Coming To Terms
NUKEBOY2 ON THE MEND
I have a post in my draft box right now from 5 days ago. It’s about NukeBoy2′s seizure last week. It’s 1200 words and I’m only about 2/3 done with it. I don’t know that I will ever post it. I may, but for right now, it just seemed to me to be a bit much. Most of you know the basics: NB2 suffered a seizure last Tuesday and spent that day and most of the next in the hospital being poked and prodded. I posted an update Wednesday morning when the initial MRI results came in and said I would inform you of the final results when they came in that afternoon. I did that, to an extent, on twitter and through email. For those that didn’t see it I can tell you that the MRI showed that he did in fact have a seizure; confirming what the Pediatric Neurologist was reluctant to. It didn’t show what caused it and they really don’t have any idea. Which leaves us worse off than when we climbed into the ambulance last Tuesday. I’ve thought endlessly about this over the last few days, and I imagine that I will think about it for many more. How many more? I don’t know, maybe all of them; or until we get some kind of answer as to what caused it. Then there is always the worst case scenario; he has another seizure. Then they can poke a little lighter and prod a little less and still come up with no answers. That’s the crux of this whole thing; there is just so much about the human body that we still don’t know.
AT LEAST HE HAD A VIEW OF THE HELI-PAD
I’ve done a good job of poking fun at myself over my medical issues on this blog, but it will be impossible for me to do that with this. At the same time, those of you that frequent this blog know that on occasion I can be humorous, and on the rarest of occasions, almost giggle-inducing. I like sharing tidbits about my life and my family, and I will continue to do so; we can be a pretty entertaining bunch at times. So for that reason, we’ve decided that we will do our absolute best to not be held hostage by this “diagnosis.” I put it in quotes because there hasn’t really been a diagnosis. We will do our best to live each day normally, and with minimal worry and what-if’s. I am currently trying to think of a nickname for “he who must not be named.” Well damn, there it is; henceforth, the “next (if there is one) possible seizure”, formerly known as “he who must not be named” will be known as “VOLDEMORT.” That way we can casually ask NB2 about it without it becoming too stressful. I can say things like; “Voldemort hasn’t been sneaking around, has he?” or “If you see Voldemort lurking about, sock him in the nose.” Much like an old friends little sister used to announce the arrival of her lunar cycle by simply stating: “Helen’s here.” I wrote a post about it, actually; you can click on the link to read it if you want. I wrote in when I first started the blog so I know most of you have never read it. I thought it was actually pretty clever, and I know it was somewhat effective as the only one who commented on it was Joeprah and he thought I was talking about my mother in law. I love my mother in law, she’s great! I don’t know why I’m linking to him, the guy hasn’t posted since April. It’s like he’s got another gig or something. I think it will also help NB2 to not have his parents walking up to him every 2 minutes to muss his hair and ask; “How are you feeling? Everything alright? How are you doing?” I don’t want him to feel like he’s any different, but I need to make sure that he understands the situation. I certainly don’t want him walking around in fear all of the time. We’ll take it day by day and do the best we can because, well; that’s about all we can do. Melodramatic? Probably. Realistic? Unfortunately.
