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5 Songs to Help You Through the Tough Times With Apert Syndrome

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Famous musician Elton John once said, “Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.” Music has definitely been a constructive outlet for me to help get me through a rough day. There have been playlists for songs to get you through depression, songs to get you through anxiety, songs to get you through chronic illness, and many more. But I have never seen a playlist of songs to get you through the struggles and doubts of living with Apert syndrome. And trust me, they exist. Here are my top songs when the reality of living with Apert syndrome brings you down.

1. “Born This Way” — Lady Gaga. Gaga says it all. “Whether life’s disabilities, left you outcast, bullied or teased. Rejoice and love yourself today.” This song has been a mantra to me ever since I first listened to it. With its catchy tune and uplifting lyrics, the song speaks out to the truth the world has to see. We are all human and we are all born this way. Gaga’s self-empowering anthem has definitely helped give me the strength to see that our differences shouldn’t matter.

 

2. “Brave” — Sara Bareilles
I wish this song was around more during the period when my life was consumed with surgeries. Even if it wasn’t, it still provided as a useful boost. I listen to the song and I can feel what Bareilles is trying to say. You can be whoever you want to be and be able to speak your mind without having to worry about what anyone thinks of you. Let your voice be heard and fill yourself with the courage to be brave. Most of all, fill yourself with the courage to confidently say, “I have Apert syndrome and I’m proud.”

 

3. “Fight Song” — Rachel Platten
Again, this song wasn’t there for me when I had my surgeries. But it still counts. The lyrics are enough to motivate anyone and give them a purpose to keep going. After all my surgeries, they’ve given me full power to move forward from it and carry the strength and endurance left to never give up, no matter if people are still judging you.

 

4. “Part of Your World” — Disney’s “The Little Mermaid”
Everyone needs a little Disney in their life, right? Although I am not, nor have I ever been, a mermaid, I feel I can relate to this on a bit of a similar level. When I was little, I’ve always had a bit of yearning to be just like my peers. I knew I was different from them, and the reception I’ve been given all my life because of my Apert syndrome has made me feel like I was from a different world.

 

5. “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger” — Kelly Clarkson

Although Apert syndrome is certainly not life-threatening, living with it has felt on some occasions like you have been beaten down and wiped out. People with Apert syndrome go through a fight every time they have to go in for a surgery and also during school when they’re trying to find acceptance and kindness among their peers. It’s a struggle because anyone with Apert syndrome can probably tell you they fear the inevitable time when they have to be wheeled into the operating room for a surgery, or when they’re trying to look for a good group of friends to sit with in the cafeteria at lunch. This song gives off the positive and inspiring feel that no matter what, we can become fighters and through every surgery we’ve ever had to deal with, there is a chance we become stronger.

There are definitely more that I can think of, but these are the top five that have helped me through some trying periods when my Apert syndrome makes me feel inferior from my friends.

If you have Apert syndrome and you feel inferior or are struggling with an upcoming surgery, just take a listen to any of these songs. They can really help lift you back up when life knocks you down!

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When My Son Said He Didn't Want Others to See His Scars

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LIsa's sons hands.
Lisa’s son’s hands.

Several months ago, my 14-year-old son (born with Apert syndrome), made a comment to me about the scars on his hands and feet. I don’t remember his exact words, but they were related to his self-consciousness of his scars showing and the fact that he didn’t want people to see them. This led me to some deep thinking.

When my son was born, his hands looked as though he was wearing skin mittens. All of his bones were fused at the fingertips, except for his thumbs. His feet were only fused with the skin in between each toe, which gave them an appearance of “baby doll” feet.

We were under the care of a craniofacial team at Medical City Dallas, that included a craniofacial plastic surgeon, neurologist, anthropologist, geneticist, and a speech and language pathologist. We had an appointment to see the surgeon on the team who specialized in surgeries of the hands and feet, what they call a “syndactyly release.” As we anxiously waited for one of the plastic surgeons (not our current doctor) to give us some direction for our son, he swiftly walked into the patient room, examined his hands in a rushed check-up, but stated that he could not guarantee that he would be able to give him all 10 fingers.

I was overcome by a feeling of uneasiness. Here we were, brand new 30-something-year-old parents, who just had a child diagnosed with a syndrome with 1 out of 150,000 odds. We knew nothing about parenting, much less medical babble, so who were we to question a physician? After we got home that day my husband and I discussed it, and we both decided that something just didn’t feel right. We were not ready to accept that outcome, so we decided to get a second opinion. We called the Shrine Hospital in Dallas and made an appointment to see a surgeon. They ordered for us to come in and get X-rays of both his hands and feet. The doctor came in, looked at them and said they could try to do the separation. We asked how many cases like his had they done before, and I am pretty sure I could count them on one hand, if there were any. Again, we went back home, both feeling apprehensive. After all, this was a major deal.

This was our son.  These were his hands and feet.

Immense weight fell onto our shoulders, since we felt like this was not only our chance to make the best decision possible so our son would have full function of his hands and feet, but our responsibility as advocates for our child. We’re talking about two very important body parts that determine how we function on a daily basis. Again, this prompted more discussion.

We went for a third opinion and made an appointment with another plastic surgeon who was on a different craniofacial team. We had heard great things about him, and he happened to be in the same hospital at Medical City Dallas where he had already had his previous surgeries. Right away he gave us good news that he would be able to give him all of his fingers. He was very upfront and honest when he said that Logan’s hands were going to be a hard case, due to the severity and how the bones fused — what they call “rosebud” hands. However, he felt confident for a good outcome because all the bones were present. So after two separate surgeries about three months apart, they separated his fingers and toes using skin graphs from an area on his leg.

And voila! He had all ten fingers and toes released.

Something else the doctors made us aware of with regards to his hands, is that children with Apert do not have “knuckles” or any break in the bones in their fingers, so they are unable to bend like typical fingers do. However, my son, as well as other kids with Apert, adjust and accommodate like no other! After a few years of occupational therapy, he has never let this stop him from doing what he wants to do. Realistically, he does have certain limitations, but with some accommodations and learning over time, he can maneuver a whole lot more than we expected. He has amazed us time after time.

So when I look at my son’s misshapen, scarred fingers and toes, I see beauty, strength, bravery, and courage. And yes, I am his mom, and moms see the good in their children no matter what.

I also know how these scars came to be.

And here are my deep thoughts: Could this also be you who has scars? Ones you wished you could cover up, or even a physical appearance that makes you feel ashamed? Maybe you know someone who does, or have a friend or relative that can relate. Or perhaps you have scars that are not visible to anyone else. Scars that have wounded your heart and made you feel less than worthy. It is so incredibly hard to live up to the societal standards these days.

What I want to say to them, or you, is this:

I hope you know how much you are loved. 

Your scars do not define you.

Whatever scars you have, visible or invisible, let that be a reminder of the strength and courage you were given to overcome any challenges.

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What Doctors Fail to Tell You About Apert Syndrome

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When Sarah was about 2 weeks old, we took her to see the geneticist for the first time. I was still in a postpartum stupor, barely able to comprehend the madness of diagnostic tests, blood draws, and specialists thrust upon us. The office door beheld the title of our region’s genetics specialist, including “genetic counseling.” Breathing a sigh of relief, I honestly believed we might receive a bit of compassionate care.

To my dismay, we were handed a copy from an old medical textbook that dryly listed every bodily system and how Apert syndrome affects each one. I could hardly breathe and hold back the tears as Sarah’s geneticist smiled and said without hesitation – and certainly with no empathy – “See you next time!”

As soon as I sat in the car, I burst into tears.

You see, Apert syndrome may include unique characteristics that are defined and treated by the medical community. Of course, my husband Ben and I saw the results of her genetic blood test, which confirmed the genetic mutation of her chromosome. But medical textbooks and jargon cannot begin to encompass all there is to this elusive disease.

The doctors couldn’t tell me that Apert syndrome would be both rewarding and challenging, that I would learn more about myself and life because of it than through any other means. Who could prepare me for the moments of exhaustion and elation? The fleeting days leading up to a major surgery and the anxious, sleepless nights post-op?

The world cannot predict a tidy existence, and so it is with Apert syndrome: There is nothing predictable, certain, or tidy about it. Despite this fact, Apert syndrome can be a tremendous gift. It’s all because my daughter is a gift, and her life matters in this world – as do all human lives.

Once I realized there would be no universal, cut-and-dry treatments for everyone with Apert syndrome, I panicked. My background in counseling reared its head as I desperately attempted to piece together the pathology and how to respond to it. But because Apert is so rare, the statistics do not exist about general care for each person.

Then it hit me: We are each unique to begin with. No one, regardless of diagnosis, can be stuffed into the proverbial box of stereotypes. Even the medical community, who (bless their hearts) were doing their jobs well by seeking out the pathology and treating it, lost sight of that.

So, shortly after I threw the medical textbook copied page into the trash, I adopted the slogan, “God is bigger than statistics.”

I knew we would have hurdles with Apert. I understood emerging problems might develop over time that didn’t appear at Sarah’s birth. But it no longer halted me with fear. Instead, I made a decision to simply live in the present moment and tackle whatever was to come at the time it arrived.

No longer a slave to fear, I realized I needed to listen to what the experts said about Apert, but I also needed to maintain a secure sense of interior peace – unwavering strength that would quiet my spirit when fear so often pushed its way into the forefront of my psyche.

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No one can predict with 100 percent certainty what will become of my daughter, or anyone else’s child for that matter. Some may pity us for the life we were handed, but I no longer wallow in it.

As Craniofacial Acceptance Month draws to a close, I ponder the facts and figures we were told at Sarah’s birth. In many ways, she has exceeded the medical community’s expectations. In many ways, she is thriving. But I do not rely on either hope or fear to get me through her lifelong rare disease. Instead, I enjoy what’s been given to us – here and now, today.

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How Joining an Inclusive Fraternity Helped Me Gain Confidence With Apert Syndrome

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I recently joined Alpha Phi Omega, a co-ed fraternity organized to provide community service, leadership development, and social opportunities for college students. It was not the easiest thing for me to do. It’s been widely recognized as one of the largest groups on my university campus, with over 100 members. It’s a lot to take in for a girl like me. I just became an official brother starting this semester, and I still feel like I have a lot to learn. One of the best things about it, however, is that they are all-inclusive. That has been the biggest lucky break for me.

My Apert syndrome has caused more than visibly different physical characteristics. As I’ve grown, my self-doubt and insecurity built up in me to a point when I could easily break and lose the ability to hope for anything good. When I got the flyer inviting me to come to an informational event for Alpha Phi Omega, I hesitated. I had been talking about it for a whole semester before with two of my closest friends who were involved in it, and thought it’d be good for me. They believed I could fit right in. But I was nervous, because even in a large fraternity like that, they’ve probably never seen a face like mine before.

I was always told that in college, no one really cares about differences like mine. People aren’t as judgmental as they were when they were younger. I believed that during my first year, but as I became associated with the fraternity, my insecurity started to act up, and it was as if I entered a whole new world. Everything felt alarming and different.

However, in the end, it all slowly started to be OK. Alpha Phi Omega is definitely as all-inclusive as proclaimed, and there is an absolute no-hazing policy. Not once has anyone in the fraternity stopped and stared at my face. Not once has anyone felt the need to question why they would allow “the girl with Apert syndrome” to start pledging and eventually cross as a brother. Everyone I’ve ever met in my school’s chapter has been so nice and so welcoming. Alpha Phi Omega has given me the strength I need and a reason to fight my insecurity.

To all my brothers in APO, no amount of thanks will ever be enough for me to express how much I cherish your readiness to see beyond my face. Alpha Phi Omega’s cardinal principles are Leadership, Friendship, and Service. It means a lot to be a leader. It means a lot to do service. But it means so much more to your Apert syndrome brother for you to go that extra mile, and be a friend to someone who is still trying to make it through pits of hopeless darkness.

Thank you for lighting my way.

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When People Stared at My Son With Apert Syndrome at the Pool

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I recently had the privilege of taking my boys on a road trip, along with my mom, to visit with my sister and her family.  She lives a couple of states away from us, so our visits are few and far between. It is always refreshing for my mom and I to spend quality time with her, as well as my boys getting to have fun with their cousins, because let’s face it… they are growing up, and before we know it, they will be grown and off to college.

Going to new places is not always easy for my family. My oldest son, who is now 14 years old, was born with a very rare craniofacial condition called Apert syndrome, which affects the skull bones by prematurely fusing. This leaves no opening, or “soft spot” for the brain to grow. His fingers and toes were also fused together. He has had 13 surgeries to rebuild and remodel his skull and midface bones, as well as separate his fingers and toes. Five of these major surgeries occurred before he was even a year old.  Needless to say, things have been complex for him, as well as our family.

My son is very introverted, and self-conscious about being “noticed.” The older he gets, the more resistant he becomes about going places.  I get it… at the tender age of 14, teenagers start seeking independence, and dragging them out of bed before 10 a.m. in the summer is torturous for them. This is also the age of trying to fit in and feel like you belong.

This was when my “new” worry began a couple years ago, but luckily we had two positive events that helped. First, we attended our very first family retreat with the Children’s Craniofacial Association. They host this event once a year so that other families affected by a craniofacial syndrome can meet, socialize, and connect on a level that allows a sense of freedom and belonging. Even though we may live states (and even countries) apart, we are not alone!

Second, we were able to launch a district-wide Choose Kind campaign the year he began middle school, to help raise awareness for Apert syndrome and craniofacial differences. This definitely eased his mind, and ours too. He came from a campus of two classes per grade level, in which everyone knew him, but he was about to enter into a middle school flooded with all the students from the other schools that didn’t know who he was. A video was made, and other students and staff participated to spread the word to choose to be kind. They also encouraged everyone to read the book “Wonder” by R.J. Palacio. If you haven’t read this book, I highly recommend it. Read it for yourself, or to your children or grandchildren — I hear they will be making a movie soon!

The Choose Kind campaign helped ease my son’s mind. In his words, “Now everyone knows, and I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Now, let me preface this next part by saying that we as a family have always gone places and done things like most families do: shop, eat out, go to baseball games, arcades, movies, etc. So when we were staying at my sister’s house, we decided to take the kids to their community recreational center that had indoor water slides, a lazy river and such. My boys have been there before with their cousins when they were much younger, and thoroughly enjoyed it. But the minute we arrived and got out of the car, my oldest son started saying to me, “I don’t want to swim, why are you making me swim?”

I have to be honest; I immediately began to feel irritated. It’s quite a struggle competing with technology time these days with a teenager. But what I wanted to ask him was – why was he being difficult? It’s not like we’ve never been swimming in public, or at water parks. I was perplexed, because two weeks prior he had overcome some fears and made the decision to go to church camp for the first time, away from home. He was surrounded by people from our church whom he felt safe with and trusted, along with his little brother, he chose to take the leap.

I stayed outwardly calm, and explained to him that we were here to spend time with our family and for him to enjoy this time with his cousins because we don’t get to see them very often. Besides, he loves to swim and ride on water slides. We went inside, paid for the entrance fee and walked to the pool area. My mom, sister and I were looking for a spot to sit so we could visit while the kids had fun.

We found some chairs and were about to sit down when my son said something to me.  It was kind of loud; everything was echoing, and he is very soft-spoken.  So I asked him to repeat what he said, and these words rang loud and clear despite the fact that I could still barely hear him. “A group of people have already stared at me.”

We had been there less than ten minutes, and those words in my ear punched me right in the gut. I was beginning to pick up his message. He was uncomfortable because we were in another state where he worried that people weren’t familiar with kids that look like him. I guess I was naive to think that we could be past this, and that everyone in the world would be able to look past his physical differences and move on.  But we’re not.  He’s not.  

We are so used to going places and doing things locally. I truly forget that being in a completely new environment, surrounded by people who may not have ever seen anyone like him before, can sometimes trigger his anxiety and feelings of fear. I had to pause for a moment and collect my thoughts on what to say. But the truth is, I don’t always know the right thing to say.

I don’t want to dismiss his feelings by minimizing the situation, but I do want to find just the right way to build his confidence. So I try my best to validate his feelings, yet still give him some truth, encouragement, and hopefully a sense of empowerment. My words to him were: “I am sorry that people have stared at you; that must make you feel uncomfortable. Remember, sometimes people look, but don’t stare, simply because they are curious. They may be wondering what happened, since your fingers and toes look different. But if they continue and it becomes an unkind stare, you can always smile at them or say hi.”

I knew with him being such an introvert, that might be a little unrealistic, but it was the most forgiving thing I could come up with… until my passion rose. My empathetic heart felt sad and a little angry, knowing my son has to deal with this on a daily basis. So I ended it with: “This is a moment where you can make a choice – to be brave, and hold your chin up high knowing that you are loved and that God made you just the way you are. Do the things that make you happy and don’t let fear control you.  Or – miss out on the fun and joyous things in life because you are too afraid.”

I am so proud to say that he chose to be brave, just like he has for the last 14 years.  And when I saw the smile on his face as he floated past us going down the lazy river, my heart could rest again.

Even though this is something he will have to conquer time after time for the rest of his life, I hope that now the seed is planted. The seed that will help him to grow stronger in who he is, and want to bloom even if there are weeds around him.

But this lesson was not just for my son. It was also for me.

Fear will not be our dictator.

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The Moment I Realized Apert Syndrome Was Here to Stay

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The first two weeks after Sarah’s birth, I was swimming in a sea of denial. It was so deep, however, I denied my denial. Every morning I would wake up and wonder, “Maybe this has all been just a bad dream.”

I prayed she would be healed of Apert syndrome. I asked our lives would resume to a steady, predictable rhythm rather than the chaos and uncertainty that often accompanied it. For a time, it seemed maybe Sarah would just need a few surgeries, and then we could start a “normal” life — a typical life devoid of surgeries, pre- and post-op appointments, paperwork, phone calls, more paperwork, bills and therapy sessions.

Then one day, it hit me that Apert syndrome was here to stay. No, it wasn’t a flash of the proverbial lightning bolt that jolted me into this reality. Instead, it was like a quiet acceptance settled upon my heart, and at last, I was OK with the fact that Apert was going to be a lifelong companion.

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Jeannie’s daughter.

I was sitting in the waiting room while Sarah was in her weekly occupational therapy session. Lost in my thoughts, it occurred to me that I no longer viewed Apert syndrome as an unwelcome intruder. I didn’t immediately think, “Apert” when I saw my own daughter or others like her. Instead, I was beginning to see the person behind the diagnosis, the beloved face of my daughter. It was a revelation that swept me into an oasis of relief, and peace settled upon my soul.

Life with Apert syndrome isn’t so unnerving or daunting when one can allow it to be the constant presence of a friend. I won’t say Apert is the kind of friend I’d choose, but since it arrived in our lives and is here to stay, I’m learning to see it as more of a comrade than enemy.

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Jeannie’s daughter.

It’s really a matter of perspective, as is anything that is difficult or uncertain in life. We can choose to view challenges as obstacles, or we can learn to see them as opportunities. 

Sarah isn’t aware she is “different”; she only sees opportunities. Sarah doesn’t know she has Apert syndrome yet. Everything she’s experienced in her little life of three years has been typical to her. She doesn’t know what it feels like to have fingers that move with ease. She has no basis of comparison for her shorter arms or cute little fused toes.

Her body has become her haven, and I’ve learned to see it that way too.

I think we all have to remember that every human being is in some way, different. When I was a kid, I was called “four eyes” because of my coke-bottle glasses. I then earned the nickname “brace face” when I adorned those lovely metal braces on my teeth. I grew up hating the fact I was seen as an anomaly among my peers because of my introversion and “ugly duckling” appearance, but now that I have a daughter who is visibly different, I am proud of the little girl I once was — who was shy, awkward, afraid of herself.

Living with Apert syndrome as a friend, rather than foe, means I see myself differently. I am no longer ashamed of being different, because I know how beautiful each person’s gifts are to the world. One person may be prodigious at empathy, while another is perceptive mathematically. One may be a musical phenomenon, while another has a brilliant engineer’s mind.

Even mundane tasks, such as sweeping floors or organizing shelves, can be done with incredible joy, contentment and finesse. Apert syndrome has taught me there is no such thing as superior or inferior when it comes to people. There are no menial jobs or talents, because even small things can be done with great love.

That’s what living with Apert syndrome reminds me each day – that love is the essence of this life. Perhaps Apert has become more of a family member than a friend lately, because I’ve moved from accepting it to thanking it for what it has taught me and what lessons it has to offer the world, too.

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