Hope arises
I had some exciting, yet nervous making news yesterday. It all came down shortly after my quote unquote end of day. As I had stated before my wife was fed up with Childrens Hospital. They were not providing any answers and it became a political move on their side. Rather than looking at our son to find answers it became, less cover our own peoples asses. So she began calling around yesterday morning. I have to say it all fell into place yesterday evening.
On two different sources both led to Phoenix, Arizona. She acquired contact with a branch off the Mayo Clinic. They spoke with my wife and went as far as faxing some local hotels in the area. They also booked him Tuesday through Friday next week to perform tests. The interesting thing is the statements and questions the Doctor posed to my wife on the phone. He identified what Childrens did and had posed for our son. The last statement elated her. "I can help your son." You have to realize this is the first time a Doctor had made such a direct statement to us. It's always been "I think" or "Let me try".
As with anything in my life here lately, nothing is timely. Now we are running to figure out how we can leave Monday and be there by Tuesday's appointment. Fortunately I can work out of any box, as long as it has an internet connection. That puts most hotels on the map. So here we are, trying to catch-up on both of our works (which is laughable at best) and making directions to get there. We will probably stop midway in Amarillo, Texas due to it looking like an 18 hour drive to Mesa, Arizona.
The implication is great. The possibility of our son being rid of his staring out and speech delay is wonderful. We cannot afford not to try this. We have attempted everything else and we have broken milestones with him. I, like my wife hope and pray this is the end of this ride. However, I fear to put all my hopes up, yet again.
My wife and I still plan to have a night out, while the kids are at Nana and Papa's but our minds will not be at ease, I fear.
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