I am Julie Hasselberger.

They asked me for a "bio" and this is what I wrote.  Today is Thursday, May 21, 2015  

I am Julie Hasselberger. Mom of three children living in Sandy Hook, CT. I have a Bachelors degree in political science and an MBA with a concentration in Human Resource Management. In 2003 I left the full time corporate career world because my severely disabled child needed my attention, advocacy and care full time. I am outgoing, I love people, love music, and love God. I am a Christian and I believe that we have Hope through our saviour. Needless to say, my life is a daily struggle full of challenges that can be very overwhelming. I am always trying to get healthier, and that too is a tough battle as Daniel is just getting bigger. I love my children, Sarah, Daniel, and Thomas more than anything in this world. I have been married for 22 years to John Hasselberger, and marriage has its challenges dealing with differences in opinion and different personality issues. I've dealt with severe depression and anxiety for years, and I a true believer in "choosing happiness" NO MATTER HOW HARD.

I started vlogging regularly about a year ago to share my journey and my story. Its been a wonderful experience. My vlog is my main source of enjoyment these days, because I am capturing the daily life of my crazy family.

Life as a Mom to a severely disabled child is very isolating and lonely. You feel disconnected and on another planet all together. I cry ALOT but I laugh more.

I love to make friends... and its funny how I basically spend actual time with, none. But I have found so many friends who want to be there for me in the You Tube community and through my Special Needs support groups.

In life you never know what to expect. What matters most is love. It can be challenging when people who are closest to you dont "get you".... and the bills certainly have NO MERCY for people caring for disabled children in their own homes, giving up their lives for their children. Welcome to America.

Life is beautiful. Despite all of the negative people around us, the negative world we live in, we can choose to grab each moment and value it and love it. Live for now. Because the reality is truly this, all we have is what is now. The rest either is in the past, or in the future. One is gone, and the other is unknown. Love eachother now. Right now.

Marching Bands and Unfriendly Golf carts

As life for everyone else moves along, so too does life for Daniel.  Thomas is now happily acclimated to his position in the Newtown High School Marching Band.  John and I have been enjoying our time together with Daniel, as we venture out to see the band and guard perform.  Through rain and power outages, so far, we have remained dedicated parents!!  Of course, technically our son is not even in high school, he is still an 8th grader, but he sure doesn't seem like a typical 8th grader.

The diversion of the music, and Daniel's total wonder and amusement of the people, lights, music, whatever... makes it fun.  There was once a day that I played in my high school marching band. I played the flute and piccolo and music was the only place that I could go to escape stress and build my self esteem.

When we left the stadium at Trumbull high school, we had a really good laugh because a "golf cart" that they were using to transport disabled persons to and from the parking lot, was parked right up next our van blocking access to our lift.  It just seemed so incredibly funny to us, I am not really sure why.   Life is full of ironic twists sometimes.   I imagine I was probably one of the few people who stopped and talked with the EMT's, and stood and vlogged.  I have become completely unaware of whether or not people are watching me talk to myself into my camera.  I actually find humor in the looks I get.

Newtown came in second place at this competition.  Norwalk High School has an incredible band, they are apparently our nemesis.  I'm just in it for the ride.  Every single one of these kids are working so hard.   And no child who has the ability to perform should ever be taken for granted.  That is how I feel anyhow.

Enjoy the video.  Warmest regards from my heart to yours.

 PLEASE ENJOY THIS VIDEO OF "MARCHING BANDS AND UNFRIENDLY GOLF CARTS

Sunsets are beautiful, even from a hospital room

This is my blog.  This is my world that I write about. I am Julie Hasselberger.  Daniel's Mom.  Today is April 2, 2014 if you can believe that!  Honestly, I couldn't be more thrilled to see this past winter get lost. It was awful. All winter I raved about how well Daniel was. His strength was so impressive and not even the slightest cough or runny nose.  Daniel started new, and more aggressive physical therapy at a great place called Summit Rehab.  The past year and three months since his spinal surgery/pancreatitis has been completely without incident, illness wise.  Perhaps there was a slight seizure, but his brain is a wacky mess of electric inconsistencies, so thank God for the seizure meds.


Daniel recovering from pneumonia 4/2/2014

Today, Mom (me), renders me watching him sleep from this hospital room at Yale New Haven Childrens Hospital.  This story goes something like this. Had a great day Saturday.  Sunday morning he was retching, gagging, and trying to vomit. If you know anything about the gastroenterology world, Daniel has had a procedure called a Nissen Fundoplication. The Nissen actually prevents vomiting and reflux, with the intent of saving him from aspirating his own body fluids.  But when he feels sick and wants to vomit, he can't without tremendous force.   OK.  All day Sunday March 30, 2014 he retched and gagged.  He started running a fever.  He wasn't tolerating feeds, not even a drip of pedialyte, so long story short I called GI. And first thing in the morning on Monday headed down route 34 in wet slippery snowy slush to the Yale ED. 

Spent the entire day in the ED at Yale.  Had two visits from a lovely therapy dog named Jerry.  There is something wonderful about seeing a large furry friend in the middle of an institutionalized setting.   Especially when you are sitting in a room from 10:30 am until 5:30pm, just waiting.

Therapy Dog at work in the ED



Jerry the therapy dog at Yale

The Special needs Mom lesson for today is, you can not live in a world of complacency when you have a child like Daniel.  Viruses happen.  Aspiration happens.  When the good times come, like the long wonderful periods of great health, grab that boy and hug him like there will be no tomorrow. 

Dogs bring love. No matter where you are.




Raising a disabled child is a completely different journey that most people in "normal" families can ever imagine.  Every step, of every human life journey is unique.  But these special children bring challenges and changes that can destroy a person, or build a stronger soul.



Arriving at the ED....sick

Miserable guy

Non-verbal children try so hard to communicate with you in whatever responsive way they can.  For Daniel it is eyes, facial expressions, touch, crying, biting. 
  Cozy in a hospital bed





Trying to communicate with Dad through touch

 

 

The sunset is remarkable sometimes, no matter where you are.  This sunset on April 1, 2014 was spectacular from the 7th floor of Yale New Haven Childrens Hospital.  What a beautiful gift.

 

It feels as though the world has slowed down, or even stopped "paying it forward", or "being kind", please don't let it stop.  There are many people hurting, needing, and alone.  I will end this post by saying that I've been wondering for 3 days what is wrong with the tiny baby in the room next door that just cries and cries. 

 

Be blessed friends.  And now I go back to being "hospital room Mom" .  I will try to increase my blog posts.  Life sucks me out of all the things I enjoy. But I find my way back to them.

 

Julie Hasselberger  4/2/2014

😄church. Decision

It really is funny how on Sunday morning when I am waking up before all of my meds kick in, and before coffee, I groan at the thought of getting out the door by 8:30.  But once Daniels nurse gets here at 7.  And I have guzzled the first coffee, taken my pills, and found some Advil. I start to get a spark.

They say you need church the most when you are fighting yourself on going.  I most enjoy when I go with my daughter too, because she is absorbing so much. I love her positive energy and company. 

Thomas goes to his teen group and Daniel to Special Forces class. 

I typically don't have but 5 minutes to get ready so I'm not real pretty at the 9 am service. I don't mind. 

It reminds me of the things I wrote down last week that I said I wAs going to do for sure this week. We will remind again. 

I'm surrounded by sarcasm and negative jokes from the minute I open my eyes and the house comes alive.   A little peace will do a girl good. 

Going to church is not about a duty or responsibility.  It's about a relationship. So whether you go once or devotedly it's your relationship with God that matters.  He does, however, like us to fellowship together. 

Happiness. Happiness.  Happiness.  Choose happiness Julie. Choose it. Hold it. Don't let it go today. 

So. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to church we go. 

Will we make it without anxiety and tension, I don't know. Let me find the Advil because I am stiff and sore 

Have a happy day.  Find something that raises your own personal happiness factor. 

Sunday, January 12 2014

Up late

Give me some air

I just want to breathe

I am laying here lonely

Beginning to grieve

For the life that I wanted

I thought we would be

But your angry and distant

Disgusted with me

I am still just the same

Blonde hair girl with a name

I'm just needed now deeply

From someone in pain 

As you snore and you dream

I'm awake and I'm cold

I'm sad with no one to hold

So I care for your son

Watch him here all night long

The dog barks and I cringe

It's the same fucking song

So I sing it again and close my eyes

The barking gets worse

Daniel starts to make cries

Time to get up again and take a deep breath 

The only time I'll be loved 

Is after my death. 

A BIG decision, being Christlike, Fibromyalgia, and Happy Birthday Daniel

November 13, 2013

It's cold outside, the chill and gray colors have slowly replaced our warm fall leaves and yesterday we had our first little snow fall in the morning.

I remember last year, anticipating Daniel's surgery with great fear but with great excitement as well. And now a year almost later, he has shown that it was definitely a great decision.

Daniels spine AFTER

Daniel's spine before!!

 

Making great decisions is not always that simple. There can be great risks involved that really completely lie on your shoulders. The life or death decisions for your child.  But I have felt all throughout Daniel's life that having a concept of "giving him the BEST quality of life that we can" has to continue to be the focus.  It doesn't mean we want him to do things that we do, even if he can't, like forcing him to eat and aspirate. It means preventing illnesses and dangers that will make him sick, and possibly fatally sick.

My life has been a non stop road of managing Daniel's care, dealing with troubled emotional relationships, facing the demons of depression, living in a world as a complete anomaly as a Mom. For instance,always being the only Mom pushing the wheelchair across the Night Hawks football

Daniel at football, number one fan, always with an entourage

field, accepting myself as a caregiver and accepting that I left a career behind to care for my child, desperately trying to make ends meet financially since only one full time job doesn't pay it all when you have a medically fragile child in your home, non stop advocacy and management of so many issues in the special needs world I simply can't list it, being there for my daughter as she went through High School and into college,

Sarah's graduation day 

and being there for my youngest son as he moves into his teen years.  Of of course there is a marriage of 21 years full of ups and downs with many days where I just cry myself to the point of dehydration, and then we face eachother and agree that we need to keep trying and do still have love, but need to heal,  and managing the home.

Probably should also mention, that I have been stricken with incredibly bad fibromyalgia to the extent that some days I am so stiff and in so much pain that I can't function.  The pain limits my enthusiasm for exercise, and my tendency to eat my emotions leads to weight gain.  Weight gain makes it harder to breath at night and then you don't get enough oxygen, and that prevents or slows down weight loss.   I spend every day in pain.  And sometimes the pain management is helpful, but other times nothing seems to help.

So the cold just rips through me like knives.  It is bad.  But I never falter in my daily trek of getting up to change Daniel and get him ready for school. 

Now we face the end of the 2013 year.  So much has happened since this time last year.  Good things and bad things.  Today, I am focused on birthdays that are coming. Sarah is 18 on November 20th. And Daniel is 16 on November 22nd.  

John says there will be no bonus for Christmas this year, and honestly I can't even think that far ahead. I have too many things juggling in every crazy direction.  I am in such a bad financial state most of the time, that just keeping things running is a great achievement.  Sometimes, it gets good, but then whammy bam bang boom, something goes wrong. Again.  And I carry on.

Working flexibly part time now, has been an interesting adventure.  I became licensed at the end of September for Property and Casualty, auto, home, life, etc.  for Allstate Insurance with an agency in Monroe, CT.  I really like the agent in the office, but he hasn't been able to pay me since August due to cash flow struggles. He is a great insurance agent, but his partner died in December 2012, and its been a rough road for him.   So ironically I'm working for free when I really need to be doing other critical Daniel related things.  And the money I am earning, is supposed to be paying bills.  I don't know what I am going to do.   

Isn't it ridiculous that my dream is to get myself into an excelerated BSN program and become a nurse.  If I can embrace the ugliest parts of the medical world, many which I have seen, I know that would completely love it.  

All I want to do is find a career where I can give back to the world.  I'm not sure that insurance is that place.   So how do I wriggle my way out of this when I can't seem to get to the end of each of month with a panic attack followed by a few days of meditation and prayer to revitalize my soul.  

So many people over the years have reached out to help Daniel.  In my heart, every time it happens, I just want to turn around and say God, What can I do?  How can I be your vehicle to give back.   

And the answer to giving back is never quite clear. Except sometimes a miracle happens when a child will meet Daniel, and learn about the world of a medically fragile child like Daniel, and that child will take on the task of volunteering, and helping a child like Daniel.  Years later, I learn that some of these kids are doing all sorts of volunteer work, and in a round about kind of way...letting them know Daniel, has given back.

I am just a 47 year old woman.  I'm no where near perfect.  I have many flaws, but I'm also not the career driven person that I was back in 2000.  I have an MBA, in Human Resources.

Before Work one morning...

Not only did I complete my degree while working full time, I was integrally a part of executive management and I truly most enjoy the training and development part of my job.  People make me tick, helping people, seeing them succeed.  There was nothing more exciting that promoting someone who had worked so hard, and seeing their face light up during that meeting when we promoted them.  I loved my job.  

As time went by, however, little Daniel in daycare became bigger Daniel with seizures, surgeries, sicknesses, and school issues.  His needs would make me worry at work.  Phone calls would come and I would have to leave, always promising to come in at 6 the next day.  My company didn't care about Daniel.  And the race home to Newtown worrying about him, because so bad that I would pray for changes.  

Daniel had his first hip surgery in 2004 I think??  I don't remember exactly. But by then I was no longer working.  I remember sitting with him, right after that double hip osteotomy and hamstring lengthening, and watching him in pain. I would demand that the nurses get the pain team, because he was having a reaction to morphine, and I learned how aggressive I needed to be to help my son.  It was during that stay at Yale when looking into Daniel's eyes I promised him I would be completely there for him.  No more nanny, just Mom.  No matter what it would take.

Now this also came at a time when our medical bills were so enormous, and our other bills were piled high, and we had exhausted all resources to make minimum payments, and more kept coming.  John's insurance didn't cover everything.  Daniel had to go on a long long waiting list for state insurance through a title 19 waiver.  So it was 5 more years of hell.  Of almost losing the house, of filing a partial bankruptcy to clear out the giant pile of debt, thankfully keeping the house and assets.  Well, whatever assets there were.  We had a very helpful and compassionate lawyer who helped us get through a bad time.   And of course, any past debt issues like that haunt you for years, resulting in problems from a parent perspective with Sarah's college.   I just keep going.  It's all you can do.  And I say it, again, and again, and again, and again, "this society, our social programs, our country, does not care about the middle class families who have this type of extremely debilitating circumstance." They want us to be living in poverty with absolutely nothing before they provide any help."   I posted an interview with Russell Brand a little while back, on one of my blog entries.  I won't keep going on that topic.  It makes me cry.

At some point, once I had become full time advocate, Mom, financial manager, care giver of Daniel, something inside my body triggered the Fibromyalgia.  I began hurting physically.  Hurting all the time.  Depression got worse, and I was not sleeping.  Everything got harder and harder, even though I tried to keep a smile on my face.  I kept wondering WTF am I being punished for now? 

As I've mentioned in the past, Daniel had a virus in utero called CMV, Cytomeglia Virus. It attacked the formation of his brain. The virus came from me, obviously.  And it is quite logical that the virus also was the trigger for the onset later in life, of the Fibromyalgia.  There is medical evidence, even though no one can admit it.  If YOU have never heard of CMV, and you are pregnant or planning on having children...please educate yourself about it.

So the journey goes on.

 Julie managing pain. Julie managing Daniel. Julie managing Sarah and Thomas with all of their unique needs and dreams. Julie managing the financial state of affairs. Julie reaching out for help. Julie going to years of pyscho therapy, which I am not afraid to admit.  And Julie begging her husband to deal with his own depression, anger, and physical issues...all to no avail.  So the anger cycle in the house was never broken, and Julie had to do all of the above, always never knowing when an explosion would rock the house.   With compassion, and patience, praying for her husband to understand things from her, well, from MY point of view.  I'm not sure that he has ever accepted the fact that I believe Daniel needs a full time care giver and "manager" per se.   He blames all of our problems on my decision not to work full time.  Which is completely ridiculous in my opinion based on all that I have done for Daniel's life.

So you see, there is so much when you peel away at the layers.  One thing attributing to another thing...  complicated.  I have always been a type A person, wanting to resolve problems. Desiring to talk things through. Advocate of therapy. Wanting to put things out there and face things.  But within my midst was the opposite point of view.  Such as, keep things private. We do not discuss our family issues in public.  Things should be kept quiet. People should take care of their own, and not others. And so on.  This, to me, is a torturous and lonely existence.  Because I believe that God calls us to be brothers and sisters.  I believe that we are on this earth together as one, and part of our love for Jesus is to let him live through us.  That is my spirituality. I don't prescribe to a list of specific "you must do this, and you must do that" or else you do not get into Heaven.  

ON my baptism day at Walnut Hill  community Church

I have let my spiritual self evolve by opening my eyes to the Lord and letting his spirit guide me.  A personal relationship.  And through our personal relationship with God, he calls on us to be loving and to help eachother.


So, no, I will never live in a bubble of "our family is a quiet, non spoken, private, affair".  As you clearly can see, I affirm that in my approach to life.

As do many many other great prophets, philosophers, and just people in general.  But needing eachother, and helping eachother, we are learning and growing in Christ.  To be Christlike, to me anyhow, does not mean to just care about yourself.  

And so, I reach out. I embrace others. I love the children, and the animals. I ask for help because I honestly and completely need help. The universe will present to me a miracle some times, and other times I face stress.  I love this town of Sandy Hook, CT. It is my home.  It is the home of my family.  I do not want to leave here, because the schools and the teachers are so incredible.  My friends and neighbors are beautiful people.  Yes, it is the place where tragedy struck on 12/14/12 and yet, the compassion and love that emerged from that surely made the bonds much tighter.   So I do everything I can to keep my house, to provide for my family, to support my husband while he works so very hard at his job, and to, again, keep the concept going of "giving Daniel the best quality of life that we can".

No matter what it takes.  

Please send a birthday card to Daniel, he is turning 16 on November 22 and we are having a "Card Shower" for him.

35 Bennetts Bridge Road
Sandy Hook, CT  06482

Thank you, if you are one of my friends who has come to the end of this blog entry.  I love you.  I am so grateful for friendships, for prayer, and people who genuinely understand how hard this journey is.  I will be forever grateful and forever have you in my prayers.  

Wow.  All that I just wrote there..  Came out of me like lava.  lol.

Nutribullet for Easter, sick Mommy, and come on Spring hurry

Daniel Opens up his Easter Basket!!  March 31, 2014

April 3, 2013  Wednesday.  8:26am

Mommy is sick today.  Writing from the warmth of my many blankets and pillows I am suffering through a terrible chest cold today.  Fever, chills, fatigue, aches and cough.  Stress allows the bugs to find their way in and I find myself sick alot.

John just bought a "nutribullet" which is a way to make nutritious shakes.  Although green and pukish looking they actually really help you get all of your vitamins through natural foods.  Time will tell.

Wow its hard when I am down for the count because my services are needed here 100% of the time and taking time off is never an option.  So here, on a day when I could be working, studying, cleaning, etc I am snuggled in my bed.  Going to fall asleep at some point, and I know this for sure because the eyes in my head are repeatedly trying to close on me while my fingers type away.

Daniel.   Daniel had his eyes checked on Monday, and his eyes are great.  One eye does have a floater...meaning one eyeball goes in the opposite direction of the other.  But overall he got a clean bill of health on the eyes.

On Tuesday, we saw the Gastroenterologist from Connecticut Children's hospital.  We are going to be ordering a modified barrium swallow study for Daniel to be followed with a visit to the swallow team, and a new aggressive oral motor therapy program.  This is to first, help Daniel control secretions, and second see how well he is swallowing.   Eating again is not out of the question...and its something that we are revisiting NOW that his posture is so much straighter.

I think it would be cool for him to be able to taste food again.  The things people take for granted... like eating.

The sun is bright.  It is a Springtime sun.  And even if the air is cool, pretty soon it will be warmer and things will be blooming.  Blooming in some rebirth and renewal.  It was a dark and sad winter here in Sandy Hook.  But we have hope and promise.

HOPE and PROMISE for a brighter day.    I have this new bath and body works fragrance called "Beautiful Day" and when you use it, it is magic, it makes you have a beautiful day.

So the sick Mommy here is going to rest.  After some prayers.  Prayers that Daniels needs will be fulfilled, that we will be able to make ends meet and keep things afloat, prayers that enough financial help will come through that Sarah will be able to go off to college without stress.  Lots of prayers.  Lots of thoughts.

And once again... I am falling asleep here at the wheel.   Pain in my chest and back.  Being sick stinks.....

Happy April 2013.