The post I had planned for today will have to wait until tomorrow. I promise it will be something fun and Trump-free, so barf bags will not be needed.
I once told Collin that when he's eighty, he's still going to be my baby. His response? "When I'm eighty, you'll be dead." He has so many good traits...but diplomacy isn't one of them. I guess he gets that from me. He calls it like he sees it.
Some of you know that he's been having health issues for the past couple of weeks. He has arthritis in his ankles and feet. We've known that for over a year. He had to quit his job at IHOP because of it. But he actually likes serving, so a few months ago, he went back to it, in spite of my warnings to him that arthritis doesn't just go away. It can be managed (sometimes), but never cured. When walking was no longer easy, I refrained from my usual barrage of "I told you so." (I'm reserving them for another disaster on the horizon, for those who made said disaster possible--thankfully, Collin is not guilty of that one!)
No, instead of rubbing his nose in it, I urged him to schedule an appointment with his orthopedic surgeon--but first, he had to see his primary care doctor. That appointment was yesterday. He could barely walk. I'd asked our friend Carolyn about borrowing a wheelchair, but we haven't been able to pick it up yet. So as we were walking up the sidewalk to the medical building, Collin lost his balance and almost fell. How I managed to hold him up, given that he's much bigger than I am, can only be attributed to divine intervention. I got him into the building, where wheelchairs are available for patient use. Again, I'm not sure how I managed to navigate it into the elevator and up to his doctor's office on the second floor, but we made it.
Because Collin had been having other symptoms like way too much sleeping, loss of appetite and vomiting, it made sense to see his primary doctor first. She ordered some lab tests--and an MRI of his spine. We had to wait around a couple of hours for the MRI, so Carolyn, who was coming from an appointment nearby, came to wait it out with us...and brought lunch. I tried to stay optimistic for Collin, but I think every imaginable worst case scenario ran through my head in that two hours.
Yep, he's still my baby. And my baby was in trouble.
We got the test results last night. He has arthritis in his spine and a small benign tumor, called a hemangioma, near the T12 (where the thoracic section becomes the lumbar section of the spinal column). What does that mean? I haven't a clue. We'll know more when he sees both of his doctors next week.