Tomorrow is my kids last day of school. My last day at work (I'm a preschool teacher) was two weeks ago. I was looking forward to lazy, warm days with no agenda and no troubles. Who am I kidding? Why would I think life would be perfect just because it's warm outside and I'm not working?
I have a few things I'm trying to take care of and they are not working out as smoothly as I planned. Nothing earth shattering. Just day to day living. My son fell and hurt himself last week playing basketball at school. He was diagnosed with a mild concussion. He started vomiting later on that night so I took him to the ER. They did a cat scan. Everything looked o.k concussion wise, but they found something they weren't expecting to find. It's called an arachnoid cyst. Most likely he was born with it. He has never had any symptoms. If he continues to have no symptoms nothing will be done. If he does develop symptoms they'll have to drain it. He has to have an MRI done and an appointment with a neurosurgeon. I am about ready to pull my hair out just trying to schedule the MRI. He has to have sedation because I can't see him sitting perfectly still for forty- five minutes. It's hard to get one of these appointments and the test is conflicting with summer camp. I am trying to reschedule without having to wait too long. I'm sure part of my aggravation is nerves. I don't want to admit that. I'm hoping and praying he will never have symptoms. I am reminding myself that this is not terminal. God is in charge, not me. He will take me where I need to go.