tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40591828752172887022024-03-12T18:52:36.805-05:00My Texas AdventuresRachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-41928084357853243252015-01-11T16:26:00.000-06:002015-01-11T16:26:40.910-06:00A New Year.... Prepare for Take-Off!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seeing as how I have failed at updating this in over 6 weeks, this is much overdue. I've finished my first full semester at SFA, so only 3 and a summer between me and a Master's in Student Affairs and Higher Education (yay!!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Polly has been the ultimate rock star as far as training goes. She went to work with me for the last few weeks of the semester and has been great. Finals week got off to a kind of rough start with trying a new medication that landed me in the hospital for a few days, but I was able to still get everything done. I decided not to have Polly stay with me in the hospital though because as well behaved as she is for me, her puppy side comes out in full force with others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For both Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks she flew home with me to Virginia. After 4 flights, I can see her confidence and she's pretty much a pro. She walks onto the plane, and follows directly to the seat row (we typically get the bulkhead row), and laws down by the window. Her small size is a definite advantage in that she easily fits into our seat space. I often get the aww's and asked questions about her, but I still think the greatest complement that people can give is when they are getting off the plane (I get off last), and they see her and comment about how they didn't even know a dog was on the plane. That's exactly how it's supposed to be- seen but never heard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Despite her almost stealth abilities on the airplane, it was a confluence of events that included a poorly-trained wheelchair attendant, me almost falling out of the aisle chair while trying to board the plane, and Polly trying to fix everything and calm me down that led to us meeting a certain special someone. He offered to help as he saw me almost fall, but I politely declined and I thought that was just going to be the end of our encounter. Wow- I've never been so wrong in my life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was on the flight from Houston to Dulles on his way home from being stationed at Fort Bliss in El Paso. We went to rival high schools, I used to ride his best friend's mom's horse at shows, and he almost ended up at Virginia Tech as a student-athlete. Despite our paths having crossed many times before, it was on the airplane that we really saw each other for the first time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His assigned seat for the flight was directly in front of mine, and we talked the </span><u style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">entire</u><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 3 hour flight, and really haven't stopped since then. My family and I went to Nags Head for Christmas, and he spent the time catching up with his extended family, but I will forever be thankful to my Dad for letting us come home from the beach early. We went out for New Year's Eve and the rest has been history.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now though, Polly and I are back in Texas and getting ready to get back to work tomorrow, and school starts again next Tuesday. He's back in El Paso, and 791 miles away (if you think I haven't looked it up, you're crazy). Yes, it's long distance but it's working very well so far, and I see more plane rides in mine and Polly's future. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With having our basic skills that help to mitigate my disability, we have started to venture out to more training on public access. We have spent over 30 hours at Petsmart over the last two months, and between that and going in to work on Fridays- we made the big jump. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We started with my shortest class, that normally only lasts 30 minutes. Well, she sure did get to experience a lot in those 30 minutes! The whole class applauded at least twice, she was stepped over multiple times, and was taunted with a few offers of being pet. Despite all of this, her reaction stayed the same... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SHE'S JUST SO GOOD!!!!! So, she went with me to class on Wednesday evening also. The class was taking a field trip to another part of the building, in the middle of class. (I had not been aware of this because I had missed class the previous week...) It included a rather daunting exhibit by the Office of Multicultural Affairs that included being in the campus movie theater and then moving from room to room down a hallway- all of which was pretty much in the dark. Goodness- I certainly have a special dog to have not lost it. She's not perfect by any means, she still has a long way to go- no Service Dog is perfect. However, she handled herself better than I could have ever fathomed. If I had known more of what it was going to be like, I would have waited and chosen to not take her, but she sure did put her big girl attitude on and we got through it. And what's a better reward than getting to come out to lunch with me?!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I chose to get out of my wheelchair and sit in a booth, so that way people wouldn't even see her or be tempted to come up. Shout out to all the employees at Newk's- they all acted completely professionally, just as they should with all service dogs. She laid under the booth silently the entire meal, and even picked up my phone after I dropped it under the table. </span></div>
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RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-41648811595965339772014-10-26T19:15:00.002-05:002014-10-26T19:15:52.041-05:00A More Formal Introduction- Polly!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you happened to miss my Facebook announcement... everybody- Meet Polly!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Polly, Polly Pocket, Ms. P, Ms. Piggy, Peanut, Polly-wolly- All names that this smart little girl will respond to :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you didn't guess from the picture, she's a Black Labrador Retriever. She's now 10 months old. Her paws are still <b>huge</b>, but she's going to be on the very small side for a Labrador as she's only about 20" tall, and currently 60 lbs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As some of you may know- I haven't had the best luck in the past 2 years when it comes to being a dog owner. The first dog that I adopted all "on my own" was an Australian Shepherd (Blue Heeler). Despite doing what I thought at the time was enough research, and going with the thought of him needing exercise would make me get out and exercise (I wasn't using a wheelchair at this point). Needless to say, we weren't a good match. Through a friend I was able to connect with a great rescue group and he found the absolute best home with a young guy and they go hiking and spend days at the lake swimming. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Charlie found his home for life- a far better one than I could give him- I got Kety. Not going to write a lot, because it still hurts badly and am even tearing up writing this. Shortly after I got her she was diagnosed with Progressive Retinal Atrophy and within months was 80% blind. I had to return her to the agency that I had gotten her from- I didn't have a choice despite crying for days. I'll still always love my Kety-Choo. <3</span></div>
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RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-27684180945559293332014-10-12T16:34:00.002-05:002014-10-12T16:35:20.910-05:00Dys-whatcha-ma-call-it... <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I kind of explained what chronic illness I had in my last post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here's to my witty attempt to break down that really big word!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My invisible friend is a form of Dysautonomia called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, or POTS. In the last 15 months it has been more visible due to it now causing me to be wheelchair bound, but it's been around for a while. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Researchers are still trying to find out why some people develop POTS, but they have had recent success in proving what it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They have found that people who have POTS have a specific antibody that's abnormal, and the more antibodies a person has, the more severe their symptoms. This leads them to the belief that this is something called an autoimmune condition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enough fancy medical talk- the plain of it is that I have this disease that causes my nervous system to royally stink at its job. It can make my heart rate go sky high, my blood pressure go lower than a machine can read, my stomach to decide to boycott food, and for my head to feeling like it's spinning on a turntable. On the rare occasion- just everything seemingly stops and I faint due to not enough blood getting to my brain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why am I writing all of that? Because a certain friend (cough <a href="http://hesonwheels.com/living-sick/" target="_blank">JUSTIN</a> cough) just wrote an amazing piece about Living 'sick'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm plenty familiar with the feelings that he talks about. The people that are amazed at seeing me in the grocery store... </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The people who watch me get in and out of my wheelchair to the car as if it was a heroic act...</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The people that say "I don't think I could ever overcome what you have"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You don't know. Until you are in the situation- you just don't know. Just three years ago, I was Circuit Champion at HITS in the Jumpers. Today, I'm in a wheelchair and can't stand up for more than 2-3 minutes without fainting. I'm also going to call out another friend on here that has been through a life situation recently, Ashley. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My favorite quote from Ashley is from a conversation about a situation in a grocery store where someone saw her shopping and came up and called her an inspiration. Why? Because she was bald. Her thought process afterwards that she shared- Don't call her an inspiration!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think it's really common to look at someone that is facing a different struggle than yourself, and to think that they need help, or seeing them spurs you to think how fortunate you are. While those are both completely valid thoughts- it's the comments that come out of peoples' mouths that can make someone living with any disability- invisible or not- feel like they are less of a person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think the take home point is that <b>I OWN</b> my illness. It does <b>NOT</b> own me. I <b>HAVE</b> Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It might change the way I get around and the way I have to plan my day, but I still get to do what I want to do, and <b>I AM STILL ME</b>.</span><br />
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He has found a wonderful family with a police officer, his wife and two kids about an hour away from where I am in Texas. I dropped him off this morning, and through all the tears, it was very evident how much he will be loved and spoiled. He has land to run and play on and his favorite type of humans- kids to play with!<br />
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So, this is the last post of Max and Me. With the help of a few local breeders, I was actually able to already find another dog. I'll share more details in the coming month, but want to be more sure of it working out before sharing.RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-57124608068586702852014-08-04T21:55:00.001-05:002014-08-04T21:55:44.661-05:00Seven Days of Hospital BeigeLast Monday I headed to the ER for the third time in three weeks. My blood pressure was low, and I was overwhelmed with fatigue and muscle soreness. Well, my Potassium level turned out to be low- high cardiac risk low!<div><br></div><div>I asked the ER physician why this would keep happening. My potassium kept dropping and no one could give me an explanation. He said he didn't know, but would give me some through my IV and could either send me home or admit me. He suggested that I see a gastroeneterologist because he thought it might have been a malabsorption issue. I said that it could take a month to get in to see someone, and this was just going to keep happening- so up to the floor I went. I didn't know what I was in for... seven days of looking at the beige walls of my hospital room.</div><div><br></div><div>First- My new primary care doc is awesome! I've had specialists in the past say how I needed a primary care, but never really had one. I now understand the value- he's the hub of the wheel and was great in making sure that I saw the right doctors to figure out why my levels kept dropping. This was so refreshing since I have become used to always go back and forth from specialist to specialist, now I don't have to!</div><div><br></div><div>Second- Max was more than pampered in his week of vacation from work and stayed with my co-workers who really are some of the most amazing people I have ever met. I am so incredibly lucky to have them in my life right now.</div><div><br></div><div>Third- After a couple days of testing, including having blood drawn from an artery (OWW!!!), a nephrologist (Kidney Specialist) concluded that I am <b>very</b> likely to have a recessive genetic disease known as Gitelman's Syndrome . All of the blood work and other lab tests show that I am a textbook diagnosis. Being someone that has never been called textbook in my life- hallelujah! So I started new medications, and after a couple of days to get used to them, and for my levels to get back to normal- I got to go home! :)</div><div><br></div><div>Happy Side Note:</div><div>I got an appointment with an autonomic specialist in Dallas for later this month! It first looked like it was going to be a really, reallly long wait to get in to see one of his colleagues, but he took an interest in my case, so now it'll only be a couple of weeks!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6E3gw5SmQDo/U-BHrppMp8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HCAJ2z1pk1k/s640/blogger-image-543472656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6E3gw5SmQDo/U-BHrppMp8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HCAJ2z1pk1k/s640/blogger-image-543472656.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hospital Beige... :(</div><br></div>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-31336077388896207232014-07-25T21:40:00.001-05:002014-07-25T21:40:05.966-05:00One Week, One Month, and One Year<u>One Week</u><div><br></div><div>Well, it's been one week since I've been in a hospital. Unfortunately that seems like a record. I am still really struggling with very low potassium levels. I started with a new primary care physician today who was very optimistic about working with insurance to pay for it IV, but was also very helpful and referred me to go to a super autonomic specialist in Dallas. Time frame to get in to see him? Who knows... but at least it's a start!</div><div><br></div><div><u>One Month</u></div><div><br></div><div>I've lived in Texas for a month! What I've learned so far:</div><div><br></div><div>1. It goes without saying that it's hot here. However, the level of humidity is just unreal. After living in Knoxville and Northern Virginia and those very hot weekends of horse showing at Culpeper, I thought I knew heat and humidity. Turns out I was dead wrong. It's pretty much opening the door and being wrapped in a wet blanket each morning. Also, people keep repeating how mild this summer has been so far- as if I didn't already dread August...</div><div><br></div><div>2. Texas DMV must hand out handicap parking placards like candy at a pediatrician's office. Seriously! It isn't that the spaces are few and far between- they are ALL just always full. Extremely aggravating when you need a van accessibe spot...</div><div><br></div><div>3. Nacogdoches Medical Center <b>>>></b> Nacogdoches Memorial Hospital. and that's all I have to say about that.</div><div><br></div><div>4. People are genuinely friendly. This is something I had missed after moving to Northern Virginia. People smile and say hello to each other in the grocery store. For the majority, people have manners and yes sir, yes ma'am, no sir, no ma'am is back to being a part of my vocabulary because it is of nearly all of the students who go here.</div><div><br></div><div>5. I 100% made the right choice coming to SFA. My co-workers are the some of the best and most caring people that I have ever met. In the office, outside of the office- they are all great people and I feel so lucky to be able to be here to learn from all of them.</div><div><br></div><div><u>One Year</u></div><div><br></div><div>It's been one year in a wheelchair. 365+ days. I truly thought that this was going to be a relapse like I'd had in the past and I'd be back walking by last Christmas. Then it was Spring Break. Then it was Graduation. While my health has been crappy lately, over the past year it has been relatively stable. The number of concussions has decreased due to being sitting and closer to the ground. I've been able to get out and be more social since I haven't had to worry about how far it was going to be to the next place to sit down. That's about it for the positives. Otherwise, I absolutely despise it. Accessible housing, having to trade my Rav4 for a Mazda5, trying to find housing, van accessible handicap parking, and just general inaccessibility of the world we live in. </div><div><br></div><div>Here's to the hope of there not being a two year anniversary.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh and MAX!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Poor guy cut his paw on broken glass on a sidewalk this week :( He has been very sad being on limited duty and has been moping a lot in his crate. He despises the bandage that he was having to wear, but good news! When I took it off this evening, it looked much better and he even played around in the living room and it stayed closed. Fingers crossed he can come back to work on Monday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wBdwWZFPZcM/U9MVA_t4MuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BWEAcJ5-T1A/s640/blogger-image-2143998609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wBdwWZFPZcM/U9MVA_t4MuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BWEAcJ5-T1A/s640/blogger-image-2143998609.jpg"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></a></div></div>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-771386111257164472014-07-12T14:29:00.001-05:002014-07-12T14:29:59.801-05:00Church with a side of Hospital, PleaseThat is my initial impression of Nacogdoches Memorial Hospital...<div><br></div><div>I'm not a religious person. I have the greatest respect for religious institutions and all people who choose to practice their desired beliefs, whatever those may be. Where my respect ends is when someone feels the need to impose those beliefs on me, and further insisting on trying to "fix" my lack of religious beliefs.</div><div><br></div><div>This past Wednesday, the seemingly inevitible happened- I fainted at work. Since I'd already had an abbreviated conversation regarding my health with my immediate co-workers, it was hopefully not quite as traumatic for them. I came to after about 3 minutes, tried to sit up with the help of 2 athletic trainers (perks of working in an athletic department!), and then fainted again. 911 was called, EMTs arrived, and off I went to the hospital since my blood pressure was being slow to rise back up.</div><div><br></div><div>Initial thoughts on the ER were decent- they drew blood off my port instead of sticking me (yay!), ran an EKG, and all the normal routine. Then the doctor came in. He asked me if this had happened before, I of course explain yes and that I have Autoimmune Autonomic Ganglionopathy. He had never heard of it before, and couldn't even repeat it back and instead of looking it up, said to the nurse that I had Superventricular Tachycardia and Hypotension. Um... no. Yes, I might have had a moment of SVT and of course I had hypotension (low blood pressure)- I had just fainted! If only my health was that simple, I would have said so.</div><div><br></div><div>He then asked about all of my meds, and then asked if I would ever like to be off all of those medicines. I couldn't decide between stopping his line of thought with a rude and sarcastic comment or just being a nice agreeable patient in the moment. In the presence of co-workers, I decided to be agreeable- why yes, of course I'd love to not have any of this anymore. He then asked me if I believed in miracles- I didn't really give an answer. He then asked the million dollar question that I had seen coming from a mile away- Don't you believe in God?! </div><div><br></div><div>Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! I'll take how to lose my patient's respect for me in 2 seconds for the win! Good grief......</div><div><br></div><div>I answered politely and to the point, to which he responded- Do you mind if we talk further on this? Yes, yes I did. I would like just to get the results of my bloodwork, make sure there's nothing wrong, and then go home. To his great offense, he then proceeds to talk defensively about a book that he thinks that I should read and how I shouldn't find too 'offensive'. For the record- I wasn't offended by any of this; I was more just wanting to get off the subject and focus on the medical crisis I was currently having. Anywho- it's about a mind over matter and what you want can be reality if you just stay focused. He wrote down the title and author on a prescription pad and handed it to the athletic trainer that came with me. </div><div><br></div><div>Are you freaking kidding me? Hey dum-dum! If wishing made it so, I would be out of this wheelchair, horseback riding, and able to find housing without having to jump through 17 hoops to make sure everything's accessible!</div><div><br></div><div>Ok, apologies on the mini-rant. The nurses were, for the majority, great, and I couldn't speak more highly of my co-workers. My boss and one of them, and an athletic trainer went to the ER with me, while another took Max to her place and took the best care of him for the night. I'm told this is a perk of a small school and that nearly every person knew the same night and was sending texts of well wishes. It definitely wasn't something I had expected coming from a larger university, but it was a very welcomed surprise and benefit. </div><div><br></div><div>I've been in Nac for 3 weeks today, and I'm already feeling like a part of the little SFA community. This just helped to reaffirm that I definitely made the right choice.</div><div><br></div><div>Bonus- There are 2 hospitals in Nac with emergency rooms, I'll be trying the other should the need arise again.</div><div><br></div><div>Picture: I was unknowingly sent on the ambulance with an SFA blanket. We take school pride seriously here- even in the hospital! Lol :)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0TRExVWagX8/U8GMtVMrqKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VcqSLk7wq_0/s640/blogger-image-1905975515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0TRExVWagX8/U8GMtVMrqKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VcqSLk7wq_0/s640/blogger-image-1905975515.jpg"></a></div><br></div>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-48918356964821282942014-07-03T23:15:00.001-05:002014-07-05T19:37:52.076-05:00A 24 Year Old Black Wolf<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ALvbWJr2vUo/U7iaXb22b9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RqOIvAQxywc/s640/blogger-image--1051079987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ALvbWJr2vUo/U7iaXb22b9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RqOIvAQxywc/s640/blogger-image--1051079987.jpg"></a></div>Yep, the title says it all. According to a few fine citizens of Nacogdoches, Texas- I am the owner of a 24 year old Black Wolf. If only you could hear the laughing and sarcasm that's accompanying these thoughts.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My roommate's friend: "How old is he?! [Max] He's so big!!!" </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Max is almost 4." </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"24? No wonder he's so big!"</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can we work out the fallacy in the logic of this.... <span style="font-size: x-small;">(psst- Hi Ashley!) </span></span><br>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Dogs do NOT live to be 24. As much as we all really wish that they would be a part of our lives that long, it just isn't the case.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Dogs do NOT just keep on growing the longer they live. On what planet does Biology work like that? Max is big because he's a German Shepherd- it's genetics. If by some miracle a dog did live to be 24, they'd be roughly the same size they were when they became fully grown around 2 years old (depending on the breed).</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now that we've established that Max isn't 24 years old.... the next claim was that he's a Black Wolf. Admittedly, I do not know how I didn't laugh my ass off when I heard this.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was about 2 weeks ago, my mom, dad, Max, and I were all at Walmart getting a few things for my apartment. Max was doing great with walking by people, ignoring food on the ground, and generally just doing his job. A little boy in a grocery cart then exclaimed as we passed by- "Mommy! Look! There's a wolf in the store!" If that wasn't enough, he then rather calmly and matter-of-factly stated, "See Mom, that is a wolf. It is a rare Black Wolf."</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The giggles that consumed my mom and I were so very hard to keep concealed, but we did get a couple of aisles away before we lost it.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A friend asked me how on earth I deal with these situations- </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just Keep Rolling ;)</span>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-19682037058064626182014-06-29T16:18:00.001-05:002014-06-29T16:18:21.055-05:00There's More than CancerBefore you all start freaking out- NO, I do NOT have cancer.<br />
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Everyone now a days has been affected by cancer in some way- themselves, their family, or a friend. It's an invisible monster of abnormal cells that ruins lives. It's indiscriminate in choosing its victims and leaves a path of destruction in its wake. You all know this. </div>
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What brings me to write this is a thought that's been brewing for a few weeks now. I read The Fault in Our Stars, and I plan on going to see the movie too. I succumbed to the entertainment industry capitalizing on "the cancer story" and watched ABCFamily's new show- Chasing Life, about a 24 year old young woman with leukemia. Why? I honestly don't know. But, I did. </div>
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I kept watching, just like I kept reading (which was really via listening to the audiobook). I can't read for fun. I watched Chasing Life while being hooked up to an IV bag of fluids, in my bedroom, in hopes to be able to run errands tomorrow. I still rely entirely on a wheelchair to get around- July will be one year since being able to walk. Max sleeps at the foot of my bed. </div>
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I can't read for fun because I struggle to read anything lengthy at all. Multiple concussions from riding and falls from fainting contribute to that. I'm on regular IV fluids because I can't ever seem to retain enough to maintain my blood pressure. Also, I struggle to keep my body temperature down and IV fluids help me from overheating on hot days. I can't walk because of the crappy blood pressure. I love Max more than life itself, he's my guardian angel. As much as I love him, and as great as he is at working as my Service Dog- I wish that he could stay home and sleep all day like other dogs. I wish he didn't need to be there always for the 'just in case'.<br />
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The reason I found myself so tied to TFIOS and Chasing Life, is because they are relatable. I understand the barriers of not wanting to tell your friends or parents things about your health. I understand the overwhelming feelings of trying to decide what's the priority- work or having a social life. I understand the rarity of finding that one person that you can share everything with, and knowing that they will always be there with a hug or funny quote to cheer you up. At the same time, I understand the need to just sit there and cry because the situation that life has currently presented you just plain sucks.<br />
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How could I possibly understand all of these themes? I don't have cancer. I live with chronic illness. I have Autoimmune Autonomic Ganglionopathy, Inappropriate Sinus Tachycardia, and Gastroparesis- kudos if you think you might have pronounced any of those correctly in your head- it took me months.<br />
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There's a look that the public gives you when you say "I have cancer." It's a look that says "Awww", "How horrible for you" and "I feel so bad for you" all without a single word leaving another person's mouth. On the other hand, in TFIOS, they described them as 'cancer perks'- they are the little things that people might do because you have cancer: going to the front of a long line, get a special seat at a sporting event, or even having a fundraiser for your cause.<br />
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Back to one year ago when I was walking- I still had AAG, IST, and GP (I typically just say AAG as that's enough for people to give you a confused face). They are each invisible illnesses. Walking past me on the sidewalk, you can't see that my nervous system fails in the fight against gravity with every step, you can't see that my resting heart rate is double that of an average person my age, and you can't see that my stomach struggles to function. I got the look that 'how dare she park in that handicap spot. How horrible for her to use her grandparent's tag like that.' I got the look that people assume that I'm lazy. When explaining that I have a chronic illness, at times I was treated with the same stigma as mental illness, and that I was just another lazy millennial that didn't want to get a job. (I love going to school. I LOVE my job.) I feel pressure to not move my legs in public, because I'm now in a wheelchair, and the general assumption is wheelchair = paralysis. I've heard the whispers and had the poignant stares of people having the nerve to call me a faker because I crossed my legs while in my wheelchair.<br />
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My close friends and colleagues all have taken the time to understand this, and that is why I keep them close to me. This is more of a general perspective of my experience out in 'the real world'.<br />
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To avoid more meandering- here's that thought that's been brewing for weeks now: There is more out there than cancer. Cancer is a horrible, life-altering, evil disease. Beyond cancer, there are other horrible diseases of all systems of the body. Everybody has their own battle, and I just wanted to put it out there as a small reminder to have compassion for everyone going through hard times- whether it's cancer, chronic illness, or even mental illness. Just because you might not understand it, doesn't mean that person is any less deserving of your help or compassion.<br />
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More about the great parallels between The Fault in Our Stars and Chronic Illness:<br />
<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kendall-ciesemier/the-fault-in-our-stars-truths_b_5533879.html">Huffington Post- The Truths Behind The Fault In Our Stars</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To wrap this part of the saga up quickly- I have the absolute best parents in the world. My mom cleaned almost the entire time she was here, and my dad (Mr. Handyman) installed another grab bar in the bathroom, changed the shower head, installed a storage cabinet, put up a curtain rod, put up towel bars, and installed lower closet organizers. Also, on Monday the maintenance man for the complex, Kirk (insert fantastic Gilmore Girls reference), came and fixed everything else, and has been really awesome since.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Work has been beyond awesome. I watched the US vs. Portugal game with my new co-workers the Sunday that I moved in, started work on Wednesday, went out that night for my birthday :), and then the whole department had a "field trip" to go watch the US vs. Germany game. I LOVE MY JOB!!!</span><br />
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RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-82019651432716878012014-06-13T15:03:00.002-05:002014-06-13T15:18:42.348-05:00Making a Habit<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remember back in elementary school that I had some teacher that would repeatedly say that if you do something consistently for a week, then it becomes a habit. Well, I'm calling BS because I updated this regularly for over a week, and now it's been almost 2 weeks of it being neglected.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been on vacation with my parents in Nags Head, and Max has been having his own vacation back in Lynchburg with his trainer for a last two weeks of "Boot Camp". I call it boot camp, but really- he gets to play with other dogs, go hiking in the woods, go on field trips to PetsMart, and there's even a swimming pool- he's pretty much on vacation too. I head back to reality tomorrow to my parent's place in NoVA and then pick up Max next Wednesday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since I am just a week after surgery, I still need some help around the house. Max is my shadow- everywhere- and even in the bathroom. I got out of the shower and needed some help from my Mom. I did the typical- opened the door and yelled 0:) She didn't come though. I tried again, but no response. Before Max, my option would only be to continue yelling and wait. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are tasks that I've trained Max on my own and there are others that his trainer has introduced to him. I think it is the mark of a <u>great</u> service dog when they find ways to help on their own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sat with Max and had him look at me and told him to "Find Mom". We'd never really practiced this. Find Ball? Heck yeah. Find a Toy? Sure. But never a person. I told him again, and opened the door, and out into the house he went. He was gone about 30 seconds, but then he came back- nothing. I gave him a pat on the head, and encouraging scratch, and told him again- "Max, Go Find Mom". He went back out and it turns out he realized that my mom and dad were out on the porch. <b><u style="background-color: yellow;">Max went to the screen door and barked!</u> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mom quickly got up and rushed in to help me. I could not believe it. Max has not been taught to bark on command. He has not been specifically taught to go find any specific person. He led her straight back to me. I needed help, and he put 1 and 1 together to make 2 and got me help. While today wasn't a life-or-death scenario by a long shot, he took on the role of being a lifeline and potential lifesaver for me. I was emotional and so proud; my mom was very thankful and impressed; and my dad was just floored at his intelligence. Max? He wanted to know where his lunch was. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As if that wasn't more than enough- we also went to a <i>packed</i> Target where he was called a seeing-eye dog (LOL), hid stealthily under a clothing rack to stay out of the aisle as a cart passed within inches, and for one great mom- helped her teach her very young daughter about service dogs and how they are highly trained and there was no reason to fear him (even though Max was at least 3x her size). If that wasn't enough, we took advantage of Staples being empty, when we went in to run an errand, as a training opportunity, and the staff there was great.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah, it was an amazing and very big day for Max and Me.</span>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-26644149499894478112014-05-31T15:13:00.001-05:002014-05-31T15:13:52.711-05:00Office supplies anyone? :)<div>Max has had one of the best days EVER- more later...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G2j6EMNDAqM/U4o3_sLjtzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3gh_UdFY6U0/s640/blogger-image-1682665209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-G2j6EMNDAqM/U4o3_sLjtzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3gh_UdFY6U0/s640/blogger-image-1682665209.jpg"></a></div></div>RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-45999463338398902362014-05-29T13:00:00.000-05:002014-05-29T13:00:05.064-05:00Step 3: I'm Moving Where???<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stephen F. Austin State University</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's a really long name for a university that everyone that's familiar with it calls SFA. When I tell people in Virginia where I'm going my scripted answer has become "Stephen F. Austin in Texas". There are 3 typical responses:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Problem: SFA is in Nacogdoches, Texas. I don't expect people to know that considering I had to Google the name of it to find out what state it was in...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Are they that tiny school that upset VCU in the tournament?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I haven't heard this as much since it is farther past March, but yes. SFA was a 12 seed and VCU was a 5 seed- SFA pulled off the upset to win in overtime. Unfortunately, they lost in the next round to #4 UCLA. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I had to compare it to a Virginia university- it's like James Madison. It started out as a college that was founded to educate women on how to be teachers. Because of this, it still has a female majority and they are known for their education and nursing programs, but also their business program.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I flew out and spent a long weekend there in April. It is a college town (for the most part- to be explained more later) and the staff was all great and very welcoming. We went on a tour of campus, and I was able to push myself the entire time without assistance. The land is flat! At Virginia Tech, I was always driving to each class because of the terrain being so hilly it was either too steep for me to push myself uphill, or I would be reaching the speed of light if I attempted to go downhill. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could go on and on about why I have chosen to pick up and move 16 hours away to somewhere that I have no family or currently any friends in the area, but that's really all I have to write about until I move at the end of June, so that's it for today.</span><br />
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RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-5067988433859507232014-05-22T11:55:00.000-05:002014-05-22T13:45:13.432-05:00Step 2: Medical Clearances... Bleh<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not really sure if I'm going to keep up with the "Steps" format for this blog, but for now it seems to work...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before making the big move, I have to wrap up the working relationships I have with doctors from this area and transfer all of that information to new doctors that will be within actual helping proximity. It was agreed upon that I should go on ahead and have at least two surgeries done before the whole doctor switch-a-roo happens. So- Tomorrow! I had one last consult with the surgeon on Tuesday, and I'm having my gallbladder removed and a port-a-cath put in. This isn't my CarePages, so I'm going to try and avoid this getting all medical and detailed, but hopefully this will be all I need to have done (as far as surgery) for the immediate future. I knew this month before moving was going to fly by really fast, but this seems like warp speed.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second step- Surgery tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Edited to add more Max pictures per request ;) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(I see how it really is...)</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">He found himself quite handsome to look at in the fitting room mirror </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">at Kohl's while I was trying on some new clothes for Texas.</span></div>
RachelHubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076603542414639884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059182875217288702.post-15160573389078875012014-05-19T14:45:00.003-05:002014-05-22T11:47:59.964-05:00Step 1: Thank You<div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline: none 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After having 4 different people suggest it, I’m going to attempt to keep up with a blog about the next year of my life- Max transitioning into working full-time with me, moving to Texas, starting graduate school, and being a Graduate Assistant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First step- A thank you to everyone at Virginia Tech who are a very large part of the reason that I have gotten this far…</span></div>
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