Everyday a story
What a day. But at the end of it the boy is still in there fighting.
It's been a hell of a last 48 hours since we heard that there may be something else in the boy's brain. But what is it? Another tumour or a blood vessel. Me and the wife have been trying so hard not to prejudge the outcome. But it was so hard not to jump to conclusions that it was another tumour.
The MRI took place yesterday afternoon. As I don't have much holiday left I went to work in the morning. The boy went to the Big National Hospital with Mummy and Auntie. There wasn't much room in the car so only little panda could make the trip. By the time I arrived at the hospital the boy had just gone into anaesthetic ahead of the scan. We all went for a nervous coffee down the road, making brittle conversation trying desperately to be witty and light-hearted.
We got back to the ward to wait for the call to go to recovery to collect him. It was strange being there again. We spent so many weeks there after his neurosurgery wanting to be somewhere else. And this time we were hoping that the scan will mean we can come back.
After a short while collected him. He was fast asleep. We took him back to the ward to let him sleep it off and to wait for the neurosurgeon to come back from a conference. With the boy asleep none of us knew what to do withourselves. Eventually, I woke the boy up by tickling his feet otherwise he wouldn't have slept at night. That gave us all something to focus on, giving him water, sorting out his feed and playing with him. The neurosurgeon eventually came back and came to the bed - always a good sign. Blunt as ever, she said it had been a red herring and there was nothing on the second scan. Auntie and the wife looked misty-eyed. Don't know about me. A relief of tension that we had got away with it. But followed by the renewed worries about surgery as the neurosurgeon started to plan a new date for the operation for next week. Never a quiet moment.
It's been a hell of a last 48 hours since we heard that there may be something else in the boy's brain. But what is it? Another tumour or a blood vessel. Me and the wife have been trying so hard not to prejudge the outcome. But it was so hard not to jump to conclusions that it was another tumour.
The MRI took place yesterday afternoon. As I don't have much holiday left I went to work in the morning. The boy went to the Big National Hospital with Mummy and Auntie. There wasn't much room in the car so only little panda could make the trip. By the time I arrived at the hospital the boy had just gone into anaesthetic ahead of the scan. We all went for a nervous coffee down the road, making brittle conversation trying desperately to be witty and light-hearted.
We got back to the ward to wait for the call to go to recovery to collect him. It was strange being there again. We spent so many weeks there after his neurosurgery wanting to be somewhere else. And this time we were hoping that the scan will mean we can come back.
After a short while collected him. He was fast asleep. We took him back to the ward to let him sleep it off and to wait for the neurosurgeon to come back from a conference. With the boy asleep none of us knew what to do withourselves. Eventually, I woke the boy up by tickling his feet otherwise he wouldn't have slept at night. That gave us all something to focus on, giving him water, sorting out his feed and playing with him. The neurosurgeon eventually came back and came to the bed - always a good sign. Blunt as ever, she said it had been a red herring and there was nothing on the second scan. Auntie and the wife looked misty-eyed. Don't know about me. A relief of tension that we had got away with it. But followed by the renewed worries about surgery as the neurosurgeon started to plan a new date for the operation for next week. Never a quiet moment.
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