All Things Medical

We visited the orthopedic clinic and recieved excellent news. No surgery for the time being!!! Her joints still have good mobility, and there’s no tethering of scar tissue on the hand which received syndactyly reconstruction in January 2010. So, we go back in another 6 months and monitor the situation as she grows. I was happy to learn this information but doubly pleased after we received a phone call as we were pulling into the town where the clinic is located.

Killing time waiting to eat lunch with Aunt Jill.

“Mrs. J. (I have to insert that I hate being called Mrs. J. I'm Cara, do you hear me? Cara!), there’s been an emergency, and the hand surgeon isn’t able to meet with you today.” This is the part where you can insert steam emerging from my ears. It’s nobody’s fault, and I was my sweet self, but really? Tom took the day off work, and Eli was out of school. Knowing we are almost 1 ½ hours away, the nurse let us know we could see the hand surgeons fellow. And I learned fellow doesn’t mean her man. Sorry, I thought it was funny. I’m embarrassed to say I had to google the term. 

While Tom and I were elated, and Sidney did wonderfully, I think Eli finally came to grips with his sister’s condition.  He’s 10. There’s a huge difference in his understanding between now and the last time she had surgery. Some of his fear was derived from our relatively normal existence. It’s not until we go to the doctor or someone asks about her physical condition that he remembers there’s something completely unique about his sister. 

Further proof I exist.

Last night, we talked about our role as Sidney’s family and God’s role in our lives. Sidney was put into our hands for a reason. It’s our job to love her as a sister, but it’s also our job to make sure she receives care. He was finally old enough to introduce concepts about the lack of medical care in China. It’s very possible, she wouldn’t have been able to use her hands into adulthood.  It’s easier to think of our ability to treat her as a blessing. I let him know this sometimes isn’t easy for anyone, including myself. But, after a day of a normal schedule, he is back to himself. This indicates, he’s standing at his Lego table, attempting to reinact another battle. 

Speaking of Battles, I’m reading the Hunger Games. This is very unlike anything I ever read. Yes, I have a masters degree in business, but I don’t typically read anything that makes me think too hard. This is making me think and expanding me outside my comfort zone. That’s good. I’m excited to finished the second book and continue into the third. Tom never reads, and he hasn’t put it down in days.

OK, I hear the pitter patter of little feet which should be in bed.