Aaaahhhh... Its been a while. Me and you. Together. You know... sitting here infront of our screens sharing this moment...
Eeeeerrrrmmmmm....
Well, we saw Dr A this afternoon (Dr A = Paediatrician). Booking an appointment to see her is like trying to book for the president. We waited three months. Not because we wanted to but because she was booked out. Why? Because she is AWESOME! Like my kid. His awesome. You know that.
We sat in that room for an hour talking about Mango. While he sat there trying to join in the conversation with us.
Mango: Excuse me. I know your speaking about me. Don't face my pram to the wall! I can't see!
Well, I assume that was what he was trying to tell us with all his babbling and screeches.
What I thought had been very mild spasms Mango has been having, turned out that it might actually be seizures. Damn. All I know about seizures are that they could fry your brain. Sorry, no nicer way to put it. Fry. Fry like frying something on a fry pan till its burnt. Damn again. Which if we can really confirm they are ACTUAL seizures then that would explain many things such as his development. Oops. Thats one things BUT its a big thing. ONE. BIG. thing. Booked for an EEG. You know the most stupid thing about an EEG? An EEG is supposed to pick up seizures and high brain activity. The only way they can detect that is if this poor person has a seizure during the scan. WTH? Seriously? What are the chances. Most the families I have met who have children with epilepsy tell me that this scan is pretty much useless. Can I say damn again? Damn. Oh boy... This isn't even the beginning.
Dr A tried to do a small assessment on him based on her own knowledge and her experience with other children she has worked with during her 15 years as a paediatric doctor.
Her overall conclusion was that Mango is a happy and healthy boy. He will learn to communicate in a way that he finds best for him, in his own way. He will probably never have the chance to go to a 'normal' school or be 'normal'. He probably may never talk or walk but we can only hope that he will some day. He will always remain the little boy he is today. Never being able to be independent in any kind of way. He has medical issues and we can definitely try to get them all under control. *sighs* - all I remember was that voice inside of me screaming louder than Dr A was talking. I wasn't shocked. I was hurt. It just doesn't change. The hurt doesn't change. it always hurts the same and as bad as it did the first time. I slowly started to tear up, so I turned my face away from Dr A to take a look at Mango who was staring into space. I just wanted her to stop. Stop talking. I know reality and I accept it. I just don't want to hear it.. but she kept going. She said - I do believe that your journey will be a very difficult one and there will be many obstacles along the way. I know how hard it is to remember and know but as much as it will be a very hard journey, it will also be a very rewarding one too. As his doctor too, to him accomplish new things will be rewarding for me because we will be seeing each other for a very long time (aka for the rest of his life). - Don't you get it. I don't want to see you for the rest of Mango's life. I never want to see you again! - We will continue with the therapies and start with speech, - as if we dont have enough of therapies to even make time for more. - We will get to know each other other better and work through things as the years pass. -Far out. I think this is the start of a bitter sweet relationship. -
We walked out of room in silence. Walking to the car was silence. It felt like the silence was making us all deaf and this one time, we would let the silence make us deaf so we couldn't hear our own thoughts...
Eeeeerrrrmmmmm....
Well, we saw Dr A this afternoon (Dr A = Paediatrician). Booking an appointment to see her is like trying to book for the president. We waited three months. Not because we wanted to but because she was booked out. Why? Because she is AWESOME! Like my kid. His awesome. You know that.
We sat in that room for an hour talking about Mango. While he sat there trying to join in the conversation with us.
Mango: Excuse me. I know your speaking about me. Don't face my pram to the wall! I can't see!
Well, I assume that was what he was trying to tell us with all his babbling and screeches.
What I thought had been very mild spasms Mango has been having, turned out that it might actually be seizures. Damn. All I know about seizures are that they could fry your brain. Sorry, no nicer way to put it. Fry. Fry like frying something on a fry pan till its burnt. Damn again. Which if we can really confirm they are ACTUAL seizures then that would explain many things such as his development. Oops. Thats one things BUT its a big thing. ONE. BIG. thing. Booked for an EEG. You know the most stupid thing about an EEG? An EEG is supposed to pick up seizures and high brain activity. The only way they can detect that is if this poor person has a seizure during the scan. WTH? Seriously? What are the chances. Most the families I have met who have children with epilepsy tell me that this scan is pretty much useless. Can I say damn again? Damn. Oh boy... This isn't even the beginning.
Dr A tried to do a small assessment on him based on her own knowledge and her experience with other children she has worked with during her 15 years as a paediatric doctor.
Her overall conclusion was that Mango is a happy and healthy boy. He will learn to communicate in a way that he finds best for him, in his own way. He will probably never have the chance to go to a 'normal' school or be 'normal'. He probably may never talk or walk but we can only hope that he will some day. He will always remain the little boy he is today. Never being able to be independent in any kind of way. He has medical issues and we can definitely try to get them all under control. *sighs* - all I remember was that voice inside of me screaming louder than Dr A was talking. I wasn't shocked. I was hurt. It just doesn't change. The hurt doesn't change. it always hurts the same and as bad as it did the first time. I slowly started to tear up, so I turned my face away from Dr A to take a look at Mango who was staring into space. I just wanted her to stop. Stop talking. I know reality and I accept it. I just don't want to hear it.. but she kept going. She said - I do believe that your journey will be a very difficult one and there will be many obstacles along the way. I know how hard it is to remember and know but as much as it will be a very hard journey, it will also be a very rewarding one too. As his doctor too, to him accomplish new things will be rewarding for me because we will be seeing each other for a very long time (aka for the rest of his life). - Don't you get it. I don't want to see you for the rest of Mango's life. I never want to see you again! - We will continue with the therapies and start with speech, - as if we dont have enough of therapies to even make time for more. - We will get to know each other other better and work through things as the years pass. -Far out. I think this is the start of a bitter sweet relationship. -
We walked out of room in silence. Walking to the car was silence. It felt like the silence was making us all deaf and this one time, we would let the silence make us deaf so we couldn't hear our own thoughts...
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