A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Finally An Answer

Friday, April 27, 2007

Finally An Answer

Hunter and I trucked it in to the hospital for a quick set appointment with the CT scan people. Come to find out his appendix is fine, he does however have something called Mesentric Adenitis. MA is the swelling of the lymph nodes in the Mesentric area of the abdomen and mimics appendicitis to a T! MA has no real cure so we can only medicate Hunter for symptoms, but we cannot fix his problem. Most of the time MA sticks around for about 2-3 weeks, Hunter has been sick 1 week today, so we have a little bit to go.
Hunter's spirits were lifted when we got home and the school had dropped off Get Well Soon cards from his class...he felt sooooo loved!

Thank the good Lord we had a wonderful Pediatrician, Dr. Katie Copeland, and a wonderful hospital, St. Luke's Meridian, who would not give up with an easy answer and fit us in late on a Friday to get a CT Scan and get an answer!

1 comment:

Becky said...: I am so glad you were able to find out what was wrong! I hope Hunter is feeling better soon!
Becky; 6:05 PM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes