You may remember my post in May about Aaron's problem. The doctor recommended surgery, and quite frankly, I didn't like that answer. I prayed and researched, and decided to wait and see what the pediatrician said at his 4-year checkup in July. I was trying to convince myself there wasn't really a problem and he was just fine.
We saw the pediatrician in July, and of course the pediatrician recommended the surgery. A couple of weeks ago I got the surgery scheduled, and I've tried not to give it too much thought.
But here I sit the night before and I'm nervous. What if they mess up, or what if it traumatizes him? I'm praying he is too young to really remember this. Sometimes his mind is like a steel trap though!
Claire is staying with Chris's grandmother tonight, so we can both take him to the surgery center in the morning. I've told him a little bit about what's going to happen, and he met the anesthesiologist last week. His big question was, "Am I going to get a shot?" And the answer is no--not that he'll be aware of. The anesthesia is done with gas, and he'll get an IV after he's asleep. I cannot imagine trying to put an IV in a 4-year old while he is awake!!
Aaron is pretty excited about going through the toy tunnel and getting to pick out a toy before his surgery. Hopefully that will be the memory he keeps about tomorrow!
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
A tough day...
Today was such a hard day. I'm sure the next few will not be any easier.
My BELOVED grandma has been in alot of pain the last 2-3 weeks. Thinking she might having walking pneumonia, she went to see her doctor last Monday. He did a chest x-ray, saw "something going on" and sent her for a CT scan on Wednesday. She was left in suspense and pain all weekend, and finally had her follow-up appointment today. Yesterday when we spoke she was insisting on driving herself, and even going to work after her appointment. (Yes, she's 76 and she still works, at a UPS store...she could never sit at home!)
This morning I got a call that she had gotten worse during the night and needed me to take her to her appointment. I was so relieved when she called me, because I felt like she was overdoing it. But there is only so much you can do with a stubborn independent woman like she is. So I got Chris's grandmother to come babysit and went to pick up Grandma.
It was no surprise when her doctor decided to admit her to the hospital. We still don't know what is going on in her lung. Her doctor mentioned "maybe something malignant" which scares me so bad. It is possible she has pneumonia. She feels absolutely horrible, and she told her doctor he had two choices: get her back on her feet again, or put her out of her misery. He said he hoped to do both, in a good way!
Tomorrow she has a full CT scan for which she has to drink barium, which she is dreading. She also has a scope in which they are going to attempt to biopsy the spots in her lung and the enlarged lymph nodes they see. We won't know anything until they do that, I guess. The waiting and wondering is so hard.
My grandma is one of strongest, most amazing women I know, and it breaks my heart to see her hurting. When I lived with her through part of high school and all of college, I vowed that I would take care of her the way she took care of me. I am so thankful for a flexible job and ready-access to babysitters so I can be there for my grandma!
My BELOVED grandma has been in alot of pain the last 2-3 weeks. Thinking she might having walking pneumonia, she went to see her doctor last Monday. He did a chest x-ray, saw "something going on" and sent her for a CT scan on Wednesday. She was left in suspense and pain all weekend, and finally had her follow-up appointment today. Yesterday when we spoke she was insisting on driving herself, and even going to work after her appointment. (Yes, she's 76 and she still works, at a UPS store...she could never sit at home!)
This morning I got a call that she had gotten worse during the night and needed me to take her to her appointment. I was so relieved when she called me, because I felt like she was overdoing it. But there is only so much you can do with a stubborn independent woman like she is. So I got Chris's grandmother to come babysit and went to pick up Grandma.
It was no surprise when her doctor decided to admit her to the hospital. We still don't know what is going on in her lung. Her doctor mentioned "maybe something malignant" which scares me so bad. It is possible she has pneumonia. She feels absolutely horrible, and she told her doctor he had two choices: get her back on her feet again, or put her out of her misery. He said he hoped to do both, in a good way!
Tomorrow she has a full CT scan for which she has to drink barium, which she is dreading. She also has a scope in which they are going to attempt to biopsy the spots in her lung and the enlarged lymph nodes they see. We won't know anything until they do that, I guess. The waiting and wondering is so hard.
My grandma is one of strongest, most amazing women I know, and it breaks my heart to see her hurting. When I lived with her through part of high school and all of college, I vowed that I would take care of her the way she took care of me. I am so thankful for a flexible job and ready-access to babysitters so I can be there for my grandma!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Prayers please, big decision
I hate to divulge a bunch of details about Aaron's medical problems right now, because they are somewhat personal. But I could really use some prayers and advice right now.
Aaron goes to the bathroom all the time. I remember my mom saying that my brother had to "test the plumbing" everywhere we went, so I just figured that he likes to look at the bathrooms everywhere we go. Last summer the pediatritian mentioned that his hole might be too small, causing his bladder to not completely empty. He suggested seeing a urologist. I put it off and put it off...telling myself he was just a normal boy. A couple of weeks ago we were at a restaurant for lunch, and Aaron had to go four times! It was ridiculous--and I realized he was not just going because he wanted to--he would have rather been playing in the play area, not taking constant breaks to pee. So I made the appointment with a pediatric urologist.
We went yesterday and I've been in knots ever since the appointment. He recommended a simple surgery to fix the problem. I just don't want to put my little boy through that surgery! I don't think the recovery is that bad, but I guess I'm trying to convince myself that he doesn't actually need the surgery. If I could somehow know without a doubt that he needs it, I will definitely let him have the surgery.
This morning at mother's day out I was telling a friend about it, and she had me go down the hall to talk to her mom about it, because her brother had it done when he was little. My friend's mom was telling me about how simple the procedure is, and explained to me the things she noticed that made her realize there was a problem. It was a very reassuring talk and I'm thanking God for giving me that opportunity to talk to her.
Today his mother's day out teacher did a bathroom log for me, and for the 5 hours Aaron was there, he went to the bathroom six times. SIX.
So please just pray for us as we make this decision about how to proceed. If you have any advice or reassuring words, please leave me a comment!
Aaron goes to the bathroom all the time. I remember my mom saying that my brother had to "test the plumbing" everywhere we went, so I just figured that he likes to look at the bathrooms everywhere we go. Last summer the pediatritian mentioned that his hole might be too small, causing his bladder to not completely empty. He suggested seeing a urologist. I put it off and put it off...telling myself he was just a normal boy. A couple of weeks ago we were at a restaurant for lunch, and Aaron had to go four times! It was ridiculous--and I realized he was not just going because he wanted to--he would have rather been playing in the play area, not taking constant breaks to pee. So I made the appointment with a pediatric urologist.
We went yesterday and I've been in knots ever since the appointment. He recommended a simple surgery to fix the problem. I just don't want to put my little boy through that surgery! I don't think the recovery is that bad, but I guess I'm trying to convince myself that he doesn't actually need the surgery. If I could somehow know without a doubt that he needs it, I will definitely let him have the surgery.
This morning at mother's day out I was telling a friend about it, and she had me go down the hall to talk to her mom about it, because her brother had it done when he was little. My friend's mom was telling me about how simple the procedure is, and explained to me the things she noticed that made her realize there was a problem. It was a very reassuring talk and I'm thanking God for giving me that opportunity to talk to her.
Today his mother's day out teacher did a bathroom log for me, and for the 5 hours Aaron was there, he went to the bathroom six times. SIX.
So please just pray for us as we make this decision about how to proceed. If you have any advice or reassuring words, please leave me a comment!
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