Showing posts with label Wrest Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wrest Park. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Pulmonary Hypertension Survey





Last week I was contacted by PIP Health - a patient healthcare company -  and asked if I would take part in an interview that was being undertaken by Atlantis Healthcare to help understand more about PAH patients' unmet needs and challenges. It is hoped a series of interviews with PAH patients will help to develop methods that may improve and support patient care.

Interviews were being undertaken over a couple of days and I had my interview which lasted for around forty five minutes or so and was able to highlight a few concerns that I had had when I was a PAH patient. I discussed how one of the hardest parts was the lack of understanding within the medical profession and how this impacted on visits locally to the GP surgery, A&E and admissions to local hospitals. 



PH is very complex with varied specialist treatments according to the classification and types of PH. I found no one outside my specialist centre who had even heard of IPAH or my specialist intravenous drug Flolan. I always felt the doctors at my GP surgery should have had better understanding of my drug should I ever have been in an emergency situation, which often threatened. I felt just some basic things should be marked on my file: 1) that the IV drug needed to run twenty four seven at all times 2) that it should never be disconnected and used to administer other drugs 3) what the drug was for and what it did. The GPs involved in my care were only really concerned with my general drugs. Obviously I did inform a doctor at my surgery, but it is a surgery with several doctors including locums and you are not allocated any specific doctor.



It was even harder on admission to another hospital other than my PH centre, which happened on several occasions and my husband had to come in and make the drug up instead of the professionals. I had to be very possessive about my line, pump and drug, as I couldn't really trust anyone would have a clue what they were doing with it. Most would remark they hadn't seen anything like it before or heard of Flolan. I also had doctors trying to take me off various oral medications -  because they didn't understand the condition properly -  I knew that would put me in an even more life threatening state. Every single time I had to visit a GP or hospital I had to stand firm in my own knowledge of my condition and medication. It leaves you feeling completely vulnerable and unsupported however hard you try. You live in dread of an emergency happening - and if one happens -  I always found it was on a weekend, evening or Bank holiday, which exacerbates that vulnerable position as locum doctors are normally on duty and A&Es are pushed to the limits. 



We also discussed the need for wellbeing, emotional and financial support locally, but it seems to be a bit hit and miss varying on where you live or which GP surgery you attend. Our centres are usually excellent and can provide us with some of this, but I recall coming out of hospital with a Hickman Line and on my intravenous drug and again feeling very vulnerable, unwell and trying to find my feet on my own.



I had my eyes opened following my transplant, a letter from my physio to the local hospital triggered things into action locally. A heart failure nurse came to the house to assess the help I needed, although it was very nice to be offered help, support and advice and it was welcomed, it also made me really cross. Where was this help when I really needed it? It's no good when I have a brand new heart that beats strongly - what about when I actually had to live with heart failure? Advice on physio, diet to get my strength back and aids around the house would have been most welcome. When I first arrived back home after a long hospital stay with deteriorating PH and poor prognosis, there was no offer of any help or home visits from anyone and we were left floundering on our own locally. We just muddled through and used disabled websites to buy equipment such as bathing aids and wheelchairs.


Those were the biggest 'gaps' that I found in my care, mainly this lack of  'joined up' thing with my PH centre and GP. I did stress, however, that my centre had always offered very strong support and the PH nurses used to phone me regularly and I could phone them whatever time of day. I had a twenty four hour emergency card with numbers for the hospital, however on some occasions staff in A & E had refused to use it. I was always grateful for the support given by my centre, but they weren't the ones near home should I have an emergency. 



The psychologists from Atlantis Healthcare put forward several ideas and suggestions to help improve support for patients, which I felt were appropriate and very good ideas. One was to create an online 'symptom tracker', where patients can record their daily symptoms including drug side effects. This tracker would also be available at the patients PH centre, so medics there can track how patients are doing. I thought this was a great idea as it is our symptoms that can often indicate when things are going wrong or deteriorating. I thought this could be even better if it could be extended to our GP surgery too: it would help put that joint care into place. 

Drug side effects, which I suffered quite badly from, would perhaps be taken more seriously too. We know we have to be on the drugs as we probably wouldn't survive, but sometimes side effects can be as debilitating as the PH. 


We also discussed having a facility for recording all the medications patients are prescribed on some online system too. This could be updated and monitored by patients and their centres. This would give historical and current information at a glance and perhaps have necessary warnings about interactions and safety measures included - eg. IV meds aren't to be disconnected. I thought this was another good idea. 

All in all I felt it was a very good discussion and I felt the concerns about the support PH patients need is being taken very seriously. Hopefully there may be some developments from this in the near future. 

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This week's photos were taken at Wrest Park, Bedfordshire, an English Heritage site. 

©KAGraham


Monday, 17 February 2014

Walking, Walking, Walking!

Crocuses shining in the sun at last! 

It's a gorgeous sunny Sunday: the sun is shining at long last after those horrendous gales of the last few days. Friday night's gale had kept us up on and off for most of the night and we spent Saturday feeling tired and fed up of the continuing miserable weather. It was like a rare treat at last waking up to some sunshine and a calm day.

Walking? Me?

I stood at the foot of the lake at Wrest Park in Bedfordshire. I'm wearing my wellington boots, because it's been so wet and the grounds are muddy. There is nothing odd or unusual about that to anyone, but for our family it is another 'first' to celebrate. We are posing like tourists while Sarah takes a photo and laughing because I've just walked a good kilometre or so from the cafe to the lake. I've only ever been to Wrest Park since I fell ill - it's only been open this last few years- and I've only ever got to the end of the lake in a wheelchair before now. I'm grinning like a cheshire cat, not quite believing I've been able to do this and that I've still got loads of energy left for more. 

Stunning statue

Has the wind not blown you away yet? 


We wind our way further along by the moat now, treading carefully through a minefield of fallen tree branches - a reminder of the previous day's weather - but enjoying the warm sun, the views and the waterside. 

A crisp day for reflection

I'm snap happy with my camera, everything always looks so different and more beautiful in the sunlight. There are a lot of people out and about, I think everyone is uplifted to see the sunshine and they've all had the same idea to get out and enjoy the day. I'm feeling uplifted too, but I'm also amazed yet again at what I'm managing so easily to do. Walking, just simply walking! Walking a long way, walking at a good pace, walking normally, walking in my wellies! I feel like jumping and singing and cannot quite believe I'm having a walk around this beautiful place at long last: no wheelchairs, no walking sticks, no stopping to catch my breath, no searching for the next bench to sit on. I cannot quite take it in. It's a simple everday thing, but for me it's enormous.


This time I got to climb the steps and admire the view from the bridge



Snap happy! 

I just wanted to keep walking on and walking on and walking on. It suddenly felt alien and new as though I shouldn't be able to do it, but then I can. My family laugh at me when I tell them to get a move on. They cannot quite get used to the idea of me walking at a faster pace, they have got used to walking slowly with me and now they are having to speed up. They all complain that their legs are aching, but my legs want to just carry on and on. I think my legs are enjoying the novelty of it! 


Just ambling and enjoying the views

Sunshine in the orangery

We wander back to the cafe and shop and I reckon I've now managed to walk nearly four kilometres without a rest or sit down. I still feel I've got energy for more, I can't quite believe I'm able to do this so soon - just four and a half months post heart and double lung transplant. 

I always had a dream while I waited for my transplant that I would be able to don my walking boots and walk around Tarn Hows in the Lake District once again, just like I used to do. This dream kept me going while I waited the long hard wait for my transplant. After my transplant when I felt weak and was struggling at times, this dream drove me on every time the physio came to see me in hospital and I really only wanted to curl up in bed and rest: to get my dream I knew I had to put a false smile on my face and do what I was told instead. This dream drove me on when I first came home and wanted to lie on the settee and rest away the trauma of the transplant: I knew I had to try and get on that exercise bike and keep practising walking if I was to get there. 

 I know this dream is about to come true now. I just need to wait for the weather to improve and the gales to stop so we can actually get to the Lake District at last: it will then be, 'Tarn Hows here I come with my walking boots and all!' I will be living my dream. 

Transplant changes lives and makes dreams come true! 


Statues in the sky




Thursday, 2 May 2013

Maytime


Tulips and hyacinths in abundance
 May
Hail, sweet month of May!
Hail, bright month of May!
Bring sunshine with thee,
Chasing clouds away.

March has left us sighing
In cold and chilly blast,
April's tears have fallen,
May has come at last! 
Anon 

The promise of summer and never ending flowers
Shall we dance?
Roof in the summer house
This week has been a bit of a mixed bag, I seem to be really struggling with the side effects of my drugs much more and we kept planning to go out, but I didn't quite feel well enough for a day or two. The weather was looking quite promising though while Rob was off work so we decided to just get out for an afternoon anyway. We chose to go to Wrest Park in Bedfordshire, which isn't too far from us should I have felt the need to come back home because I wasn't managing. It is an English Heritage property, which has recently been restored, especially the gardens and pathways and several buildings in the grounds of the  mansion. It was a great tonic to get out and about in the sunshine after such a sluggish start to the week. We had a lovely lunch in the cafe there and then I managed to walk for quite a while around the gardens, which I was really pleased about. Rob then took me round the beautiful grounds in my wheelchair. It was peaceful and quiet, with lots of birds singing away as we explored. We both took quite a few photos, as you will see! 

Very grande!

www.english-heritage.org.uk/daysout/properties/wrest-park/


Secret entrance?
What's behind the tree? I could live here!
We had a very nice afternoon tea in the sunshine, they have a lovely sunny patio, and then went for a browse around the Italian Garden, which we had saved until last to see and we weren't disappointed. It was absolutely stunning with daffodils and tulips in abundance. It was worth the visit just to see this part of the garden. We have been to Wrest Park now quite a few times, but never in springtime, it is well worth a visit at different times of year, as the seasons change, it changes too. We finished our day in the gift shop, where we bought some presents for friends and goodies for ourselves. Mr G was in his element sampling damson gin and ginger wine, but I suppose he deserved a treat after pushing me around and up and down everywhere in my wheelchair, so I treated him to a bottle of wine he had a crafty eye on! Most of all it was just such a great lift to my spirits to have managed to go out and about and see such lovely scenery.       


'Where flowers bloom so does hope' - Lady Bird Johnson

'Each flower is a soul opening out to nature' - Gerald De Nerval
May came on Wednesday and with it a lovely blast of warm sunshine, again really welcome and uplifting and a few days of just resting and enjoying the sunshine in the garden to follow, just the tonic when you don't feel your best. We couldn't have had a better start to May. It is always a month that fills me full of anticipation for summer and those warm summer nights and summer holidays aren't too far out of reach anymore. Now I don't work anymore, I'm getting ready to savour the whole of summer and make the most of it.
Just peeking through the fence

Sometimes a never ending path

This sun is so lovely!

Room with a view
I got a letter this morning confirming some of my conversation with the Transplant Consultant last week, we had discussed the possibility of my just having a double lung transplant rather than a heart and double lung transplant, which may be quicker as waiting for a heart and double lungs is a long, long wait. It is possible, but in my particular case comes with much higher short and long term risks than the heart and double lung transplant. I am hoping against all hope that this won't need to happen and that the lottery of waiting for three organs will eventually happen for me. It is still the safest option for me.    

We have now got to May 2013 and it's been 592 days of waiting. May is a month full of hope and promise, so with the start of this new month comes the start of a renewed and quietly determined hope. And if that all and ever important call doesn't come through yet, then I am so looking forward to enjoying the summer!

 Please register to be an organ donor, the link can be found below.

The world's favourite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May - Edwin Way Teale. Well we will see!