  Unlike some family members, I had been excited from the get-go about you...but I know for sure that we all could not imagine life with out you.    You were a surprise & a totally awesome one!  You are full of joy, an amazing baseball player & pitcher, goofy fun, have an awesome heart and are very smart!  I love you!!!! <3

Monday, May 17, 2010

Sticker value

I thought that it would be really funny to write about some of the random/interesting bumper stickers I've seen while jogging or walking (to the park) with kids I babysit...enjoy

  • "Gas Hole" located on the gas tank of an old truck
  • "who would Jesus bomb?"... a very interesting political statement & I would like to know the logic as to why this person put a sticker that says that on their car
  • "I'm only speeding because I have to go poop" (which also includes a little drawing of poo)
  • "reading is sexy" ...this was on a car w/ a Washington license plate (because I thought it was important that it came from a Washington car--haha)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Tees for Haiti

Good friends of mine (who've I've mentioned on my blog) have created some awesome t-shirts to fundraise for their Haitian sons adoption as well as Heartline Haiti (an organization in Haiti doing amazing work post-earthquake).  They have lots of different designs and come in sizes from infants to mens to maternity... Check these great tees out!  

Sunday, May 2, 2010


Notice the title?  Does anyone know what it means?  Just curious...any ideas?  I can tell you.  I'm quite the expert about 45X.  It is part of my story.  One of the things that I've been wanting to share about is my story.  It is truly something that is embedded in the fabric of my heart, mind and soul.  This is not normally something that I tell a lot of people.  But recently I've felt this push or inclination to share, to be vulnerable, and open.  Because I've seen lately the good that can come from that.  Let me elaborate...

I was born with a condition called Turner Syndrome.  It is a chromosomal disorder that occurs in females, where they are born with a missing sex chromosome; meaning that usually a person should be born with 46 chromosomes but I was only born with 45.  (Hence, the science jargin for missing your 46th chromosome is sometimes called 45X.) If you are male, your last two chromosomes (your 45th and 46th) are XY; and if you're female your born with two X's (XX).  I however am missing my last chromosome.  This abnormality is called Turner Syndrome because the person who described it was a doctor named Henry Hubert Turner (as with any medical condition) :).  In case you were wondering, this means that I was born female (with all the female parts) have to have the Y chromosome for a fetus to begin to grow male parts (fyi).  About 1 out of 2,000 to 3,000 females are born with this chromosomal abnormality.  Amazingly, my body can function without a 2nd X chromosome (the 2nd one is really only there to recognition of sex...even in females with a normal XX, the 2nd X really doesn't do any work.  I've learned this in my genetics/science classes).  Anyway, it does have medical implications though.  A lot of females born with Turner Syndrome have heart conditions, endocrine (hormonal) problems, physical abnormalities like webbed feet, broader diaphragms, short stature.  I'm quite fortunate to not suffer from many of these, and none of which are serious to my health.
My parents found out very shortly after I was born that I had Turner Syndrome (TS).  One of the tell-tale signs on the probability that I might have TS was that I was a shorter baby, and had swollen feet.  Tests were done and confirmed that I in fact was missing my 46th chromosome.  My parents found out that one of the things that came along with me having TS was that I have one kidney that is shaped like a horse shoe, and instead of a tri-cuspid valve in my heart I have a bi-cuspid valve (meaning a special valve in my heart that is suppose to have 3 flaps to open and close, I only have 2--but the two still completely cover up the valve like it needs to be).  One of the leading & highly knowledgeable doctors with regards to TS was at Stanford Childrens Hospital and my parents chose to have him as my physician; so about once a year we would visit there.  Dr. Neely is someone I will always remember.  He was a great doctor, and someone I look up to still.  He was only slightly older than my parents, but he had red hair just like me.  And he also had a daughter my age who had red hair.  It was sort of a neat similarity & connection to share.  Well, I don't believe that I had much medical care before I was about 5 or 6 except for tests & normal check ups with my endocrinologist.  I was definitely not as tall as my peers but it wasn't too concerning yet.  But in first grade, when I was about six we started the discussion of me taking growth hormone during my elementary & adolescence school years when growth should be taking place.
I remember between 1st & 2nd grade visiting Stanford Children's Hospital with my mom & dad.  The nurse who we had known for a while, Louise, was amazing at teaching us how to administer the growth hormone and even let us practice on her (with a saline solution of course).  The doctors would figure out, some special way, how much growth hormone I should start out taking...then about every 6 months to a year it would be adjusted and increase slightly based on my growth/that fact that it was was working well/and trying to maximize my growth plates still being open and this being a critical time for my body to grow to a normal size.  I remember going for this doctors visit too where I would start taking growth hormones, and the doctors wanted an x-ray of my entire body to see my bones (etc) before I started growth hormones.  It was the summer going into 2nd grade and I had just gotten my ears pierced about a week before.  This was a huge deal in my family because the Ehrhorn girls had a rule (to please my grandpa) that we had to wait until we finished 1st grade to get our ears pierced.  I remember being worried about having the holes from the piercings close so I didn't take them out, and in my x-ray the bones are white (as normal) and there are black dots on my ears where my earrings are.  I've also had to have several echocardiograms to monitor my heart and make sure that everything is still going great with it (which it is) and I've never had any problems with problems exercising, functioning normally, etc.  My mom and/or dad & I would go up to Stanford about once a year for routine check ups and to update my growth hormone regimen.  I would look forward to our yearly or bi-yearly trips with just me and the parents.  It really made me feel special and is something I hold dearly to still :)  Very early on, my parents made the decision that we would only tell our family about me having TS.  It was difficult to keep having to take growth hormone replacement a secret; I still can't decide what I would have done as a parent.  Because it is a whole heck of a lot of explaining to do to elementary school aged friends that could go badly.  Anyway, I also remember when I was about in 4th or 5th grade I started to give myself growth hormones all on my own.  That was a big deal.  And it helped my parents out a lot.  I would only have to take it once a day, but we decided to do it in the evening.  This wasn't always easy to manage if I had a sleepover or if my parents were going out and we had a babysitter.  When my parents were still having to give me the growth hormones themselves, sometimes they wouldn't get to it in time before the babysitter got to the house so they would have to remember when they got home that evening before they went to bed. The tricky part to that is that I would 99% of the time be asleep and they would have to give me growth hormone in my thigh.  I have always been such a sound sleeper that I never (ever) remember waking up to them maneuvering me to give me the growth hormone.  But several times they would tell me that I would talk in my sleep and say things like "ouch, that hurts" or something to that effect.  Sounds about right :)

When I was 15 years old & a sophomore in high school I had one last x-ray of one of my growth plates.  It was almost closed, so after a few more months of taking growth hormones I didn't need to anymore.  I grew to be 5' and 3/4'' and am in the top 90-95% in height for girls with TS.  Along the way, I've also had to take hormone replacement in order to jump-start puberty (which is the case with all girls who have TS).  When I was 17 & a senior in high school, I got word about a TS camp that was being held in Colorado the summer after I would be graduating.  I had never met anyone else who had TS (at least that we were both aware of) and thought it would be an absolutely amazing experience to meet about 50-60 girls who have TS, as well as have camp counselors who have TS.  It was am amazing experience to meet all these wonderful girls.  I've made friendships that I know will last a lifetime.  In addition to all that, we got to stay at Colorado State University for a week, horseback ride everyday for a week, white water raft, swim etc.  There was a wide range of girls with TS there, from 11 years old to girls in the mid twenties.  But on the other hand, it was saddening to see some of the problems that other girls were born with that I was somehow fortunate enough not to have.  And some girls had just found out a few years prior that they had TS and any medical treatment to get growth hormone treatment etc would be helpful but not as beneficial and intuitive as it was for me since I started at such a young and ideal age.  This just made me even more passionate about going into the medical field as it was the summer going into college as a bio major.  I wanted to (and still do) be an advocate for girls with TS & their families who do not have the resources or financial ability to seek the best medical treatment to overcome some of the obstacles that come with having TS.
I am so fortunate beyond belief for having absolutely amazing parents who sought the best for me, and having a supportive family behind them.  I know that there have been many personal, financial and many other sacrifices made in order to get all the care that has helped me tremendously.  It's because of them that I am so motivated, strong, and can handle the hard things in life.  They've taught me from example that it's not about falling but rather how you pick yourself up...and that in order to make the best of things, to be proactive, optimistic and move forward in life in tough situations. And, the outstanding and knowledgeable doctors and nurses that have been consistent in my life truly have been inspirational. I have always had the mindset that I am the way that I am for a reason.  God made me this way for a reason.
About two weeks ago, Steve Carter gave a sermon about how God's blessings occur at the same time that evil and hardships can occur.  And it was just an echo of how I feel about having a chromosomal disorder.  There are many things that have been sucky because of having TS... having to deal with all of this from a young age, the medical treatment I've had to have, still having some physical ailments (like a bad back, migranes and having to take some sort of medication all my life), probably having to adopt a child instead of having one of my own, etc....But I feel like I am in a position where I've had nothing but the best situation for having I am an expert on it and I can do so much good to help others with TS...and my heart is forever changed for adoption and I am thrilled to hopefully have a family of my own one day that God has planned for me knowing that I wouldn't want a child any other way than to adopt.
Phew, what a post.  It's definitely something huge for me to share well as write all of this.  It can come with a lot of stigma (at least in my mind it can...being labeled as having a chromosomal disorder) and can be easy to not want to share in such a big way.  But I did.  My hope is that this post can be a used in order for people to have more understanding towards each other, that it would be encouraging to all, create a place of community...and maybe, just maybe, be a place where TS girls can find each other for the first time and connect (and maybe share stories and form friendships)  :)  Because we are all in this together, right?  I'd really love to hear your responses, questions, comments etc!

I will leave you with this...beautiful & so true

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful,I know that full well...All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be" Psalm 139