Two years ago this past August, our
sweet Isabella was diagnosed with Kabuki Syndrome. I remember the day
we received the call from our geneticist confirming that her genetic
test proved what my research and my gut already knew... I remember
my body shaking uncontrollably as I hung up the phone, my heart
shattered into pieces all over our kitchen floor, the floor where my
children sat waiting for me to return to our pretend picnic lunch.
The relief of answers battled with the reality of a future I was
afraid to face. I struggled to compose myself, knowing that I had to
call my husband and tell him that our perfect baby had a genetic
syndrome, that she would never grow out of her illnesses, her delays,
her “quirks”, that she would have to continue to fight for every
simple thing that comes as second nature to most others… My life
changed that day, but Isabella's did not. She started her life as a
hero, battling blow after blow with resilience and grace, and
although we had never even heard the word “Kabuki” until she was
nearly 5 years old, her journey with this rare disorder started the
day she was born.
The first 5 years of Isabella's life
were hard. Really, really, really hard. It is a terrifying thing, not
knowing what is wrong with your child, yet realizing that whatever it
is, it is bigger than what I, as her mother, could handle alone. I
couldn't fix her. I couldn't heal her illnesses, or even shelter her
enough from having her catch every bug that came her way. I couldn't
make her talk, or walk, or eat, despite taking her to therapy 3 times
a week and constantly working with her at home. I couldn't take away
her fears of things that I still, to this day, cannot understand. I
couldn't be everything she needed, and even though I took her to
every medical specialist there is, where they preformed test after
test, and even though I researched for hours and hours every day to
try to fit the puzzle pieces into some shape that made sense, I could
not even give Isabella an answer to why she had to struggle every
single day of her life. I was failing her.
I think back to those dark days and I
can still feel it, the terror, the anxiety and the bewilderment.
While I struggled, Isabella began to thrive. Always on her own
time-line, always without a care in the world, she sang her way
through procedures, giggled through her therapies, and nursed her
illnesses with books and popsicles. She faces her hurdles without
hesitation, and never wants for more than the beauty she gets out of
the life that she has. Although every mother will say this about
their child, the truth is, Isabella is the happiest, the bravest, the
most joyful and empathetic child I have ever known. She doesn't know
anger. She doesn't know cruelty, or jealousy, or evil. She is the
child that wants to know your birthday, will remember it forever, and
will be the first to make sure you are celebrated on your day. She is
the child who, when asked her favorite animal, will smile broadly and
declare that unicorns and butterflies are tied for that title. When
another child once swiped a toy from her, she squealed happily and
said “I am so happy that you love that princess too!” She will
give anyone her last M&M if they ask for it, and she will talk
about how happy she is that she could do that for the rest of the
day. She never complains about the injustices of life, she never
feels bad for herself, she never asks why she endures so much. She is
content to just be here, living her joyous life the only way she has
ever known how... with resilience and grace. And a whole lot of
giggles.
I look back at myself during those
early days, and I look back to that day two years ago when I picked
up the pieces of my shattered heart from the floor, and I realize
that it is Kabuki that healed me. I was afraid of what her future
might hold, and I was afraid of what it meant to have a special needs
child, to be a special needs parent. Her diagnosis brought us
answers, directions for more specialized help and most importantly, a
worldwide family of people who were walking the same path that we
were struggling to navigate. And even though it brings a wide range
of hurdles for Isabella to battle, she wouldn't be the most inspiring
and spirited ray of light that she is without Kabuki Syndrome. She
still continues to heal me every day.
Today, I am proud to raise awareness
for Kabuki Syndrome. Knowledge is a powerful thing, and it would be
an honor to help make it possible for other families to receive an
early diagnosis and avoid years of unknowns and heartaches. I am
proud to show the world my beautiful daughter, who has taught me more
about love, living, and acceptance than I ever would have known
without her. I am proud to tell you about the journey we have been
on, about all that Kabuki Syndrome means for Isabella, about the
things we have learned along the way. I would love to brag about all
of the amazing people that have come into my life because of my
daughter. I would love to share what it feels like to celebrate every
single milestone and accomplishment that your child reaches... We are
so blessed.
There will always be obstacles, there
will always be fear, frustration and hardships to battle through, but
Isabella has taught us to battle without failure as an option. She
has taught us that giggling soothes the soul, and that even the most
shattered of hearts can be made whole again, rebuilt with love, held
together with hope, and sealed with acceptance. Mine is living proof.
Happy Kabuki Syndrome Awareness Day.
(Thank you, Peta Colton and www.sakks.org for the beautiful awareness posters <3 p="">
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