I come on here a lot, to tell you what's up with Bucket. My third child, my "oopsie" as my mom likes to say, he is the little boy who won my heart with his many needs and issues.
I haven't cried yet. Yet I feel it bubbling under the surface, waiting to appear until all the children are tucked safely in bed, and I can cry in the strong arms of my husband.
Lord, I have to know you have a plan for my Bucket. I'm not sure why Bucket's plan involves so much pain. Know that I'm scared, know that I'm upset, but know that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.
So far, Bucket has been diagnosed with autism. Bipolar disorder. Seizures. Mental retardation. Obsessive compulsive disorder. Poor fine motor control. It's been difficult, yet we've survived.
I had a doctor appointment with Bucket's pediatrician today, to discuss the results of the lab-work. They called me, quite concerned on Thursday, wanting to see me THE VERY NEXT DAY. I was unable to get away. "Is there anything wrong?" I inquired. Oh no, we just haven't seen him in a while. How about Monday?
Knowing Monday would be difficult for me to pull off, but intrigued that they were being so pushy, I agreed. You'd think after 8 years in the health-care business, I'd know better.
The doctor examined him. He has very enlarged tonsils, and may need to have a tonsillectomy. She asked me if I needed a referral. I said, no, I already know who I'd use if Bucket needs surgery.
Then she said, have you seen the results of the blood?
"No. That's why I'm here."
Peeps, my Bucket probably has diabetes. Type 1. Even after 14 hours of fasting, his sugars were very high. We have to do another lab, one fasting, then one after eating.
Second...he has an excess amount of prolactin. Prolactin is a hormone that is excreted in lactating women...hence the word, LACT, which is Latin for milk. It shouldn't be present in high levels in a 10 year old boy. Prolactin is excreted by the pituitary gland, which is a pea sized gland located in the direct center of the brain, behind the nose.
If a 10 year old boy is excreting high levels of prolactin, it usually means he has a tumor. Which means...we may possibly have to do brain surgery.
He has no idea what is happening. I sat there with my mouth hanging open, thinking I was going to show up at the pediatrician's office for them to tell me that he has high cholesterol or strep throat. They give me diabetes and tumors.
We went to Blockbuster after the pediatrician trip. He decided he needed a video game. I didn't know how to say "no."
Lord, how much can one child take?