andee63

hey guy u got my prayers God Bless u and that lil fella, sleep well

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Warmest thanks my friends, greatly appreciate the uplifting comments. I have some good news, we're home now! However, we have to go back on Monday for what will be the toughest procedure yet, the scoping. Basically, they're going to put a tube with a camera on the end into his stomach through his mouth. Thankfully, he'll be under for that one. But at the moment, we're out of that little hospital room and back in our comfort zone. His hemoglobin count has increased, which indicated that his bleeding has stopped. I swear, he doesn't act like anything is bothering him, except for a few moments here or there "cramps". But they pass quickly. We're keeping our eye on him, know what to look for now. The scoping process is to either rule out the Meckel theory, or rule it in. If it's "in", then we're on a needle in the haystack hunt, as I've heard they're very difficult to find without actually going in to look around. Once they find it, then it's a surgical procedure to remove it. The hardest part is not really knowing exactly, but the symptoms match Meckel exactly..including the normal age bracket "right before 2" for when it shows up first. Quite a rare thing though. Obviously we'd rather have something treatable with medication, but we'll take curable too. You know, your mind usually goes to the worst case scenario first. It's human nature. The part about this that i'll never forget, is when i had to hold my son down while doctors did their thing, because he'd fight like a prize fighter. Obviously he can't talk much, or very clearly in great length. But he would keep trying to say the same thing over and over, and it sounded a lot like "what did I do?, what did I do?" with tears in his eyes looking directly at me. That last photo of him in the nuclear scanner was the worst, because it lasted for an hour. I had to find a few quiet places after those moments to regain my composure a bit. Cut me to the core, and that terrified look on his face will be with me for the rest of my life. Monday is going to be tough too, because he'll know what's going on when we pull up to the hospital again. But, sometimes you've got to do what you have to do, and we've got to do this. However, for the mean time, we're home, he's back in his bed with all of his buddies, and mom and dad finally got to shower and decompress in private. I was starting to get pretty ripe in that little room! Never noticed how gray the beard is starting to get too. Best part was when we had the ok to go home, the stomach tube came out, the iv came out, and I said "who wants to go home?" That little boy was dressed and standing by the door in 60 seconds flat, with a big ole' smile on his face. Got him to the car, put him in his seat with his teddy bear "brownie", and he was out like a light before we got out of the parking deck. We got home about an hour later, he woke up, we came into the house, and he gave us a look like "payback time". He took his shoes off and threw them at us! He then proceeded to roam around the house for about 20 minutes just barking like a junk yard dog, throwing stuff. It was pretty funny actually. Then he had a snack, and we were back to normal and mom & dad were forgiven! He looked at us with a "what the hell was that all about, you turds?"

Time to get some sleep. Haven't had much since Wednesday night. My eyes look like I've been hangin' with the Cheech & Chong boys.. Again, many thanks for the warm words!!! Really means a lot to me! :)