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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Lifes Great!


Hellooooo again to all you faithful family, friends and followers.   

I have been home a week and it has been marvellous.  

In this last week I have found myself being able to do things I have not been able to do in a very long time….at least six months, if not longer.

At the weekend (last weekend) my mum and I went shopping and I walked up and down the mall for at least two hours.  Yes we did stop for a breather and lunch, but the fact remains that I was able to enjoy myself, browsing and trying on clothes that I can’t afford to buy…but it really felt good to be able to do that.

I have groomed and worked my horses…not just looked at them, patted them and said ‘hello’ to them – but really spent time with them. 

I cooked supper last night and had fun making my own concoction with whatever I could find in our vegetable garden.  I walked myself to the garden and looked around, cutting here and snipping there to add to the flavour and aroma of my special sauce.  I was a bit surprised to find one of our tortoises hiding amongst the rosemary and lavender and decided to overlook her for my kitchen cuisine…haha

So it has been a good week and with effort and hard work I am looking forward to improving my lung functions and gaining more weight.  The point in my life that I am today though would not be possible if it weren’t for the support system I have behind me.  My parents and brother, who have always been there, nagging and cajoling, moaning and encouraging, and at times I have just wanted to run away from it all.  The doctors give me the facts and lecture me in the most endearing way, spelling things out in a sugar coated nutshell, but at the end of the day it is really up to me as to to how I decide to take all this nagging and lecturing.  The Bible has many teachings for us to follow and the book that probably has more advise in it than any other is Proverbs.  Soloman was the wisest of all mankind and throughout the book of Proverbs he differentiates between the wise and the fool.  Chapter 12 verse 1 is an example of one such snippet of wisdom, where he wrote under the inspiration of God:  ‘Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid.’  I know that this is true in my life… I have to be disciplined to take my medication, do my physiotherapy, exercise and eat correctly because if I don’t do all of these things, my health will deteriorate more rapidly. 

This last visit to hospital, the first time at Charlotte Maxeke, I met some young adults like me and it was great to be able to spend time chatting to them.  We can relate to each other, we know what the others are going through like no-one else does.  The support of family and friends is so important in our lives, but they don’t fully understand as each of us do what it is that we are going through.  These friendships are different to those I have with anyone else and just as you need a gym buddy or a walking partner, I need them and they need me….a discovery that in my wisdom I choose to embrace…  

So for tonight, this is me Fabulous and Fighting <3 xxx <3 

Below are A few badly taken Pics  of my stay in hospital with my fellow CF sufferer Friend, Juan West'




                                                                        Me and Juan








My attempt at french Plait on Sister Barnard. Lol


                                                         Skype Session with mom


                                                         Pack up ready to go home






Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Define the great Line

Hello My fellow Readers

I am going to catch you up on the happenings of my first week at Charlotte Mokexe Hospital.

Wednesday last week, mom and I drove through to CM hospital for my admittance. The bakkie was absolutely over laden  We looked like a Durban Taxi. I had two big bags which were about to spring open, a shopping bag full of medications, my kangaroo bag, Laptop bag plus my handbag and Ipad. We were most definitely over the Limit in terms of weight. Good thing I was not going by bus :-D But hey, I needed to be prepared, you NEVER know what you might just need

After mom was chased away, I got settled into my room. My new home for the following 2 weeks. My brain was screaming at me, convincing me this must be a mistake, I am not going to survive this. A zombie apocalypse came to mind. But then I came back down to earth and Defined the Line between imagination and reality .

Later that day, all the usual things happened, taking of bloods, Lung functions. I however did not have any needles put in for a drip until Thursday morning. I spent the rest of my day learning the ward, finding out where the medicine rooms were, whilst trying not to get  lost.

On Thursday, Sister Furlonger (very Nice sister, despite alot of assumptions that have been made) decided it was time to put in my butterfly needle into my Portacath. That is when the first blow of bad news decided to grace us with its presence. After almost 3 years of usage, my Port has finally blocked. So in the interim until I am able to have surgery to have the old one taken out and a new one put in,  I am having to be stabbed in the arm every couple days when a new drip is inserted. :-(  
Later that day, I learnt how to mix my medications correctly. I now have a degree in Mixology. Dr Baird and Sister Furlonger said to me yesterday, that they are very impressed at how I am looking after myself and doing my meds. Yay me! Time for a Nody Badge.

During the course of the last few days, 3rd year Physiotherapists have been using me for their exams. It has been alot of fun, yet exhausting at the same time. I am using today to have a nice relax and catch my breath. 
On Monday I had Elisma, and the poor dear was an absolute wreck. She was beyond nervous. I even contemplated giving her some of my oxygen :-) Luckily for me though, her first choice patient was there, so she used him. I am just waiting for their results to be released, and she said that she would let me know how she did. lets all hope she passed.

Even though Elisma's patient was there and she didn't use me, I did not get away that easily. Marilee's first choice patient decided to leave, so she rushed to my room to break the news. She was using me for exam. By the time the examiners arrived, I think I was more nervous than she was. Her exam went off very well, however for me, the exercise she did with me nearly killed me (figuratively speaking), I did a step exercise, and climbed 71 stairs in 4 minutes, if I remember correctly. It could be longer. But anyways. That was that day done and dusted.

Yesterday, was a very interesting day. My next Physio had arrived at about 10am, and her exam was only at 2pm. But Carrie decided that she just wanted to chill and have a relaxing morning with me. I didn't mind at all. Unfortunately for Carrie though,that was not the case. Earlier in the day, Dr Baird had come in the results of my Sputums, and we Finally had 3 sensitivities. The first sensitivty I couldn't use the med, as I had a vial reaction to it in july. It was Piptaz,I think. So It was decided, I would have my stat dose of Keftaz. 

A stat does, as I have learnt, Is a quick high IV run through of the first batch of the Medication. So What happened was, 2grams Of Keftaz was put into a 100ml Saline bag and run over an hour. Now normally Keftaz is run over 8 hours in a 200ml bag continually. So you never disconnect the drip, you change the IV bag.

So getting back to the actual story. About 10 minutes in to the first Stat dose, my arm started itching, but I didn't think anything of it. About 15 minutes in, I turned to carry and asked her if my face was red as I was starting to feel rather warm. Carry said yes, they are a little flustered, but she couldn't really say. The next minute, my arms started itching profusely , I told Carrie and she said 'must I go call the Sister'. I said No, lets just leave it for a little bit and see what happens.

In an instant, my ears felt like they were on fire, and fingers were bloodshot. Carrie looked at me, and I looked at her. We had a silent mutual thought. Carrie dashed out of the room hysterically looking for Sister Furlonger. They both arrived back and Sister F lifted up my shirt and looked at my back. I don't know what she saw, but she asked what it was it? Like a mosquito itch, or a general over itch. So I told her all over. By this point, I could not stop scratching, but the more I scratched, the more I itched! The drip was stopped instantly and I flushed it out with Hep Saline. Sister F returned with 4 Renatidine pills, 2 Antihistamines and 30mg of Prednisone. I was literally jumping out of my skin, I was boiling hot and Itchy all over. Even down to my toes! If Carrie and I were in the animal Kindom, we would have looked like we were two Baboons doing a dancing ritual, hands everywhere, trying to scratch my itchy spots. Haha.

Eventually all the meds kicked in and I got drowsy. I felt terrible as the exam was in an hours time, and I now wanted to sleep. Luckily I was able to catch a few Zzzzzz for half an hour, and woke up in time for prep for the exam. It went of without a hitch, and I was even able to jog on the spot for 5minutes.

I am hoping I will be able to go home in the next couple of days to finish my treatment there. But time will tell.


So now before I get carried away, I shall end off in saying that, No matter what is thrown in my direction, there is a plan for me, and I will get through this. Especially with all of your support.

I hope to see you all soon.

This is me, Leaving a few photos...and Fabulous and Fighting harder than ever \

xoxo * <3 *




                                               My Bedroom






The Ward















Tuesday, November 6, 2012

A long walk to FREEDOM!

Hi everyone, I thought I might update you all with a few thoughts before I am admitted to hospital tomorrow as I am not sure what the reception will be like in my ward and whether I will be able to go on line.

Friday last week was a nerve-wracking day for me, and not for the first time I might add.  I had booked my drivers test...yet again and this time I hadn't told anyone I was going as I have had previous disappointments and to explain  to people over and over all the time is just so exhausting.  Little did I realize, that my dad had actually broadcast to the whole world via e-mail, that I was going, so it wasn't as much of a secret as I had thought.  This time though, I am happy to say, that I passed!!!!!!!!!


      



 Oh the feeling of freedom is wonderful...at last I can spread my wings and fly....no more having to ask mum or dad to drop me off somewhere, I can just drive myself there all on my own.  All I need now are my own wheels and then I will really be independent.  For the time being though I will have to borrow my parent's vehicles, which I guess is in itself a good thing because I will be sure to drive the speed limit...and not take chances overtaking...and keep checking that incessant 'mirror, mirror, mirror, blind spot, malarkey.  Not having your own vehicle gives you added responsibility to your life, because you can't mess up and drive like a maniac in someone else's car...not that I would, but I'm just saying.






I am beginning to understand how age and wisdom fit together, like a hand in a glove... my entire life I have been told I have to take responsibility for my actions, which is not something a 5 year old understands, nor a teenager wants to hear...so finally all this 'responsibility'stuff is taking shape in my mind.  It's not something we all learn at a certain age, and it's not something that we suddenly wake up one morning and discover we have... like chicken pox or the measles... it's something we gather together over time and through experience.







I think I can safely say that I have had to accept responsibility and suffer the consequences far more regularly than most of my peers.  If I didn't exercise and have regular physiotherapy, then I would soon feel my lungs clogging up.  If I hid my pills away - which was fairly often I admit - when I was eating lunch at school, then my tummy and everyone around me would know it.  If I don't drink my shakes and watch my kilojoule intake every day then I lose weight so quickly it's actually scary...so I reckon that at age 22 I am almost a responsible person...  I say 'almost' because there is bound to be a time sometime in the future when I may be just a little silly.  :)  






So for the first time, in a while, this is me, Fabulous and Fighting :-D 
           
                           



Monday, October 22, 2012

Pains of all kindsl

Last week was definitely a very interesting time in my life...other than the fact that because of a major storm we had the previous week, we had and still have,  no internet access.                                 On Wednesday I had an appointment with the surgeon who inserted my PEG, to measure me for a 'mickey' PEG.  It was all supposed to be very simple...according to the doctors...however it didn't turn out that way at all.  The idea was that the tube initially inserted would be pulled out, the measure inserted and the tube re-inserted - lots of insertions there but anyway!!!!!  Soooo the surgeon started pulling on the tube which felt quite tight at first, but the longer and harder she pulled, the tugging tightness turned to pain...excruciating PAIN.  A final tug and out popped the tube with a monstrous, okay it wasn't that monstrous but it felt like it, cup like end on it.  Needless to say I almost broke my mums fingers with that final jerk and I cried like a baby.  Out of a pencil size hole popped this 2cm end and the surgeon looked at it quite bemused.  She was most apologetic and as amazed as me at what she had proceeded to yank out of my stomach.  Measuring was simple in comparison, but it had become apparent that the tube that had just been removed was not going to go back inside me, so she had to find another , smaller and simpler tube to be inserted to be used until the 'mickey' PEG has arrived and is put in...                                                                                                                               The next major happening in my life, was almost as painful...but a different kind of pain indeed.  My boyfriend and I split up....It was all very amicable and we have decided to stay friends, but it just wasn't working out for us.  This has made me think in the last couple of days of the pain that we all deal with in our lives. For some it is physical and for others emotional.  At some point we deal with both kinds in our lives and we all have to cope by ourselves, picking up the pieces in some cases and pulling ourselves together...re-building our lives...moving forward...whatever it takes to deal with that pain.  AND no one can tell us what we are feeling or compare their pain with someone elses because we all feel things differently.  As for my emotional pain, I will heal with time....the physical pain has already healed, just a memory...something that lingers in my mind but I know longer feel.  So next time you hear someone talking about their particular pain, lend an ear and listen to them and  don't compare your pain with theirs because it's not about you...or me... At that time, but theirs.                   So this me, once again, *Fabulous and Fighting* <3

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Saying Good Bye's Isn't Easy

A week ago, yes can you believe it...it was last Wednesday that I had my first appointment at Charlotte Maxexe (or something like that) Hospital.  I was pretty nervous as I always am in new situations, but at least I had the support of my parents who went with me.

We borrowed a wheelchair from our neighbour for me to use as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to move around now.  This simple piece of machinery proved to be a challenging item for my dad to wield.  Firstly he couldn't get it into the boot of the car, turning it upside down, inside out and back to front before he managed to find a spot for it. Hehe.  Once we were at the hospital and he had managed to take it out of the boot, he had to open it up for me to sit in it...that took a while, much head scratching, huffing and puffing - but eventually it was ready for me to take my seat on my new throne.



Our visit was exciting and informative and I am oh so keen to start on this new chapter of my life.  Sadly this did mean that I would be saying 'goodbye' to my family of 7 years at Steve Biko Hospital.

This happened the very next day when I had my final clinic visit at Steve Biko and I really felt very sad to be saying 'goodbye '-  BUT hopefully not forever as I have forged friendships with people there that have created bonds in my heart and soul.  Without the team that makes up the whole, my days at Steve Biko would never have been as happy as they most definitely have been and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for always making me feel at home and well cared for.






This is another chapter in my life that is over, written in my memory bank, waiting for the next one to evolve.  This one will surely be the most eventful one in my life...one that will see me grow into a new person, hopefully, and one that will carry me through to more in my life.

By the way, back to the wheelchair...my dad has passed 'Wheelchair 101' and is progressing to 'Wheelchair 102'...the one where he does actually open it and doesn't make me sit in the tiny gap he manages to squeeze open and wiggle myself in to pop the chair open.  GO DAD!!!

SO this is me, for tonight, Fabulous and Fighting <3 <3

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Birthdays

Hi Everyone

NiQi hasn't written on her blog for a while now and I have her permission to put something here for you to read.  She has had a bit of a difficult time of late, especially this last week, so to keep you up to date we decided that I would share some of her...and my thoughts with you.

Last weekend we made a trip, a 560 km trip to family in Pietermaritzburg.  NiQi's uncle phoned to ask if we would attend a surprize birthday lunch. The birthday girl was my sister, NiQi's aunt - Sara, who happens to share her birthday with Josh...a life long friend who is just 2 weeks older than Nix herself.



We had planned to leave on the Friday, but had to postpone it for a day as our bakkie had a slight technical problem that had to be sorted before we could hit the road.  There was a list that had to be made of all the things to be packed and not forgotten and dad was his usual amiable self when packing at 1am the following morning...it was only a weekend trip, but it looked like we were going for a month.  So at 2 am we were on our way....travelling through thick mist  from Johannesburg all the way through the Free State until arriving just after 9 at Matthew and Jess.

Sunday was the lunch and we were in such a hurry to leave that we almost left without the cake.  This cake I may add, travelled all the way from Gauteng with us, being packed and pampered so that it would arrive in one piece.  Naturally Sara was 'gob smacked' when we arrived and with tears of happiness, we set off to the midlands for lunch at  Old Haliwell.  Sara turned 50 this year, a milestone age in her life...an age that when you are young and setting out on the road of life, is so far away in time!!!!


This reminds me of how so much in life is centred around different ages.
We start at pre-primary at 3...and grade 1 at 6 or 7.  We go to high school at 12 and finish at 17...We can get our learners licence at 16 these days and our drivers at 18.  We can also apply for our ID document at 16 and can vote at 18.  At 21 we are considered an adult...not needing permission from anyone to do anything anymore. So life continues, but for some, like NiQi life is an uncertainty and birthdays are celebrated each year with joy and delight at another milestone encountered.



When NiQi was first diagnosed with cystic fibrosis, she was 6 months old.  The average age of survival for someone with CF at that stage, was 21 and NiQi was considered to have a mild form so with care and treatment...who knew...

The year NiQi turned 9, was a terrible year for me as this was the age that Mark was when he passed away.  Although there was no reason to think that the same would happen to her, it was only once she turned 10, life became calmer for me.

Last year NiQi turned 21 and at the end of this coming week, she will be 22.  This year will be a quiet celebration but next year when she turns 23 she wants to celebrate doing something wonderful and wild doing something that is on her bucket list...maybe make a trip overseas...who knows!!!

So for now...this is goodbye...from me, her mum and NiQi D who is Fabulous and Fighting CF

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

**My "Night with the STARS'**

                                                        'ALL THE CELEBS'
     
So as you have all seen I keep talking about my "night with the stars", well tonight was the night.

Basically, how this came about was, my dad is apart of Afriforum up here in pretoria and about 3 weekends ago, he did some acting work for this advert that they have done to promote this movie/ documentary that has been made by a man with the name of 'Rian van der walt". He is a south African film maker.

My dad was able to score my mom and me an invite to the event, That is how I was able to go along. Now we did have some concerns about my health and how I would be able to handle such an outing. But I think the Lord was with me tonight for the very reasons I will tell you about later. Anyways, I had my oxygen tank in the car if I needed it, but luckily, my lungs held out for 5 and a half hours that we were there . :-)

This documentary, I am sure you are all wondering what it is about. Well it is something very real that is a huge problem in South Africa at the moment, and that is Farm killings. The documentary was about the genacide in our country with all the farmers that are being murdered. it was a really good, HARD hitting documentary and I think when it is available, everybody should buy a copy and watch it. I must warn you though, there are some very explicit details, which might not gel with sensitive viewers.
the name of the documentary is called "War of the Flea".





This is were the celebrities come in. They have pledged to help in anyways that they can to help stop these Violent, inhuman acts.
There were quite a few celebrities ther, a few of which I did not who they were. but of those I did know, there was Steve Hoffmeyer, Bobby and Karlien Van Jaarsveld, Chris Chameleon. Steve Hoffmeyer appears quite a bit in the film as he is an activist.

Chris Chameleon
                                                              Bobby Van Jaarsveld
                                                               Steve Hoffmeyer
                                                                      Not sure
All the celebs together

Now after almost 3 hours of sitting in a rather hard and uncomfortable chair, and after my poor tush has finally lost all feeling, they finally show the advert that they made, let me say, I got all excited when I saw my dad on the big screen, all dolled up and riding a horse like he is in the wild west. Haha, I think my dad thinks he is now a celebrity himself :-D

After everything that needed to be said, had been said, and the evening had been closed off, I waited for everybody to leave the theatre,  because I really wanted to get some pictures with the celebs, as some of them  stayed behind to chat. I wasn't feeling 100% anymore at that stage, but I needed those pictures. Now, I will admit, I am a total Sissy when it comes to celebs, I get all wierd eyed and tongued tied. So my dad organised for me to have a photograph taken with Steve Hoffmeyer, needless to say, I think with my heels on, I was almost taller than him. Lol.

My mom then bravely caught Bobby and karlien van jaarsvelds attention and I had my picture taken with them. Wow, and ladies we all know how good looking Bobby is, even though he is married, my heart still skipped a beat! haha. Anyways, my mom then started speaking to them, and asked if they ever do charity concerts, and Bobby said yes they do, they do one every month. (Now this is the part where I told you God was with me, in making me well enough to attend). my mom then told Bobby our situation with me and CF, and he said that they will most definatly have a chairty concert for me to raise money :-D IS THAT NOT AMAZING!!! Karlien and Bobby both then proceeded hug me :-) it was great.

So, we have all the detail we need to get this ball rolling!! God is SO good! I then got a third hug from Bobby and he said "God is good, he can heal. See you again then at the 'thing'' Haha, I think I almost fainted. I then needed too use my pump and get into the car onto the oxygen because I was so excited :-)


P.S. as mom says: I am insync with the celebs. We are both wearing Leopard print. Hehe



So all in all, tonight was a really good night!

And now for me, this is one tired Lady who is wishing you all a good night!

I am now going to be fabulous and fighting CF with my Pillow :-D

xoxo <3 <3



Friday, August 24, 2012

Banking Detail


BREAKING NEWS:!!!!!!!!!!

The banking details for the Money Market Investment account in the name of the Fabulous and Fighting CF Trust are as follows:

Bank :                          First National Bank
Account Name :            The Fabulous and Fighting CF Trust
Account number :          62371509062
Branch :                        Midlands Mall
Branch code :                250655
Account Type :              Current (Applicable to Money Markets)

If people want to donate anonymously please can they state “Donation – anon” as their reference with their payment. If they want to be noted on our donations register they must please use the reference “Donation – spec” and in addition email or fax a copy of the proof of payment noting their Full names, surname and contact details (cellphone / home phone number) for my attention to:

Email :  matthewl@lucasandassociatessa.co.za
Fax :     086 664 1352

If I don’t get their details I will not be able to contact them in the future.

I would also like to be able to contact donors in the event that our Section 18A application is approved by SARS (South African Revenue Service) so that we can issue each donor with their Section 18A certificates. Their donation will then be tax deductible which is a nice added bonus for them.

Kind regards

Matthew Lucas
FINANCIAL MANAGER

Sunday, August 12, 2012

''Fabulous and Fighting CF'' Proposal




Nicky was born on 21st September 1990, in Vryheid, Kwa Zulu/Natal, to a teenage single mum. She was for the first 2 months of her life raised by her maternal grandparents after which she was taken away by the Welfare Department and hospitalized for reasons thought to be neglect. She was in Vryheid hospital for a month, however did not respond to a normal diet and care, so was subsequently transferred to Greys’ Hospital in Pietermaritzburg.
After months of treatment and various tests, she was eventually diagnosed at the age of 6 months with Cystic Fibrosis. It was then that we met her through our late son’s paediatrician, who at that precise time was treating him for a lung infection in the same ward of Greys’ Hospital.  It was because of her diagnosis that both Welfare and the paediatricians thought it would be in the best interests of Nicky, to find her a foster home, instead of the alternative, which was to be sent to a children’s home. So it was that at the age of 7 months, Nicky came to live with us and has stayed to this day.




As a youngster, Nicky enjoyed an active lifestyle and with correct diet, proper health care and a rigorous medical regime, we were able to keep her fit and healthy.  It was advantageous to her wellbeing that she preferred to be playing outside, climbing trees and being a regular ‘tomboy.’  She swam daily in the summer months, using both our pool at home and that at school, participating in the school swimming team.  She loved nothing better than to be active on the sports field and excelled at both netball and athletics.  She enjoyed playing hockey and even tried her best at cross country, although she did not have the stamina for long distances and most often arrived last at the finish line.  Her sheer determination to finish made her see the end to each feat and after every event said she wouldn’t run again…until the following week.  She played cricket in junior primary and was proud to be the only girl on the team, most times showing the parents of her ‘boy’ peers that a girl can field and bowl as well as any of their sons.  She owed her cricket skills to the many hours of playing with her older brothers, who honed in on her field and bowling skills, allowing very little batting time.  Lol  When at home, when she wasn’t swimming, she was racing down hills on her skateboard and tumbling down banks on her bike, or riding with her friend and neighbour, on a pony called Snowy.






In her younger years, together with Mark, our late son, she attended the cystic fibrosis clinic at Addington Hospital.  The doctors from the clinic worked hand in hand with the paediatricians in Pietermaritzburg, looking after them both.  I don’t remember exactly when we stopped attending the clinic at Addington Hospital, however it was sometime between Mark passing away in 1995 and 2000. 
It wasn’t that we wanted to move away, but with government policy changing, we were advised that because we did not live in the greater Durban area, we would have to attend the hospital closest to us, which was Greys’ Hospital.  It was all to do with budgeting and serving the local community and we understood the reasons fully, however it did mean that by attending Greys’ Hospital, we were not privileged to have the expertise of cystic fibrosis practitioners, as had been the case at Addington.  The paediatricians, who had in the past been part of the medical team of doctors attending to children in the hospital, were by this time no longer working as consultants at Greys’, however they saw Nicky regularly in their rooms at no expense.  When the paediatrician who consulted with Nicky on the most regular basis left South Africa to return to Holland around 2003, we had no option but to consult with the clinic doctors at Greys’ Hospital, none of whom appeared to have the experience required in the treatment of cystic fibrosis.  Finally near the end of 2004, a particular doctor who attended to Nicky at the general clinic decided that because her condition was in his opinion, stable, she would be transferred to Northdale Hospital.  It was at this point that we realised if we wanted Nicky to have a better life and more positive prospects, we needed to make a move away from KZN to Gauteng, to a more stable life of better healthcare.  (The reason we chose Gauteng was because Johan, my husband and Nicky’s father was at that time doing contract work in Pretoria.)  So it was at the end of her Grade 8 year, 2004, we made the move, knowing that it was in the best interests of Nicky and any future health care that she may require.
Unfortunately when she hit puberty, her health started to show signs of decline and the older she has become, the more difficult it has been to keep her at an optimum level of health.  The move presented another problem for her being that her asthma which had up till then been seasonal and very much under control became exacerbated with the change in air and environment.  This hasn’t helped with the deterioration of the cystic fibrosis, in fact it has hampered her lifestyle more so at times than maybe would have, had she only been dealing only with the cystic fibrosis.  What many people who have little or no knowledge of the disease don’t understand, is that as normal and healthy as the person may look on the outside, it is what is happening to the body on the inside, that determines their prognosis. The disease is debilitating and because there is no cure, it is a daily battle, to try to keep the patient at a level where they can enjoy a normal life.



We settled on a plot north of Pretoria and because of both the distance and her early morning regime of nebulising and physiotherapy, she completed her schooling through Damelin Home Schooling, attaining first her ‘O’ levels and then her ‘A’ levels. Since then she has battled to find sustainable employment because of her illness and the fact that she is hospitalized so regularly. Her dream is to be a photographer, however due to our own current financial position this has been put on hold.



Nicky usually has hospitalized treatment every 3 months, where she is admitted to Steve Biko Hospital under the care of well qualified and learned specialists, for a period extending from 2 to 3 weeks at a time. If she has a lung infection that needs treatment before the 3 month time period is up, she is given oral medication to help tide her over however if it becomes really bad and is reduced to having added oxygen on a daily basis, then she may be admitted earlier. One problem that has materialized with her current treatment is that she seems to have developed a resistance to ALL antibiotics but one. This makes treatment and eradication of infection much more difficult and less easily treatable.  Nicky has a fairly extensive list of medication that she uses on a daily basis, which is a lot for anyone to have to remember to take even for a short time period, however after all these years she has formed a pattern in her daily life, so each time she wakes in the morning or before she goes to bed, she sticks to the same routine of nebulizing and physiotherapy.  By the same token, as often as she eats a meal or snack, she reaches for the pills that will digest her food…and so each day has become habitual.
Just so you may understand the enormity of such responsibility here is the list of her medication:
Current Medication:
No
Name
Dosage
1
Seretide
2 puffs once a day
2
Osteobon/Fosamax
1 tablet daily
3
Creon 25000
30 capsules per day
4
Zithromax
1 tablet 3 times a week
5
Ulsanic
10 ml 3 times a day
6
Ursotan
300 mg 3 times a day
7
Texa/Allergex
1 tablet daily
8
Ipvent
puffs when necessary
9
Singulair
10 mg daily
10
Tobramycin
80 mg twice a day
11
5% saline
nebulise when necessary daily
12
Nebrafin
1 ampoule twice a day
13
Losec
20 mg daily
14
Naproxin
250 mg twice a day
15
Solmucol
1 sachet 3 times a day
16
Vitamin A
200 000 IU once a month
17
Vitamin D

18
Calciferol
1 tablet once a week
19
Vitamin K
2 ½ ampoules once a week
20
Vitamin E
1 capsule daily
21
Colimycin
2 000 000 IU 3 times a day (intravenous treatment only)
22
Amikacin
1 g once a day (intravenous treatment only)
23
Ensure meal supplements
2 shakes per day
24
Protifar powder
2 scoops per shake
25
Sporanox
used intermittently for Aspergillus infections

Eighteen months ago Nicky was given the opportunity of employment, which well suited her health condition, as the hours were mornings only, and weekends when required. She enjoyed what she was doing and her salary gave her some semblance of independence. In July of last year when she came home from hospital having responded extremely well to treatment we discussed with her that as she would be turning 21 in a few short months, that she move into the separate flat next to our house. This would allow her to be more independent, whilst at the same time she would be close enough to home to receive her daily physiotherapy and any other help if needed. She spent her money that she had initially been saving for a camera, on making the flat tasteful and kitting it out with what she required to maintain that level of independence.
A month later she was already feeling the effects of being independent and the extra load, on her health. She received 2 weeks of oral medication, which didn’t help as it was hoped and she has been ‘cruising’ along since then. Unfortunately at the end of September, she, together with 3 others, was retrenched from her job, due to the economic climate.
November last year she was admitted to Steve Biko, stayed 2 weeks and then returned home.  Less than a month later she was admitted once more for treatment and it was the week between Christmas and New Year that we realised how seriously her health was deteriorating and we thought we might very well lose her.
  


Miraculously, she pulled through and the attending doctors managed to make an appointment with a pulmonologist from Milpark Hospital, with a view to discussing a lung transplant for her.
She saw him at the beginning of January this year and he reckoned that she would be a good candidate for a lung transplant, adding that her cystic fibrosis hadn’t deteriorated too far as yet.  We had discussed amongst ourselves before seeing him, the possibilities of funding such an operation, should he feel it might be possible.  Our initial thought was to try fund-raising as we are no longer on a medical aid.  (In fact we have not been on a medical aid for about 10 years now as the monthly premiums became too costly for us to pay.)  When he broached the subject of paying for the operation, he dissuaded us from fund-raising as he said it is far too much money to try to raise as it would be in excess of R1 million and if there were any complications that arose after the procedure we could be looking at millions more.  He advised us to put Nicky onto a medical aid and then look at attending Jo’burg General CF clinic as all the lung transplant patients are cared for from there.
It is now 7 months later and to some it may seem that we have done little to help Nicky in the interim, as we are no further than we were at the beginning of the year however that is not the case at all.  We immediately contacted all the medical aids that we found listed, writing to them with her history and asking questions that we felt were relevant to monthly medications, the lung transplant and future treatment and anti-rejection medication.  None of them responded with anything other than a pro-forma type letter to contact a consultant, except for Discovery health.  This is very interesting, considering that a week after consulting with the specialist at Milpark and discussing medical aids with Nicky’s dr.’s at Steve Biko Hospital, that they mentioned Discovery is the only medical aid willing to work with cystic fibrosis patients and eventual lung transplants.  The consultant from Discovery suggested she start on a hospital plan and after the year of exclusion, we upgrade the hospital plan to a fully comprehensive medical aid.  We have done our homework in this regard and to date our problem is most definitely of a financial matter.  We cannot afford to pay the monthly premium otherwise we would have done it long ago.  Our next problem lies with the fact that, according to government policy, should Nicky go onto either a hospital plan or a medical aid, she may no longer be a hospital patient.  This in reality means that for the year of exclusion, we would have to fund any hospitalisations together with treatment, as well as her monthly medications.  This is impossible for us to do as we do not have the means.  We have not priced all her medications currently, however we have been given a ‘ball park’ figure of needing to have about R30 000 per month for medication alone.
Since January, Nicky was admitted for two weeks in April and is currently entering her fifth week of hospitalisation at present.  Her health has rapidly deteriorated, with her lung functions being in the low 20’s; her weight gain has become problematic, in that with all that she eats, plus having nutritional supplements, it is not enough and her body is using more energy to fight the infections than would normally be required.  Finally, even with IV anti-biotics, she is not improving and the infections remain present, which does not bode well for her imminent future.  This week she had a PEG inserted into her stomach, which will be used for daily feeds at night to hopefully help with weight gain.  She has at times had a naso gastric tube inserted, however never with much ‘luck’ or for lengthy periods of time or with much success.  Last week when inserting the naso gastric tube, she stopped breathing and was in and out of consciousness.  The doctors have now also diagnosed her as having paradoxical vocal cord disorder. She is presently dependent upon oxygen at all times and we have recently heard that someone has kindly organised that for her, so at least when she is discharged from hospital she will be able to travel home.  Once at home we have a machine that she is able to use to provide her with the oxygen required.
We met with her doctors from Steve Biko on Tuesday this week and they bluntly said that unless she is immediately put onto a medical aid and funds raised for a transplant, should lungs become available, that she may not survive longer than 6 months.  As parents who have already lost one child to cystic fibrosis, we are doing our utmost within our own ability, to save Nicky’s life.  I (Suzanne) gave 24 hours’ notice from work to once more be able to care for Nicky 24/7.  I had in fact only been working for the last 6 months anyway, with a view to trying to save funds for this huge ‘thing’ that feels like it is hanging over our heads and weighing us down.
In May this year Nicky rallied round and managed to get people involved in the CF Genes day.  She took it a bit further than asking everyone to wear jeans and asked that they also wear purple…the both the SACF Association and her favourite colour.  She made a facebook page reminding everyone in the run up to the day and had them send her photos which she duly put together and posted on her blog. www.fabulousandfightingcf.blogspot.com.  The money she helped raise was deposited to the SA Cystic Fibrosis Association and money is still coming in.




This is Nicky, our precious daughter and friend, sister to Matthew, sister-in-law to Jess, cousin, niece, and grand-daughter…a child brought into this world by the grace of God and given to many to love and cherish and hold dear to their hearts.  If you are able to help with this daunting task of saving her life…please…please…please contact us.

Johan Lucas – (+27)083 334 9945
Email: johanlucas91@gmail.com
Suzanne Lucas – (+27)073 515 9175                
Email: suzieqzn@gmail.com




Cystic Fibrosis is a hereditary disease caused by a defective protein gene carried by both parents.  It usually presents itself within the first few weeks of birth and may rapidly become severe.  The condition causes the failure of the glands which produce mucous in the lungs and pancreas, and excessive sweat in the skin.  The mucous glands of the lungs produce thick sticky sputum that clogs and dilates the air passages causing bronchiectasis.  This leads to severe breathing difficulties and respiratory infections.  The pancreas degenerates and the lack of pancreatic digestive juices means that not enough fat is absorbed from the intestines.