The last few weeks have been filled with several doctor appointments for Campbell and I’ll admit my brain is on information overload.
One of those appointments was to the geneticist that involved over two hours of updating her medical information along with listening to her doctor explain the newest advances in the fascinating but complex world of genetics.
I’ll be honest, I’ve had trouble with trying to explain everything to family, friends and her therapists, much less writing this blog post without confusing everyone and ultimately myself. Sometimes the more you rehash something, the more questions you have.
I noticed you right away as I walked into the waiting room at the geneticist office. You were the mom with the binder stuffed full of medical information pulled from the Internet, just like I was ten years ago.
I could hear you talking excitedly to your husband who was holding your son in his arms. You were optimistic that you’d finally discovered some information that might lead to an answer to your son’s problems.
I listened as you used language that would make a bystander think you had a medical degree, but I knew the truth. You were self-taught by the indomitable will and determination of a mom searching for answers.
I watched as you gathered your belongings when the nurse called your son’s name and we made eye contact briefly. We smiled at one another but I caught the questioning look in your eye. I knew you wanted to ask about our story.