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Ivy update or Dermatologists gone wild.
Mar 8th, 2008 by Tiff

Here’s the scoop. Ivy is every dermatologist’s fantasy. The pin up girl of pemphigus.

We met with the guru of all things blistered. She asked us some questions. She took lots of photos. She made some suggestions.

Our heads did spin with possibilities.

What it came down to, what is our (limited) understanding and what has been confirmed this evening is this;

If an immunoflourescence (direct) comes back positive for pemphigus then it is pemphigus. Just because it presents differently from the common form does not mean it can’t be pemphigus. Nor does it have to be something else just because the Ig’s are different from typical presentations. She didn’t come straight out and say the other derm was an idiot but she did, if you know what I mean.

David, Imogen and  now, Ivy, all have confirmed ectodermal dysplasia. Not just any ED but a type that also causes,

among other things, pemphigus. Considered genetic and not auto immune.

Among other things heart abnormalities.

Among other things gut problems.

Among other things immune deficiency.

We were going through the history. Ivy history and family history and we were not getting far. Then the good doctor asked about William and when she discovered that he died from an aortic stenosis, everything fell into place. Like the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle. My William - the missing link.  Literally and physically.

I have said to the doctor’s all along that she presented to me like Immy had all those years ago. Today I cried tears of relief, of validation, of hurt for my baby girl, past and present. I cried for her future.

I cried because when the doctor’s told us that everything had come back ‘normal’ they didn’t actually mean that. Her IgG was low, she had IgE’s all over the place and her IgA was not normal either.

For Ivy, the queen of all things genetically bizarre, it means a few things…

It  means she will possibly have issues with skin, teeth, hair, nails and temperature regulation as part of the ED

It means that we can treat the pemphigus with a mix of prednisone and dapsone. We just have to iron out a few creases;

* that she does not have a missing enzyme, which would cause the dapsone to make her very unwell

* she is anaemic already and the medication can make it alot worse. This will need to be treated.

* her zinc levels are questionable also, so these need to be addressed.

It means that she will need further investigation, with the possibility of having IVIG  or the need for IV antibiotics when she becomes unwell, as she has a questionable level of IgG deficiency that some would treat and other’s would play the watching game with.

It means a label, a box, a place to belong. If that seems weird then let me explain; I can tell doctor’s she has this…thing…and they will listen. They will treat her accordingly, instead of putting  her in the too hard basket and patting me on the shoulder like a neurotic mother and asking me if she is my first. A diagnosis is everything when you need help.

We are going to see the paediatrician on Monday, so hopefully I will have a better understanding then but for all of our lovely people out there. Our friends who have seen us up to this point, I wanted to tell you what we know so far. I wanted to include you in this because without you all it might not have ended so well. Some of you have been with us in body, some in mind and all of you in soul, to which, I am truly grateful.

Five things I sleep with on a regular basis these days…
Mar 8th, 2008 by Tiff

 Something light before I hit you with an Ivy update…

* Dummies. (No not that kind of dummy) Pacifiers, binkys, Wa - wahs, suckers. That kind of dummy. I will usually wake up with at least one plastered to my back, cheek or various other exposed body parts.

* Socks. Ok. What is it with socks? Sometimes the kids don’t even go to bed with socks on and yet, by morning it appears that, not only have socks found their way into my bedding, they have found some bizarre inanimate way to reproduce. Like rabbits, I tells ya!

* At least one other person, who isn’t my husband. Now gutter minds, I mean that in the cleanest sense. Once I even woke up to find Lily and Lily’s friend in bed with me. They had had a bad dream but I have no recollection of inviting them into the bed. None. Usually, it’s Ivy. If Noah comes in, it’s usually to wake me up and demand a ’shakey’.

Just on a tangent, this morning he was rolling around the bed, yowling to me that ‘he get up. NOW’. I asked him did he know what I wanted and his response was…’Yes. You get up too’.

Actually that wasn’t what I wanted but anyway.

* Various toys. Sadly not adult toys. “Ted” was in my bed this morning with his pants around his ankles. Does that count as an adult toy?

* Bodily fluids. Again, not the kind that many young 20 somethings would be thinking. I’m telling you right now, there is a miriad of bodily fluid that is in NO way related to sex and beds. Actually, now I think about it…

Spew, the great bed evacuator.

Urine, love that morning urine smell. Not.

And… other… stuff.

Let’s just say sometimes even the most robust night nappies cannot withstand the acid that is the Ivy - girl’s poo.

Yeah…I think I’ll leave it there.

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