Isn’t this the most gorgeous brain you’ve ever seen!?! I’ve never been happier to see this than I was on Memorial Day (or night, or maybe it was the wee hours of the next day for us ) … and every day since then, I can’t stop staring at it and thinking, “Thank you, God.” Memorial day was no BBQ in the sunshine for us! Nonetheless, it ended with more gratitude than I ever thought possible.
Our morning started with a “sore” red area behind Zoey’s ear. This photo was taken in the ER after lunch, by which time it was swollen like a lumpy thumb under her skin. I knew it was serious when Mitch said, “Let’s go to the ER.” In true “Dr.” form, he once told me as I laid on the floor, certain I had appendicitis, “I see people come in with stupid things all day long. Unless you are dying, I am not taking you to the hospital.” I proceeded to call an ambulance (not really, but you know I pretended to) … Anyway, no joke, he sped to the hospital and tried (unsuccessfully, have I told you about cell reception here?) to call all these specialist people along the way. It was unnerving.
The ER doctor saw us right away. She was concerned, guessed it was a skin infection of some sort, prescribed some antibiotics, and advised that we “monitor it closely.” We left thinking, “Phew, that was easy and all taken care of.”
Not so. By dinner time the swollen, red beast was still growing. At this point it reached into her hairline and had overtaken her ear. No photo, because it was not the time to mess around.
Mitch ran over all the plants we had just purchased as he rushed her back to the ER. Lucy and I stayed behind because after various calls to dermatologist, ENT, and other physician friends; Mitch anticipated he and Zoey would be spending the night at the hospital. What?! As I packed her overnight bag I tried not to cry.
Once they were gone I opened the internet history and found all kinds of photos on Mitch’s go-to medical research site (UpToDate) accompanying threats like, “hearing loss, cerebral deterioration…” I closed the computer and did the only thing I could think to do, call my mom. It was late there, she didn’t mind. While sharing all this news did nothing to help the situation, I felt a little better by the time we hung up with everything crossed until further notice.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, they were doing CT scans to determine the spread of the infection and determine if it was inside her brain. Mitch sent me this photo via text message captioned, “She is being so brave.”
I stared at the sunset (it was midnight) and prayed to the illuminated, pink clouds. Please, please let her be ok. Hours later this photo came via text and the caption said, “We’re fine. Her brain is clean.” I exhaled and realized I’d been holding my breath for a long, long time. “Thank you, God!”
After a slew of various antibiotic shots (the worst part for her, which rendered her sore for the last few days) they were back home in the wee hours of the morning; Zoey in tears. She was exhausted, in pain, and angry because her Denver doctor told her she didn’t need any more shots until she was six (how could anyone have known?).
Now, days later, we’re recovering from the infection; the aches and pains; the fevers; and the exhaustion of it all … there have been many tears, sleepless nights, and a whole lot of whining … and I’ve never felt more blessed.
Funny how something “bad” helped me realize how very lucky I am.
To your health,