Myka’s Story

Site created on January 18, 2023

Welcome to our CaringBridge website. We are using it to keep family and friends updated in one place, as well as to provide some background information on how Myka got here. We appreciate your support and words of hope and encouragement. Thank you for visiting.


While many health conditions throughout my life have contributed to this point, the single largest factor in all of this was a diagnosis of gastroparesis in approximately 2015.  I had struggled with eating disorders most of my adult life, but after some time at Eating Recovery Center in Denver , Colorado, I was in a fairly good place and my life seemed to be back on track.  I had already been to several treatment centers for help with my eating disorder, and the accompanying depression and anxiety. I always loved working as a nurse, especially as a psych nurse. I tried to work at several places and met wonderful people and nursing was something that always gave me purpose. I had to leave several jobs though due to the physical problems I kept experiencing.  I was working at Southwest Boulevard Family Health and then at the KU inpatient behavioral health unit.  Around this time though, I began to experience extreme pain and nausea when I ate some foods.  I have seen an amazing dietician, Paula, for many years. We made multiple diet and medication changes over the years and if I had relief, if did not last long. Gradually, the types of foods that caused me problems increased.  The GI department kept switching my medications to try to help my motility.  Foods would stay in my stomach for many days and the nausea and vomiting was becoming much more difficult to treat. The inability to stay on an appropriate meal plan  made it much more difficult for me to stay in recovery, however, as my eating disorder thoughts began to run rampant again.


In 2018, I went to McCallum  in St. Louis and experienced a better recovery than I had every known, despite continuing to struggle with being able to comfortably eat.  That fall, I felt better than I had at about any point in time in my life.  Some therapists that I had known for years even commented on how happy they were for me.  But, for whatever reason, life quickly took all this away from me.  


During a very bad episode of abdominal pain, I went to the ER and was diagnosed with a bowel obstruction.  This is not normally a severe condition, but in my mind, this marked the moment from which my general health has suffered decline.  The episodes of abdominal pain after eating gradually became more severe.  The foods that I could comfortably eat got fewer and fewer.  Finally, I went to the Mayo Clinic shortly after COVID hit.  After several tests there, it was ultimately recommended that I undergo a gastric bypass.  The doctors thought that by shortening the length that food had to travel to get to my intestines that perhaps this would increase the motility.  We returned to Kansas City for this procedure in December 2020.  Initially this helped my pain and nausea.  I was able to eat small portions of food better than I had for some time.  However, this relief was short lived.


In the spring of 2021, I began to experience reflux from the bypass into the remnant stomach that was left after surgery.  This caused ulcers and severe pain.  To alleviate these issues, the doctors placed a G-tube to vent the reflux from my stomach as well as a J tube to allow me to get sufficient nutrition.  Unfortunately, this did not help the situation either.  In January 2022, I underwent a removal of my stomach.  At that point, I was on 24 hour tube feeding through the surgically place feeding tube that went into my jejunum but was allowed to eat as tolerated.  My body could not handle this either.  I was running out of options to try, especially because my body would no longer absorb food or medication. The heart problems I had experienced throughout all the years got worse as I could not stay hydrated. Over the past 5 years I also would also have multiple central IV lines, but I was in the hospital constantly with infections from these IV lines.  By November 2022, the GI doctors at KU advised that there was nothing else that was likely to provide any lasting benefit at this point, but they could continue with medication management.  


In December 2022, I had another extreme episode of abdominal pain and was seen at St. Luke's.  The GI doctors there agreed with the doctors at KU, but also found that my GI system was absorbing little to none of the nutrition and medications that I had been able to take. We had a discussion to start with palliative care, but the multiple problems continued to escalate.  At that point, the diagnosis qualified me to be placed on hospice care, allowing me to shift the focus of my care to comfort instead of curative.  This was an extremely difficult decision to make, but based on the doctors'  recommendations, it became clear that the decision had effectively been taken away from me.  Brandon and I had a discussion with the palliative care team, and decided that I would do hospice care at home. This was also a decision that felt more in line with how I wanted to experience life; the past years I've been away from Brandon and Hadley  more than I've been at home due to the constant hospitalizations from dehydration, infections, and pain. 
There are many other details of the story, but this is a basic summary to how we got here. It's a story filled with both beautiful and terribly sad times, and I have had to come to a peace with the fact that I will not have the "story book" recovery promises. I worked so hard on recovery from the eating disorder and depression. It was incredibly hard to have a brain that was happy and living the life I had always wanted but a body that was failing and no options left for treatment. I wanted to be able to enjoy to the fullest the days I had left, instead of being so terribly sick. I am the luckiest woman ever to have a spouse that has stood by me, hoped for me, held me in my pain and sadness, and has the largest most caring heart of anyone I've ever known. Hadley, my beautiful sunshine kid, has made me the happiest mom. She is so strong, and every day I get to be with the two of them is more than I deserve. I know we are all hurting, and this was never the path any of us thought we'd be walking, but there's acceptance. Hope is still here in our home, as well as happiness. We share each other's tears and pain, and have thankfulness for happy moments, even when they are experienced under a veil of sadness.
Thank you for coming to share in our story. 

Newest Update

Journal entry by Myka Lawson

My apologies for the delay in getting an update.  When I opened this Caring Bridge page, I underestimated the amount of stress that this could actually cause.  Trying to come up with the perfect words to detail what has been going on as well as describing how I feel is far more difficult than I anticipated it would be.  Telling the stores and the events of the day brings up a level of anxiety that I did not think would happen either and made me feel self-centered. I have always loved writing, but I have struggled to come up with the words to say.  i sit down most nights with my hands ready to write, but then overwhelming anxiety shuts down my brain.  

I hope to write a few posts over the next few days with some stories and provide a more intimate look into our lives, the good and the bad.  Tonight I want to spend time thanking some of the people who have done more for us than we ever could have hoped over the last two months.  We celebrated Christmas with my family on New Year's due to illnesses.  While at my parents' house, my sisters, mom, and I sat in a bedroom for a couple hours discussing where my health had gone and what was going on.  This was a very difficult discussion to have with many tears shed.  These tears helped bring a better appreciation of the feelings we all have about the situation.  As we understand better now, grief shows up in very different ways for different people.  I was overwhelmed with the acceptance and love showed to me.  Megan, Dana, and my mom made me feel heard, believed, and understood.  We left my parents' house that day knowing that this was going to be a difficult process, but that we never needed to doubt that family would be there for us.  That day also set the tone for how I needed to approach others as I discussed the situation with them.  People process grief on their own timeline, not mine.  

In late December, I had a short three day stay at the hospice facility.  The staff wanted me to be under closer supervision so that my medications could be adjusted more efficiently.  After this stay, I was contacted by Tina Derek asking if I would be up for a visit when she came to Kansas City in early January.  From Tina's beautiful ways of bringing everything together, she showed up with a small army.  Emily Hermesch, Leah Heinen, and Michelle Heinen came with Tina as gifts from God.  They packed up our house after Christmas, cleaned and organized so much of our house, and helped in more ways than can be explained.  Real discussions about difficult topics helped me come to grips with the situation in ways I didn't know I needed.  They helped create a schedule of people to stay with me so that Brandon could go back to work.  I cannot put into words how much this means to me.

Sarah Kiehl and Delaney Swanson also came in and provided invaluable help with the medical situation.  They made everything manageable with the difficult medication regimens and would constantly remind me of my strength and my ability to handle what was happening.  Jeff Freeland and his family also provided essential support, staying with me several days when Brandon had to be at work.  The amazing women of the Common Hearts group at Woods Chapel UMC helped me in the darker moments as I have struggled with understanding what was happening to me.  

The support of our families has been heart warming.  All of the aunts, uncles, cousins, and more have been an amazing reminder of the love of our families. My siblings and parents have gone above and beyond to help even as they remain busy with their own lives.  Brandon's parents have been there for anything we need.  Brandon's sister Sarah sent us an amazing dinner with our favorite BBQ from Jack Stack.  Hadley had a blast at ComiCon with her uncles Kyle and Evan and has been grateful for time with her cousins at Brandon's brother's house.  

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