A day in the life part two: the rest of it

So yesterday I talked about feeding tubes in general and my earlier tubie days, and now I’m going to talk about the rest of it.

After my surgery it took a few months for me to adjust to it all and get myself into a routine, but by the spring I was doing really well with my feeding tube! I was gaining weight, I had more energy and while my symptoms were still present they were being better controlled. And once I got the portable pump and could run my feeds during the day, free from an IV pole, I was actually able to live in the real world a little bit. Probably the most fun I had as a tubie on the go was being able to go my best friend’s convocation ceremony. Photo evidence of said shenanigans:

BFF Convocation

Out in the real world I also acquired many anecdotes about pump alarms going off in public and other peoples’ reactions to the whole feeding tube situation. Stories for another time.

Unfortunately my feeding tube success was short-lived. By the summer things were going downhill and by the fall I was in the hospital on TPN. Which brings me to lifeline number two. My central line:

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I wrote several posts during my time in the hospital that talk more about TPN, but here’s a quick refresh. TPN stands for Total Parenteral Nutrition. Enteral refers to the GI tract (tube feeding is called enteral nutrition), the prefix ‘para’ means beside or to the side of, so put it together and ‘parenteral’ nutrition is nutrition that doesn’t involve the GI tract and instead is delivered intravenously. Because TPN is really hard on veins, it can’t be administered in peripheral IVs, the ones you usually see in wrists and forearms. Instead it must be delivered through central line IVs. My central line, as you can see above, goes into my chest and then is tunneled up under my skin, over my collarbone to where it actually enters my circulatory system at my internal jugular vein. From there it is threaded down through my veins and the tip sits right at the junction of my superior vena cava and the right atrium of my heart. There’s another children’s book in that journey, I’m sure! Up close you can actually see and feel where the line is tunneled…cool? Creepy? Perhaps a bit of both.

Unlike feeding tubes which don’t require sterile care but just the same amount of cleanliness you would use for preparing food, because this line goes directly into my bloodstream sterility is of the utmost importance. Basically this translates to a ton of hand sanitizer and alcohol swabs up the wazoo. It makes showering an adventure in saran wrap and tape. Similar to my feeding tube, I can’t feel this line either. It does, however, feel cool (temperature wise, not like “wow, cool!”) when I flush saline through it.

What most people don’t realize is that TPN is usually specially formulated for the patient. With tube feeding, there are tons of different formulas available and different people will use different ones depending on their needs, but my TPN is made specifically for me. I get bloodwork done every month to monitor my electrolytes, blood chemistry, hydration status and liver function and then if any of those levels are off my TPN prescription can be adjusted accordingly. The TPN itself is made at a pharmacy in Calgary, gets shipped to the Burnaby location and then is delivered to me every two weeks. In order to prolong the life of the TPN so that biweekly delivery is possible, it must be kept in the fridge. The bag comes with two chambers, one for lipids, and the other for amino acids, dextrose and electrolytes. Right before I hook up for the night I remove the divider, mix it all together and use a needle syringe to draw up and add two vials of vitamins.

So here’s what 24 hours of keeping me alive looks like in medical supplies:

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Yeah, I have a sharps container in my bedroom…you don’t? And yeah, that’s a lot of packaging and waste, however thanks to my aunt the recycling guru we have found a way to really cut down on the garbage! If that’s just 24 hours, and I get two weeks of TPN supplies at a time, plus feeding tube supplies, you can imagine that storage becomes an issue. Basically this means that I have medical supplies stashed everywhere…I’m pretty sure there are even some cases of formula in the shoe cupboard under the stairs. Oh, and then there is the full size fridge for the TPN itself.

Medical Supply Storage

And even though I’m on TPN right now and not using my feeding tube for nutrition, I still use it every day. I take most of my meds through my tube, either in liquid form or crushing up the pills that I can. Sometimes just drinking enough to take pills can make me nauseous and bloated so bypassing that is a huge relief. Plus there is the fact that when your stomach has somewhat erratic function being able to put meds right into your intestine, instead of waiting hours and hours for them to kick in, is a big help.

So all of that is how it works. But what does actually living it look like?

Well, sometimes, with the right lighting, a well-timed shower and a spurt of energy, it can look like this:

New Year

But far more often it looks like this:

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Lying on the floor because I’m too lightheaded to sit or stand, ice pack around my neck to try and calm the intense nausea, dark circles below my eyes (and actually above them too, because I’m just that skilled). And often it looks like this:

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Done. Just so done with the day, with life, with reality. Ice pack on my head because it’s the only thing that soothes a two-month headache, no energy to keep my eyes fully open. And, since I’m already sharing the selfies that are going to turn me into a model one day, a lot of times it looks like this, too:

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Also done. Hair that needs washing, puffy eyes from new medication that isn’t even working, desperately wishing for a break from my body.

Sometimes brushing my teeth is enough to make my heart race at 150 beats per minute. Sometimes taking a shower is enough to knock me on my back for a day or two. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night because I’m nauseous. Sometimes I’ll be okay one minute and lying on the floor with my feet up in the air the next in an effort to avoid potentially passing out. Sometimes I feel hungry, take a few bites of something, and then spend the rest of the day paying for it. Sometimes I lie on my bed for hours doing nothing, not sleeping but not really awake either. Sometimes I go crazy with boredom because I have no energy to do anything, but enough mental energy to know that doing nothing is boring. Sometimes I cry because I’m impossibly frustrated with my life. And sometimes I yell out, “That’s it! I can’t be patient anymore! This isn’t fair!” and then I slump down to the floor because I know there is nothing I can do but keep waiting, remain patient, and accept that life isn’t fair.

There’s a difference between being alive and living, having a quality of life. That’s where awareness comes in. And that’s why I’m writing this, in the hopes that more awareness will lead to better understanding, better treatments and ultimately a better quality of life. I’m writing this in the hopes that one day I won’t have to risk serious infection or liver failure in order to live. I’m writing this to make the invisible parts of my illness a little more visible.

It’s really hard sometimes, but sometimes it’s really wonderful, too. Everyone can relate to that, I think. At the end of the day, don’t get me wrong here, I’m incredibly grateful that science has figured out a way to keep me alive even though I can’t eat. At the end of the day I’m incredibly grateful that there are still reasons to smile and laugh.

And I’m also incredibly grateful for you, for taking the time to read this and making me, and everyone else facing the same struggles as me, feel a little less invisible.

So thank you! And once again, Happy Feeding Tube Awareness Week!

Feeding Tube Awarness Week

A day in the life part one: Feeding Tube 101

Happy Feeding Tube Awareness Week! The Feeding Tube Awareness Foundation started this awareness week in an effort to eliminate the stigma around feeding tubes and celebrate the lives they make possible. The theme of Feeding Tube Awareness Week this year is “the truth about tube feeding” and the focus for today is education, so in the spirit of it all I’m sharing a little bit more about the medical-y day to day of my life. Today is Feeding Tube 101, and since my life got slightly more complicated when I started TPN in the fall, tomorrow I’ll talk about the rest of it.

Disclaimer, my day to day life is not going to be the same as someone else with a feeding tube. There are hundreds of different reasons why people need tubes, and as such everyone’s day to day will be a little (or a lot) different.

Let’s start with a crash course in feeding tubes. There are many different brands, styles and sizes of tubes. And now a rhyme:

Some tubes are short. Some tubes are long. But all tubes just want to feel like they belong!

But really, there are so many different kinds! Let me decode them for you: G=gastric, or into the stomach; J=jejunal, or into the jejunum which is the second part of the small intestine; N=nasal, through the nose; Fr=French, which is the unit of measurement used to describe feeding tube diameters. G tubes are used when the stomach still functions properly. Depending on why someone has a G tube, they may do bolus feeds, which means a large volume over a short period (much like a regular meal) or continuous feeds, which involves a set rate of formula per hour over many hours. J tubes are used when the stomach function is impaired and the formula needs to be delivered directly into the intestine. J tube feeds must be delivered continuously at a lower rate because while the stomach has a ton of reservoir volume, the small intestine has a much smaller capacity. And to make things even more confusing there are also the hybrid GJ tubes, which have access to both the stomach (G) and the intestine (J) all through the same stoma, or opening, in the stomach. Those are the basics, but tubes can also be differentiated by make, placement and style.

Fun (irrelevant for most people reading this) fact: I have a 16Fr Mic J tube.

Once upon a time, in September and October of 2013, I actually had an NJ tube (nasal-jejunal) which means it went up my nose, down the back of my throat (yes, I could see it when I opened my mouth), down my esophagus, past my stomach, through my duodenum and into my jejunum. Quite the journey really…perhaps I shall write a children’s book about it! Nasal tubes are usually used when tube feeding is temporary or as a trial for tolerance to tube feeding before placing a more permanent one. Here’s what I looked like for 26 terrible days with my NJ tube:

NJ tube collage

I (un)affectionately referred to this tube as Babar. You can see the resemblance, right?


Despite my smile, I really wasn’t lying when I said those were 26 terrible days. I’ll spare you the traumatic details but I ended up having it pulled six days early in the ER because I could not tolerate it any longer. But regardless of how awful that time in my life was, I mostly just shake my head and laugh about it now.

I started with an NJ tube because the hope was that it would just be temporary. I gave it my best effort but my need for nutritional support persisted, which is why I had my J tube surgically placed in January of 2014.

Here’s a picture that shows both my lifelines, my feeding tube and my central line:

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My feeding tube (the one in my belly…duh) was surgically placed right into my small intestine. It hurt, a lot. The surgeons all said it shouldn’t cause any post-operative pain, but I would like them to plant foreign objects in their abdomens, leave them there, and then get back to me on that. It was a good eight to ten weeks before I was completely pain free, but by that point in time I was well underway in my never-ending battle with granulation tissue, a battle that continues to this day. If you haven’t read my posts from last spring where I’m pretty sure I talk about granulation tissue a lot, it’s basically tissue the body produces to try and heal wounds. In most cases this is a good thing but in the case of having a feeding tube where you need that stoma to stay open, granulation tissue is bad. I have tons of pictures (seriously, I have so many) of my poor stoma overrun with granulation tissue and covered in ugly stains from trying to burn it off with silver nitrate, but don’t worry I won’t share those with you! You can look at these pictures instead!

Tubie on the go collage

Other than feeling some pressure from the balloon if the tube gets snagged, I don’t feel it inside me. I do, however, experience discomfort when I flush larger volumes of water. And if the water is really cold I can feel that, too! There are days when it is very painful and days when I forget it’s even there, and so far I can’t figure out a rhyme or reason for that. Here’s a random tidbit for you…oftentimes stomachs or intestines will try to digest feeding tubes. By this I mean that normal peristalsis is taking place inside the digestive tract and the internal parts of the tubes get pulled along, sucking the tube in tight against the skin. I like to think of it as a game of tug-of-war between my intestines and the outside world. Basically it’s just annoying and vaguely uncomfortable, though sometimes it’s quite painful.

Before I had gastroparesis and before I knew much of anything about feeding tubes, the truth is that I thought they were pretty icky. In my earlier days of gastroparesis when feeding tubes were something only the really severe cases required, I still thought that. And honestly? They’re not exactly glamorous, but having a tube? And using that tube in public? There’s nothing gross or icky about that! Someone tube feeding in public should be seen no differently than someone eating ‘normally’ in public. Flushing water through a tube should be seen no differently than someone taking a drink from a water bottle.

Feeding tubes are not something to be feared. Some people can’t walk and they need a wheelchair. Some people can’t see and they need glasses. Some people can’t eat and they need feeding tubes. It’s as simple as that.

Feeding tubes aren’t the magic solution for everyone, as mine certainly wasn’t for me, but they do keep people alive and they help people thrive. They allow babies to grow into children, they allow children to grow into adults, and they allow adults to keep living. They aren’t contagious or scary. They’re real. They’re just part of real life. And there shouldn’t be shame or embarrassment associated with anything that gives you have a chance at a life.

So Happy Feeding Tube Awareness Week! It’s all about awareness, so please, if you have any feeding tube questions whatsoever, ask away and I’d be happy to answer! And may all the tubies out there, past, present and future, bare your bellies with pride 🙂


Clean hair

Yesterday afternoon I had my tunneled CVC (central venous catheter…same thing as a central line…but the cool kids call it a CVC…or the lazy ones) put in. In my last post I said that I wasn’t really sure what it would be like in terms of sedation and pain, so let me fill you in now that I know. Sedation was mild. Very mild. I was completely awake and aware the entire time with no memory lapses or anything. I was quite calm throughout the whole thing, and perhaps whatever they gave me helped with that, but I’ve also gotten really good at just lying still and remaining calm while doctors and nurses perform uncomfortable procedures…tube changes, PICC line placements…it’s all just part of the chronic illness territory. As for the pain, they numb you up really well so the procedure isn’t painful but it is incredibly uncomfortable. Once the numbing wore off it was a different story. I could barely move last night. Besides just the ongoing sharp ache all through my shoulder and neck, every time I moved I would get these sharp twinges. And it all felt so tight and stiff that I couldn’t even hold my head up straight. Ouch.

Thankfully today the pain is so much better! I’m still sore and I’m not moving around as smoothly or as quickly as usual, but it’s all very tolerable. I was determined to just suck it up and do all my own TPN stuff today so as not to delay my discharge. I am happy to report that I have passed what I like to call ‘TPN school’ and will be going home tomorrow!

I passed TPN school. I’m going home tomorrow. I should be satisfied, right?

Wrong. My hair was really greasy and it was really bothering me. Because I can’t get my CVC dressing wet, showering is actually quite a production. And since my feeding tube was all dressed and taped up it would have been an even bigger production. No big deal, I told myself, it can wait until I’m home tomorrow. Except that I couldn’t stop thinking about my hair. To make things worse I kept touching my hair to try and convince myself that it didn’t feel too gross, which then only reinforced for me that it needed to be washed.

I was lying in bed frustrated about the fact that my hair needed to be washed but that there was nothing I could do about it, and then I realized that if I really wanted to I could do something about it. Or I could at least try. So I decided, with my sore and stiff shoulder and neck, that I was going to wash my hair. I am now going to proceed to share too many details about the process so you can picture just how much effort was involved.

Ease myself up and out of bed. Disconnect my feeding tube. Pick up the TPN backpack. Grab a towel from the hallway and walk back to the bathroom. Put the towel on the floor of the bathroom and kneel down. Lean forward over the edge of the tub to see if I’ll even be able to move my arm enough and without too much pain. Stand back up and go back to the hallway to stock up on towels. Maneuver my way to the cupboard and awkwardly reach down to grab my shampoo. Reach down again to grab the Press and Seal saran wrap. Cover my dressing with press and seal. Take braid out of hair and brush it. Bring supplies to the bathroom. Reach up to grab the movable shower head extension thingamajig (no red underline under the word thingamajig!? Apparently it’s a real word!). Cover my backpack with a towel. Wrap towel around my neck and tuck it in shirt for extra security against the evil water. Lean over tub. Okay, phew. Now I can wash my hair! I’ll spare you the details on the actual hair washing itself.

It wasn’t the most painless process in the world, but it was far from the most painful one. Pain aside, I’m really happy that my hair is clean! It was a lot of work, but I’m really quite pleased with myself that I made it happen.

And sure, another day I’ll probably be discouraged by how much extra effort it takes me just to wash my hair, but for tonight, my clean hair is a huge accomplishment and I’m really happy about it. For tonight, my clean hair is enough to keep me smiling.

We all have our limitations and we all have things that take more effort than they should, but there is a difference between the two and I think we often get them confused. I know I do. I tend to be an optimist, but I am also very realistic about my health and my current situation. I know I have certain limitations; I know there are things I cannot do right now. I cannot work a full time job and I cannot eat a real meal. I cannot go to school and I cannot take a trip around the world. One day I might be able to do those things, but right now I can’t and I know that. In a completely separate category are the things that take a little extra effort but that I can still do. Like washing my hair. And getting enough calories into me. The problem is that sometimes I look at the extra effort required and see it as a limitation.

I’m not saying we should all abandon our realities and forget our limitations, all I’m saying is that we shouldn’t be afraid of putting in the extra effort to do things that make us happy and well. If we focus on all the things we can still do, and if we take pride in the things we accomplish in spite of the extra effort required, our limitations won’t always be the focus and they won’t always seem so overwhelming.

I leave you with a delightfully cheesy quote from my grade seven classroom: “Triumph is just try with a little umph.”

My clean hair is a triumph indeed!

I wish everyone tonight clean hair, whatever that may mean for you.