Since moving to Michigan four months ago Tuck has become the patient to a Cardiologist, Pulmonologist, Gastroenterologist, Geneticist, Physical Therapist, Speech Pathologist, and now Neurosurgeon. There has yet to be a week here where we haven't needed to go see one of them.
He's a tricky one to figure out, that Tuck. He's keeping the doctors on their toes. Syndrome is the word they keep using, although no one's sure which one. He keeps me very busy, and Wyatt too worried. We're still in the thick of the storm, trying to get diagnoses for a couple different issues, trying to manage the endless appointments, but today the storm lifted just a bit.
Like I said, I had bags packed. Bottles for the rest of the day, pj's just in case, my book. The other kids had babysitters. As I drove I thought about the possible things I might hear from the doctor. Shunt was the word I really didn't want to hear. Then I thought about the weather, and how the snow on the side of the freeway was ombre looking. Probably because my mind didn't want to scare itself before it knew for sure, and the weather was safe.
The doctor put me at ease right from the get go. He was super casual. And quick too. He already knew everything about Tuck's history, so we didn't have to go over the usual rundown. That was really nice. I appreciated that. We looked over Tuck's MRI and he showed me pictures of normal brain fluid, compared to Tuck's brain fluid. Tuck has more than normal, but not an alarmingly amount more. Good news. Tuck, he thinks, only borderline has hydrocephalus and at this point, doesn't need a shunt. More good news! In fact, it's the first good news about Tuck's health that I've heard since living here. I was grinning ear to ear.
After the doctor left the room, and before I strapped Tuck back in his car seat, I squeezed him, and rocked him, and loved on him. I hoped he could feel the good news too.