From my point of view

Sitting in the hospital next to ones daughter, with an adorable young doctor crying while typing in her pass-code is something one does not easily forget. My daughter looked at me and said "Mom she's crying." I remember thinking so many things but nothing came out of my mouth. I just looked at her, watched the other doctor frantically answer pages, and run in and out of the room; I could not speak. I could not even cry. She pulled up the X-ray that they were so frantically talking about us needing to see. These doctors told us oncologists were on their way to meet us. That it looked like cancer and we needed to see the oncologists. My daughter and I, alone, sat there astonished looking at this x-ray of her pelvis. I said ignorantly and loudly "Where's the bone over here?" while pointing at the big empty spot on the right side of the screen. The young doctor just started wiping her tears even more. The older doctor started apologizing for his candid behavior ...

I was never the cry baby... I was not the sensitive one that worried about the little things. What happened to me? I used to be STRONG full of energy, the "go to" person for all my friends, the working mom that needed no help from others! Now? I am sensitive, I cry all the time, and much more. You see in 2007 my middle child would come home from dance practice and say her hip hurt. I'll never forget telling her it was growing pains and to stretch it out and walk it off. Then she had swelling, it looked like a hernia. The first doctor said "yes it's a hernia" something did not click well with me. I started making calls. "There is no way this is just a hernia" I'll never forget telling that to the person on the phone in pediatric surgery at Dorenbecher Children's Hospital... I took her to the Emergency Room We went home with a diagnosis of lymphatinosis and a bottle of Antibiotics. OBVIOUSLY that did nothing! I was sick of worrying... I knew ...