This morning, with three kids in toe, I drove to Children's Hospital. None of us were really happy to be there, especially when we had to get up early the last week of Summer vacation. Oh well. We need to get back in the early swing of things anyway. S kind of proudly led the way for her brother and sister to see exactly where she had spent a significant portion of her Spring. We headed up to level 5 and went to see the GI doc. I had put the others on alert to use their best manners and behavior in this office. They were concerned that I had somehow tricked them into going into a surprise attack visit for them. Paranoid kids. We were in and out in a more than reasonable amount of time, with the doc telling S that this would be her last visit to his office for this particular malady. She and I both got a little choked up, I must admit. While many people aren't huge fans of his, we loved this doctor. The time he took with her to explain everything that went wrong with her body, the love he showed her and the caution he took with her. Some may say he over tested or over appointmented with her, but after seeing how deathly ill she was, I was grateful. He hugged her and told her he loved her and was so glad to see her better. And then he was gone...but not before he added one last panel of bloodwork to be taken. She again handled it better than anyone her age should have to. Afterwards, noticing her leg had started to look angry again, we ended up having to see the pediatrician this afternoon. She's taking another stab at a solution. We'll see if this one works. Her poor leg serves as a constant reminder of the whole ordeal she wants behind her. It still gets stares at the pool and questions from her friends. She wants to not stand out. Here's hoping the closing of the GI chapter is the start of that.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
No comments:
Post a Comment