Still Waiting....

We’re still anxious to find out what the diagnosis is.  

Tidbits of news have been passed onto us…the parents.  

“The doctor called. She said my bloodwork came back normal.”  

“Normal?” How exactly can one be rushed into a bone marrow biopsy and aspiration and then the blood remains in a normal state is beyond me.  

Isn’t there something wrong here?  

I’m sorry, but the kid looks sick. I’m his mom. I know when he’s sick.  

He’s sick.  

With something.  

I want to shout at someone “ HEY! This is my kid! Figure it out so we can go back to our lives!”  

But I don’t think I get to do that.  

On Friday, we drive back down to Indianapolis.  

We will sit across from the doctor as she tells us just what she has determined to be the problem.  

Then we’ll listen to the treatment plan.  

“It’s the normal treatment for this kind of illness” she’ll probably  say.  

She’ll of course will have said this many times to parents…to their kids.  

They may decide they need to inject my son with toxins that could make him feel sicker than he has been in his life.  

He might cry. I will cry.  

For him I will cry when I wake in the morning , while washing  dishes,  doing laundry and in the darkest hours of night. There may be times when I weep and ask God for mercy on my child. For us.  

We have lost our normal.