Monday, August 18, 2008

Final Thoughts

My wife used to say that our kids were a stable of thoroughbreds. We had 4 magnificent stallions and a unicorn. The unicorn was beautiful, magical, and enhanced the lives of anyone crossing his path. He was creative and brilliant. He taught us about true forgiveness. He taught us to love unconditionally and not to judge. He taught us to laugh and have fun under any circumstance. Over the years we tried, foolishly, to turn the unicorn into a stallion. The unicorn tried valiantly to become a stallion. We all came to realize that a unicorn is magic, and can’t be kept forever. Kyle was our unicorn, and we were blessed to have him 24 years.

Kyle's (Ryan to us) memorial service was yesterday. There were hundreds of people - so many people they had to set up folding chairs in the hallway outside the door. It was an awe-inspiring testament to the power of his life, and the impact he made on so many people's lives. He packed more living in his 24 years than most people would in 10 lifetimes. The service was beautiful. Kyle was a very spiritual person, and had a couple scripture verses on his wall they incorporated into the service. We sang his favorite hymn - "Life Flows On In Endless Song" at the end. There was a guitarist playing 2 songs by his favorite band, Five Iron Frenzy, "Every New Day" and "If You Could See Me Now". It was wonderful.

Now comes the inevitable soul-searching.

I'm wondering if it was a mistake to medicate Kyle. My wife says absolutely not, it was the right thing to do. His most debilitating symptom prior to treatment was his all or nothing perfectionism that manifested itself in terrible outbursts of temper. Not directed at other people, but at himself. It was so painful to watch. His treatment did take care of that, and we were all thankful.

But as things went on, as so often happens, one med begets another, and before long he has a laundry list of medication. He was medicated to the point he wasn't experiencing life at all. His last 2 weeks seemed to be good weeks for him, but he still seemed over-medicated.

His doctors and care workers were exceptional. This was NOT a case where they callously over-medicated. But Kyle would ask for more and more. He couldn't sleep, or his anxiety was particularly bad, and so forth. The doctors, truly interested in his comfort, would try to help him. This is how he ended up with such a large amount of daily meds.

His death appears to be a freak accident. He fell face first into a coffee table in his room. The TV cord was exposed, and the TV was on the ground. We are guessing he tripped on the TV cord, and fell into the table. This accident could have happened with or without medication or alcohol, so I'm not blaming his death on that.

So why am I questioning if medication was the right choice? It comes down to a quality of life issue. Early in his treatment, when the Lamictal started to balance him and took away his inward-turned angry outbursts it was a very good thing. As things continued, and they added more and more medication, he lost the ability to do many things. Towards the end he was having a hard time leaving the house or meeting anyone. The disabilities he'd acquired were as debilitating as the one's he'd fixed. Having the benefit of hindsight I'm wishing he could have lived his last few months in a different way. Or do I? Those days were very memorable to my daughters, who would hang out and play games with him every day this summer. The old Kyle would have been gone half of the time, and we'd have been worried constantly.

I will wrestle with this the rest of my life.

If anyone else is in the same boat, take your child for who they are. My wife checked on Kyle every day. She hugged him every day, and told him she loved him every day of his life. Whether he was in treatment or not, or properly medicated or not, is meaningless. It likely didn't impact when he died. What did matter were the people and opportunities that made him feel good about himself. The opportunities his family had to make him feel loved and important. That we can look back and know we hugged and told him we loved him. When it's over, unconditional love is all that matters.

My deepest prayers for you and your family. Kyle being a unicorn in your family is so beautiful. So many children with bipolar illness are gifted and very loving. My son is 10, and misunderstood by seemingly everyone around him. They all know what a loving and kind boy he is, but when he's in the throws of his anxieties they want him to just straighten up. It is heartbreaking to see him so crushed by the weight of knowing how he is supposed to act. I love my boy so much. I want so much for people to remember who he really is and not condemn him for these episodes.

I am thankful to have run across your testimony to your son's life. Please know that you have made a difference in our world.

God bless
God Bless you and your family. I have two bipolar children (age 7 and 9)and the special moments have been memorable, while the bad days have been tumultuous. While there are many additional diagnoses involved with my children, the outcome of their disabilities has been a greater level of understanding and patience as I learn how to accept mt beautiful boys for who they are. I loved reading your story (although I shed many tears along the way)...I truly hope Kyle is free to spread his unicorn wings now...we can love them with all our hearts but it is such an unknown world out there...God Bless again, and thanks for your testimony to a wonderful life...
I am so so sorry for your loss! I found your blog today as I was searching out some uplifting sites and support sites for a friend/neighbor who has bipolar. I am so thankful to have found your is a wealth of info and help. I love the description of your son..a Unicorn. He sounds wonderful! Thank you for taking so much time helping others understand this type of mental illness. May peace be with you in this new year!
I know this might be a bit late, but I stumbled across this blog today, and I wanted to comment that it really strikes a chord with me. I was diagnosed with biopolar 1 disorder in October 2008after years of knowing something was wrong, but my fears being dismissed by family members,
I'm now twenty and it's getting hard to get it together; I feel overwhelmed by all the medications and adjustments, and my life seems to be spiraling out of control; but just knowing there are other people out there dealing with this and struggling and striving.
Like Kyle, I have problems with anger directed at myself when I fail to live up to my internal standard of perfection; I don't know what I'm going to do about this, but I'm hoping everything will get better soon.
Anonymous's comment, that Kyle was "crushed by the weight of knowing how he is supposed to act" especially touched me; right now I am at a cross roads in my life and many many people are telling me how I should act and what I should do, and I am filled with guilt when I break down and can't handle it and can't act as I should.

I hope I am able to turn my life around; and live my life sucessfully. I'm sorry for your loss, and I wish your family well.

Thank you for documenting and sharing Kyle's life, right now at this very moment, you can't imagine how much your words and descriptions are helping me.

Thank you.

If anyone reads this, and could direct me to a helpful online support group or information, it would mean the world to me. you can reach me at zomfgbbqhax(dot)srsly(at)gmail(dot)com

Much love and support,
I used to read your blog a long while back, and have rediscovered it today whilst looking for some support as I am battling through the end stages (I hope) of a particularly rough episode. I am so sorry for your loss, Kyle is indeed a unicorn. My deepest sympathies are with you.
I have a bipolar son. I ran across your blog after your son died. I don't know what to say except you and i have had so many of the same experiences and feelings. I feel connected to you, whose name I don't even know. I hope we both find peace.
Please help me. If anyone reads this, please help me. I want to go off my meds. I use to be happy and lively! I use to have fun. Now I don't leave the house at all. I'm too afraid. Of what, I do not know. I am unemployed. I am a mess. I am an embarrassment to my family. I'm too ashamed to speak to friends. I have no friends left, really. Every time I catch a break, I purposefully do something silly to screw it up, because I hate myself. I don't feel like I deserve that life. I'm living a lie. I have no future. No past. No present.
Anonymous - your pain is evident. I hope you have a chance to see this before I remove the comment, this post is now a memorial to my late son. You can email me through this blog, although I don't have many answers. I'm struggling as are you.

Health Central has an active bipolar community that would be a good resource for you. I may have a link in the sidebar for that, or just Google health central bipolar. Also, consider blogging yourself, it's very therapeutic.

It gets easier, keep working towards that. Take care.
I really dont like this disorder! Makes my life really bad :/
My heart goes out to the family. We search for the right answers when it comes to use of MEDS. The father cannot blame himself-he did his best. We have all forgotten aobut nantural alternatives and now we are learning. I wish they would have had the chance of giving their son LITHIA WATER. It has been used since 1880's with success and no side-effects. Earth heals us may we all learn this- God Bless the family they are wonderful parents-
I came across this blog looking for information about bipolar disorder.. I have felt almost nothing in days, and this just made my heart break. I am so sorry for your loss. I could never imagine being strong and brave enough to share a story like this, the day after the service. Thank you for the information on your wonderful blog, although I really can't read it without tearing up. Your experience is a gift. Thank you so much.
I came across this blog looking for information about bipolar disorder.. I have felt almost nothing in days, and this just made my heart break. I am so sorry for your loss. I could never imagine being strong and brave enough to share a story like this, the day after the service. Thank you for the information on your wonderful blog, although I really can't read it without tearing up. Your experience is a gift. Thank you so much.
Thank you very much for your story. May your family be in peace.
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