In January I had a breast cancer scare. Found a lump in my breast. Mammogram and ultrasound was inconclusive. I had to have a biopsy. It turned out to be a benign cyst. I dodged a bullet and swore never to miss another annual mammogram. (I have an extensive family history!)
In February and March I threw out my back 6 TIMES! In bed recovering 3-4 days each time. Never found out what was wrong. I’m just thankful that physical therapy fixed it.
In April Scott had changes in his eye exam that the sarcoidosis doctors thought needed to be looked at a little more closely. He still hasn’t gotten to see the special neuro-ophthamologist. Coincidentally, his appointment was today and he couldn’t get there because there’s a fucking flood!
In June, Will started getting dizzy spells. Took him to the doctor, thinking he had an ear infection and they’d give him antibiotics. They ended up doing an MRI and finding something suspicious on his brain that should be looked at by a specialist. After many scary tests at Children’s Hospital, they determined that it was damage done at birth and that he’s been thriving for 12 years, they expect him to continue to do so. The dizzy spells are most likely related to hormones and changes and puberty.
In July Scotty started having stomach aches so bad that he wakes up in the middle of the night vomiting. He has an appointment to see a specialist at Children’s at the end of the month. They’ve already ruled out gallstones.
In September we lost the house.
Sometimes it’s hard to focus on the positives. Sometimes it takes a lot of effort. But… my God, I’m so thankful for what you’ve given me. I love my husband more than anything. I love these boys so much. I’m so, so thankful my parents weren’t at the house when the landslide happened. I love this life. It could be a little less eventful…