trudging along

Mason had his Infectious Disease Department check yesterday.  Everything looks pretty good.  There is still a small amount of swelling, but the tissue looks healthier, and things are about as good as they will get while the plate and ceramic beads are still inside his arm.  His sed rate, which is how they check for inflammation in the body, is under 20, which is good.  His CRP (another test for inflammation) is normal. The antibiotics are working. 

Mason continues to feel sick on the medicines, so we have added one more drug, Zofran, to his daily intake to try to combat the nausea.  He has already taken a couple hundred pills since he was released from the hospital, and it is getting OLD.  I know we should be thankful for so much, and we are, but we are also soooo tired of all of this, and bummed out.  I really hate complaining, because it doesn’t help anything, but today I am complaining on behalf of Mason.  This really SUCKS.

Wednesday Mason has an orthopedic appointment, where he will be x-rayed to see how the bone growth is going.  We are expecting an early-March date for removing the plate – perhaps we will be able to schedule that this week.  No matter how many surgeries your child has, it doesn’t get any easier to have them walk down that hall, away from you and toward the operating room.  I know there will be “life-lesson gifts” from this whole experience, but it is difficult to see anything right now but the pain.

Sorry for the downer post – cheap therapy for Mom I guess.

Here’s something kind of funny….if you have a sick sense of humor. (okay, I do. It’s better than no sense of humor) Yesterday afternoon the nurse called from Olivia’s school to come get her – she had a bad headache.  Since Mason had the doctor appointment downtown,  Scott came home and stayed with Olivia while I took Mason.  While Mason & I were sitting in the pharmacy waiting on the Zofran (by the way,  the insurance company will only approve 12 tablets at a time, and he takes 3 a day –grrrrrr) I got a text message from Scott.  Olivia was vomiting, and where was I???   It was kind of reminiscent of the time I left Mason in the hospital for a cup of coffee and came back to Mason puking into a bucket Scott was holding.Even Olivia saw the sliver of humor in that.  J