I’ve missed posting the last two weeks, my apologies, but unfortunately I have a “teacher proof” excuse.
I’m not going to rehash all the details of the last horrendous two weeks, the fears, the tears and the anger. In a nutshell: my son went into the hospital Thanksgiving night for a suspected shunt malfunction which led us down the typical path of many tests. Some routine (CT Scan) because you know the hospital does not operate the MRI on holidays (I know this all too well, so I didn’t even flinch when they told me “it was not an option tonight”), and some not so routine (Shunt Tap) where they stick a needle and pull fluid off my son’s brain, always a favorite to watch.
So anyway he was inpatient until Saturday where we never found the cause of the nonstop vomiting, high fevers and waves of being “ok” to “not ok” all we know is a super high white blood cell count for sure. He was battling some sort of bacteria but we never found the source and in good news he did not have a shunt infection.
Really this of course sucked, we spent our entire summer in and out of the hospital, and we had been hospital free since 9/11/10. So really the past two months were a huge success in our book. And I could have gotten past the whole hospital ordeal, except for one minor detail:
OUR HOUSE WAS ROBBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WHILE WE WERE AT THE HOSPITAL!
Just writing this makes my blood boil and heart sink. Talk about kicking someone when they are down. I used to think I could handle all of the things we’ve been dealt, no more. I have hit that wall where I am saying “it’s enough, I can’t take it anymore”.