Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Some Answers

So the doctors have come up with some new test results. The recent diagnosis is that Little Nugget has a grown hormone deficiency. Her levels are so low it indicates that she's not even really producing growth hormone yet. We are headed to Anchorage in August to see endocrinology for the next step.
I am relieve to have some answers and really ticked at the same time. A simple blood test could have given us this answer months ago, sparing Little Nugget and the rest of us a heap of agony. The last time I posted, I could hardly talk about it because the doctor we were seeing was so convinced of her (wrong) diagnosis that she actually told us we had a month to find another opinion OR replace her feeding tube, or she would call the state on us! OF COURSE we got a second opinion (from a doctor that wasn't still in highschool when I had my two oldest children) who ran some additional tests (including the growth factor), and VOILA! The answer we had been wondering about for over half of Little Nugget's life now.

Anyway... Back at The Farm:
Life is going along as it always does... Too fast and full of daily grind adventures. The weather is finally turning gorgeous (50 degree mornings and 80 degree days), and there is 24 hours of daylight, though we still had official sunrise and sunset times.
I was thinking this morning as I hung clothes on the line, living in Alaska is like being on a perpetual camping trip.
Summer has a smoky haze ("summer" and "forest fire season" are synonymous here). The morning air is crisp, with the faint hint of campfire (ok, forest fire!). There is a peacefulness while hanging clothes. I LOVE air dried clothes, particularly with the faint hint of campfire to it. Animals scurry about, adding their own habits and noise to the rythym of our day.
I never had been a morning person prior to getting chickens, but I must say that nowadays, sleeping past 7:00 makes me feel lazy.
Farming in Alaska makes me feel ALIVE.
I learned the hard way this week to always (always!) scan the tree line before heading to the chicken coop. I surprised a moose as much as she surprised me, and it was o ly my proximity to the front door that saved my hide from becoming a hit target.

I watered the garden with the smell of forest fire creeping in a little thicker. I hope it's not going to be too dry a year for us.

J headed out on a bear hunt this week. Why men feel the need to hunt things that could eat them is beyond me. I hope he gets his bear hide and then gets his own hide home safely.

Off to lock the animals up for the night.
The official farm count on Little Farm on the Tundra:
48 chicks
3 laying hens
1 rooster
6 turkey poults
and Bub, the goldfish that won't die. Two years old now.
Oh! Also residing in the cabin: 10 caterpillars in cocoons. The latest homeschool project is butterfly hatching. Beans has become obsessed with bugs and hatching butterflies was a compromise, since she was begging to study spiders. Ever try to choke down your own squeamishness about something to allow your kids unadulterated learning? Yeah... I don't really like spiders, but she loves all kinds of bugs at the moment, so, I'm trying. Caterpillars are just about my limit though.

Alright. If there is one truth about farming, it's that the animals won't wait. I'd better get everyone tucked in for the night, then tuck myself in. Daylight and campfire start early these days.

Until next time,
Happy Moose Trails!


Susan Stevenson said...

I'm very happy to hear that you have a proper diagnosis, but I share in your anger and disappointment that it took so long to get it. I am thinking of you and your family, and praying for Little Nugget's health.

I can certainly understand why you're exhausted at the end of the day. I can barely find energy with only a dog or a cat. If I had a farm, I'd be sleeping standing up!

I hope the smoke doesn't get to bad for all our sakes. I don't want to spend the summer indoors. :/

Take care, Nicole!

Hayley said...

It is amazing how ignorant doctors can be. I am glad you can finally move on to a remedy for your baby.

Charley and I have an entire bug collection. I'll have to creep you out with it when we get there!

Just kiddin'.

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad that little nugget finally has a diagnosis. Now you can begin the healing process. I have been following your blog since the big move from the lower 48 and I'm so glad you are blogging again and I think it is fate that we have met on the internet because my grandson is going through the exact same stuff as your little nugget. feeding tube, tons of tests everything, with no results, but I don't think they have tested him for that I'll have to mention it to mom and dad.
Glad to see you blogging, we have missed you and the farm.

JackDaddy said...

I remember the first time I came to Alaska and it was over 80 degrees. I kept thinking - this is supposed to be Alaska - where is the cold? :)

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