So my little girl took some of the influence of her Dad and has taken a liking to comic books. She has been reading them on her Ipad, and although I might not admit it to either one of them, I kind of like the idea. I like Superheroes, and their “Good beats evil” message. I know it doesn’t always work out that way, but she is 9…
I sat in the MRI room with Meghan tonight – again. And even though it is a wonder I could think of anything over the banging of the machine, and the remnants of this migraine I have been fighting for days, I kept thinking of bookends.
Yep, bookends. See, back in June, on the first day after school was out for the summer we went for an MRI of her knee. It was a Thursday, the Thursday before July 4th. So, how ironic I thought, when earlier I was sitting in another MRI, this one of her brain, on the Thursday before Labor Day.
Bookends. Our summer ends the way it began, waiting for test results. Although I am starting to get the feeling that this testing and waiting will transcend all seasons. I will just notice it more in the summer – the season where I have one full time job (Mom to Meghan,) rather than two (Mom to Meghan AND teacher.)
And I am reminded of the image of the dog digging up the street that Meghan found for me a few weeks ago. This is what we do.
We do not accept anything less than an answer that makes Mommy comfortable. When the doctors tell me that puberty is just starting earlier these days, I buy it – to a point. When they tell me to consider all the hormones in the milk, and the chicken, I raise an eyebrow. My girl who has been dairy free since she was 15 months old, and has almost never consumed a piece of nonorganic chicken, who is at or below the weight for her height, and who has a mom who went through puberty LATE, should be one of the early ones… I just don’t buy it. So when the hormone tests don’t match, and I get doctors refusing to answer me, I push harder. That is what the MRI was today. My fault. I needed to have them rule out a pituitary tumor. We have Cowden’s Syndrome. We grow things. Someone should check. Just sayin… Then, when the results are clean in a few days I will breathe deeply and accept that this just IS.
And the recurrent strep… well lo and behold, the ENT said there is regrowth of the tonsil tissue. He wants to see her the next time she has strep. He shouldn’t have to wait too long. He also told me the right lobe of her thyroid was quite enlarged.
So we wait for the thyroid panel, and wonder if it has changed drastically. And, we think of those nodules on her thyroid and the doctor who told me they will turn… not if – but when.
We started the summer at the doctor. We spent most of the summer at the doctor. Scan this, check that. It will never happen like this again if I can control it, but it was necessary this time.
And in between the bookends of MRIs, we fit in some fun stuff. There were some great play dates. a day trip to the beach, some swims in the pool. a FABULOUS trip to Disney, a week of Vacation Bible School – (although not our “favorite”one.) There were some lazy days, and lots of just being together time. We can get a lot of talking in on all those trips to the doctor.
I guess the summer wasn’t a total loss, and yet still somehow I feel sad. Cheated. I stress at the thought of the scheduling complications being back at work brings. Holding up the appointments of a regular kid (eyes, orthodontist, swim class, PT, dance…) is tough enough. Complicate it with Cowden’s x2 and it gets hairy.
Maybe I feel like this every summer. Maybe I just love my girl too much. Time marches on. School next week ready or not!