Hard Questions.

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The hard questions..I don't like them. I don't like asking them or hearing the answers. I'm not sure what's worse, answers to the hard questions or... "there's really no way to tell right now." Today was a long day. 8 total hours of appointments, one surgery scheduled, more possible reasons to operate, two doctors we never met (plus some "doctors in training"). Talks of an MRI, adding a new specialist (or two), statistics, hormone treatments as early as January, what's next if the vomiting continues, etc., etc. Case's Gi appointment was full of hard questions. The Dr. thought the GJ tube would be our answer. He really thought Case's weight would increase well, the retching/vomiting would stop and the pain/discomfort would stop. He was wrong and so was I. There is no reason why Case shouldn't be gaining weight on 880 calories in 24 hours. What is happening with his stomach is not an intolerance problem but rather a motility problem. He is switching meds, and has me venting Case (VENTING: When you attach a long tube with a bag at the end to bring extra bile, fluids and gas up and out of the stomach). I safety pin this vent bag to the outside of Case's pump pack. So, little man is attached to two tubes and two bags for 22 hours. Hopefully the venting, Med switch and calorie increase will help stop the vomiting/retching and add the weight. I really don't want to go onto "the "next step in the food battle". Anyway, the rest of the appointments went pretty well. It just turned out to be a long day. At one point I had a women say she didn't know how to entertain her child for two hours during his one appointment that one day (Oy). At another point, I saw a little boy that has been in the RMH for months and months... I felt like we were "home."  Case has a fan club in every clinic. He got a new fire truck from our Care Coordinator, lots of smiles and lots of hugs. Everyone was wonderful giving us pats on the back, snacks and drinks. It's like we went to visit some old friends. All in all it was a good day. Too much info and not enough caffeine but still a lovely day with my favorite boys.:)
 Snacks and drinks from the doctor.

 Lollypop.:) 
 The remote control fire truck Case's care coordinator gave him.:) 
 The decoration on our Ronald McDonald House door. How appropriate.;) 
Venting on the go!

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  1. AnonymousAugust 27, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    Wow, what a day...His smile is contagious. I am glad you are greeted with sweetness...Bitter with sweet makes it a little easier to swallow...thinking of you!

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