Prozac, 2Q13 deletions, and other such stuff

With so much constantly going on in our lives it’s hard to even know how to keep up with this. With Joseph life is certainly one day at a time. The most difficult part of it is one day you may be thinking…”ok we got this…it’s going to be fine” and the next day… everything is on fire and you are in a scene from the walking dead and are just trying to make sense of the chaos that is engulfing you. One may say that you just have to live in the good moments but when your world is crashing down and you are the person that needs to hold it all together it is very difficult. In May after an extremely difficult and troubling year for Joseph just when we thought “ok we are through the worst” things got worse. Joseph slipped into such a deep depression we had serious concerns that he may hurt himself and had him admitted to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital for suicidal ideation. All I could think was I cannot believe we are back here. Not that the hospital isn’t amazing and the care he receives is questionable but more or less that we had been moving backward and now we were in dangerous waters that were all too familiar. Were we losing him again? Are we ever going to really have any sense of normalcy? Why can I as a parent just not help my child? It was gut wrenching and he was so angry with me. But what choice did I have? There was the real fear of finding my son dead. So there we were…. Familiar but not. Despite the fact that he has a psychiatrist at Children’s we had a different physician to “educate” about the complexities of my son. Let me tell you how utterly exhausting it is trying to explain Joseph and his “condition” to every new physician who comes into our lives. The doctor sat and listened as we tried to explain. After the very long conversation was over he looked at us and said I think we should try Joseph on Prozac. Ugh, oh my god! I guess I don’t know what I expected we had to do something but on the same token all I could think was… another pill… another med? What was going to make any of this any more successful than any of the other times we went down the path of pharmaceuticals? What’s to say this wouldn’t make things worse? After all the medications usually did. Am I making the right choice? Is this what I should do? But of course when the insurance clock is ticking on an inpatient psychiatric stay you don’t have a whole lot of time to ponder such things and I signed consent to start him on the medication and only prayed that this wouldn’t be a disaster. When the hospital was ready to discharge Joseph a few days later we had a meeting with the team to discuss strategies to help Joseph. I went to the meeting because that is what you have to do but in my mind I thought are you really going to tell any of us anything we don’t already know? Well the answer was yes. The psychiatrist came to the meeting to discuss Joseph and clearly he had been pondering he case while Joseph was there. He began to discuss the results of Joseph’s genetic testing from three years ago. It took me a few minutes to have my brain switch gears while I listened to him talk. Several years ago when Joseph had the testing it was found he had interstitial deletion of 127kb of DNA from the long arm of chromosome 2 (2q13). Ok….we knew this but it was determined at that time that they did not know the clinical significance of such a deletion. But thanks to the advancement in genetic research the psychiatrist found two…yes 2 whole studies done in the last few years that looked at children with a 2q13 deletion. How very fascinating right? No. We have known that Joseph has abnormalities that have not been explained and we know the challenges that they pose. We also know that there is Nothing… I repeat Nothing that can be done about it. We search for answers for what seemed like an eternity for Joseph and we now know that he has an abnormality but we resounded ourselves into knowing that it is what it is and that all we can do is try to help him. Now some may say that the expansion of genetic studies may help in providing information but in the end it doesn’t change anything, there is no cure, no pill, no surgery to fix it. On top of all that the study reports that there has only been 27 identified case of a 2q13 deletion in the world. Fanfreakingtastic! So now they have identified a few other people with this but even the study itself cannot provide any significant information that is meaningful in how to help a person with this abnormality. It is such a small population it doesn’t even have a name… there is no such and such disorder. And if you thought it was difficult explaining an organic brain injury to someone, try explaining a deletion of 127kb of DNA on the long arm of chromosome 2. In the end it doesn’t make much of difference. I know the psychiatrist was being helpful and was truly interested in finding answers but all it did was put me in information overload and not change how we help Joseph. We finished the school year in an ungraceful fashion and tried to focus on the summer. This too had its many ups and downs. Joseph was turning 15 and reality of his level of functioning was hitting me more and more. This really came to a head when we had a weekend with family and saw Joseph interacting with similar aged kids for an extended amount of time. To top it off Joseph’s mood improved on the Prozac but it shifted his impulsivity and hyperactivity into high gear. It was exhausting to spend any length of time with him having the same conversations over and over, not being able to follow his train of thoughts or make heads or tails of what we were talking about most of the time because he couldn’t finish saying one thought before he started talking about another. The fixations on certain things became increasingly worse and as the end of summer approached and school was beginning to start the panic came. Do we leave him on the Prozac which is making the depression better but everything else worse or do we take him off the Prozac and risk the depression returning? Without going too deeply into the details the decision to take him off the Prozac was made today. His inhibitions and lack of impulse control has thrown us into another survival mode situation. This too shall pass and we will be ready for the next challenge. I just fear he is getting older and there is less and less I can do to protect or help him in these situations. We are only a few short years from him being an adult in terms of age and then what will we do? I suppose we will figure it out, we usually do. But for now I must try to quiet my mind of all the worries and look at tomorrow to be another day to try again.