We're back at Children's and hopefully we'll go home tomorrow. We are increasing a medicine that's not working anyway and hopefully adding a new one tomorrow that will take our little 4 year old, 43 pound, 43 inch kiddo up to 3 anti-epileptic drugs. Awesome.
I hate seizures. I hate the medicines that aren't working. I hate watching Luke cry as they poke him with needles and inflict pain to determine if he's having a seizure. I hate watching him stumble and slur his words looking like he should look on his 21st birthday, not at 4. I hate listening to the baby crying down the hall at the beginning of this journey. I hate feeling like I'm always, always waiting for the worst to happen and it keeps happening. I hate that while I'm waiting, I always feel like a crazy person. I hate being a big fat whiner when there are other precious kids who have it so much worse. I hate being away from Ben...again. I hate that I'm still finding my voice and my strength to stand up for what I think is happening to or what is necessary for Luke. I hate missing the second to last day of school with my first graders and I hate that I'm not going to be with Luke on Tuesday so I can be with my first graders on their last day. I hate not knowing how he is feeling or if he is in pain. I hate that I feel so much hate. Whew. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.
I love, though, so much. I love our families and friends who are always willing to listen and pitch in. I love new friends who are helping to make sure Ben feels special. I love my little boy who called the tech a booty butt (not deserved but I enjoyed the spunk!) and blew raspberries at her. I love the nurses and doctors who are trying their darnedest to help our family. I love that we found out that we might be able to get a hospital pulse ox monitor because his oxygen levels drop during his seizures which might give us a little peace of mind at night. I love my friend who is yet again going to make sure my classroom is up and running for the substitute tomorrow. I love the texts and emails and support that always makes me feel like we're not in this alone. I love the friends I have made because of Luke's diagnosis. I love my husband who is with me every step of the way. I love my boys who are going through life calling each other names and laughing and making arm pit farts. I love those things and so much more.
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| Since Luke has been so unsteady lately we've been holding his hand on the stairs. Ben now insists that it is HIS job to get Luke down safely. |
Hopefully we'll go home tomorrow. Hopefully we'll add a new medicine so I'll have renewed hope that this ugly stage is behind us. We'll meet our eptologist officially in a few weeks. Let's all hope that the past seven months can be the past and our future doesn't keep going this way.
Thanks for listening. Love from SLCH..... again.















