This little guy is in his new cast and just pondering life. Okay, not really...hes just mesmerized by the ceiling fan. ;) We went to the Orthopedic doctor this morning. There was no new news regarding the arm, just got to get rid of the crummy fiberglass splint and into a new cast. Some Tallahassee folks might call it Garnet colored. ;). We will follow up in two weeks and hopefully only have this one for four weeks. There was some unexpected news today, however. Since this is Graysons second break in two months time, legally, the doctors must report us to Child Protective Services. Dr. Rolle was nothing but respectful when informing us of his legal requirement and fully understands Graysons condition. He was kind and gentle in delivering the news and encouraged us to hang tough as there will be a formal investigation. I dont know exactly what happens from here...I dont know if they will talk to Shands and this will quickly be behind us. Or if it will be a full blown investigation with interviews, home inspections, etc. we will have to wait and see how it unfolds. I do know, however that we have nothing to hide and Shands, Dr Rolle, and others stand behind us as we face yet another hurdle. Im not sad, Im not angry, but I feel like someone sucker punched me right in the gut. Im a little taken aback at the irony-- I have a degree in Family Life and Community Services. I have poured my heart and soul out taking care of my boy to keep him healthy and safe. And yet, Dept of Children and Families will be coming to MY home. Sigh....... I have already called Shands to inform them and they will share with Slayton and the social worker. Dr Rolle did suggest meeting with an Endocrinologist for nutrition supplementing/counteracting the chemo and steroids to boost bone density and also physical therapy more often to work on his stability. We will discuss that further at clinic on Thursday. As if I wasnt feeling inadequate enough, I got Kate all ready for the first day of gymnastics and walked in to discover it doesnt start til NEXT week. She was devastated...cried the whole way home. Kept saying, its a sad day cause you told me I had gymnastics but I dont. When we got home she even proceeded to tell the dog how Mommy messed up. A rule in my house growing up was that we had 24 hours to process bad news-be angry, sad, pout, etc. After the 24 hours, we were to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and move on, handle business, and buck up. So until 915am tomorrow........well, you know what Ill be doing! :/Tomorrow though is a new day..... As I said last week to my sister, after Gs fall, Cancer stinks. Im sick of stupid cancer. Can I get an Amen?!?! ;)
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 18:37:47 +0000
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