On this Saturday the 31st we are headed up to our friend's Ryan's cabin. I was not looking forward to the snow, but the kids were. We were excited and happy and on our way. Once we get up there though, the phone calls start coming and begin to darken my getaway.
We had just arrived in the cabin, started up a fire, and began warming some water on the stove when Bo called. She let me in on the testing that had been done. I think at this point she was pretty sure what was going on, but we started throwing out other ideas to see if any of it made sense to Dr. Bo and her P.A. Robyn. We began our focus on her heart.
It could be congestive heart failure, right? That would be fine. That's totally treatable.
She could have a pacemaker. That's almost routine nowadays, isn't it?
If that's not it, people live on artificial hearts forever now, and heart transplant surgeries are done, like, everyday, right? That's a good option.
Then we focus on her lungs. Tuberculosis. That's it. Never mind that she has never been exposed to TB, or ever had it before in her life, we decide that could be a feasible answer to the spots and the cough.
COPD? Maybe? Does that show up on x-rays? Does that manifest itself in a gut wrenching cough? What do you think? Maybe? Maybe?
We have hashed over everything our non-medical schooled minds can come up with. It's decided we'll talk more about it tomorrow. Sunday is the Super Bowl and we'll all be together. Mom wants to discuss it more with all of us then.
The cough - if you've been through it - is a dead giveaway. Thomas (my brother) had the same type of cough. I'm SO glad medicine and technology have improved so much that her diagnosis is so much better than Thomas' I'll be she was thinking of him a year ago today too ...
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