Good Times Never Seemed so Good
In Good Times Never Seemed so Good, I will outline our next round of “guess H’s diagnosis.” It’s a fun game set to Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline.” After almost 5 years, let’s see who can guess what diagnosis we are going to get! It’s been a nail-biter over the years, but I feel like someone is getting closer to winning the game. Why does Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” come to mind? I simply don’t know. There is so much I don’t know, though.
Happenings as of Late
Our neuro has gracefully exited stage left with us. After our PLEX experience, Dr. James feels like she has done all she can do. Honestly, that wasn’t much, so I’m not too sad about it. We still need to find someone new, but I’d rather eat thumbtacks.
We have a Geneticist and a Movement Disorder doctor. They know nothing, either. Our Geneticist has requested a lot of bloodwork, which we’ve done. They also wanted a new level of testing since no one had done anything since this started.
Since all his genetic testing has come back clean, and we cannot get swabs from bio parents, we have to go a different route. So, we are redoing all of his tests. I am not opposed to that because he hasn’t had them done in about 3 years. If any doctor was worth their weight, we would have this testing done every year.
But let’s face it, they don’t care.
H will have a Lumbar puncture to check his opening pressure and see if he still has more or has fewer Oligoclonal bands. The last time he did this, his opening pressure was high, and he had 5 bands.
Does anyone know what to do with that information?
No one knows anything.
With that LP, he has his MRI, MRS, MIBG, and a CT Scan. This is to check his cerebellum and see if any tumors have popped up. Once we get all this information, they want us to get involved or apply to the UDN.
That is the Undiagnosed Network. Basically, all these doctors do is rare study things and give something that doesn’t have a name…a name. Possibly, again, it isn’t OMS because he has been medicinal resistant.
No one knows anything. Do you know how many doctors we have seen? I can’t even.
As We are Driving to Nashville
I get a call as I turn the corner to be in the city. It is the surgical nurse calling me to RESCHEDULE his surgery. I thought I was going to implode. Though I knew this sweet woman had nothing to do with anything, I was going to light into her.
I refrained. Her job is tough, and she is the one that takes the anger, while the doctors are the ones who get no words spoken to them because they are “gods,” and people are scared to say anything crosses to them.
However, I am not too scared. I’m so sick of being talked at, talked around in circles, lame excuses, no shows…I’m done. This is my 7 yr old life. He is not a toy to be tossed around like a hot potato.
I explained that we had just driven almost 3 hours and were in town. That not doing the procedures was not going to be an option. After about an hour, the nurse called again and said that another doctor would be doing the procedure.
So Here We Go Again
He has eaten and watched more tv than usual. He is tucked into bed, and we wait until morning. I know the information is necessary; I am so tired of him being poked and prodded.
We are waiting for those results; he was tested for Celiac Disease, so maybe somebody can figure something out. Or, perhaps, I just need to stop…take a year off…let him grow and heal and tell everyone to dirty word off.