Well, after three DAYS of doctors, clinics, and a specialist... we found out what was wrong with my son. He has a really, I mean really, bad hernia. It is so bad that his own doctor had looked at the ultra sound picture and didn't know that was his... yuk... intestines out of place.
When Christopher told me that, I kinda' turned green and said yuk and ugggg and all kinds of very comforting words. He told me that, yeah, those were the same words he had said to the specialist.
God has been protecting my boy as in the midst of having this for at least a couple of months, he has still been carrying heavy boxes at the bookstore, carrying a heavy backpack, and (not the least)... lifting WEIGHTS as he worked out. Any one of which could have caused serious damage... and any one of which could have caused it in the first place. He just worked out with weights yesterday...
He has an appointment with a surgeon the first week of February and surgery will probably be scheduled for Spring Break. As part of the scholarship he won at the college, he also acts as an ambassador for the college at various community events so he has those responsibilities... on top of school... on top of work, etc.
We're hoping the surgeon says Spring Break is soon enough. The specialists says the surgery has to be done ASAP as the situation is dangerous for him.
I am now off to the sofa after I brew a pot of tea. Three days of having to get up early to take hubby to work and my son to classes, run errands (since I'm the one that had the car), pick up my son from classes, go to doctor appointments with him, etc... and I am quite weary.
Sometimes life is not comfortable and sometimes it is inconvenient. Then there are days when one can snuggle down on the sofa under a comforter to keep them warm and take a nap or read a book or watch a British flick on TV... and one can appreciate so much when comfort does come. :)
Thank you for your prayers! He still needs them that he stays safe until and through the surgery.
I do apologize for any lack of grammar and whatever Spell Check did not pick up... my brain stopped functioning once the morning coffee wore off.