Last Thursday Blake had three appointments in Iowa City. It was
quite the day! Seven hours stuck in clinic and entertaining two three
year old twins.
The
day started with good lab results, which is always such a good feeling!
I let out a huge sigh of relief on that one. Our nephrologist was
happy with Blake’s current state and how well he is doing. He even went
up three percentiles for heighth over the last month!
Next
up was a pediatric cardiology consult. Blake has to have a yearly
echocardiogram (ECHO) on his heart. Standard kidney disease procedure.
Apparently there were two bright spots on his heart and our kidney
doctor wanted to be sure they talked to us. I was assuming since we
didn’t hear from them immediately, it wasn’t a huge concern.
We
waited an hour in that little room for the doctor to come in. Why were
they late? Well, because they have never seen anything like this
before and were researching articles. I’m not even kidding.
Apparently, these things are prevalent in people who have had
transplants. They aren’t concerned that they are tumors or anything
super terrible. They think it could be some inflammation or some
calcification or something. They were quick to assure me that his heart
function is great. They would like to do an MRI just to get a better
look at things, which requires sedation, something I’m never a fan of.
It’s looking like this may possibly happen at the end of September.
Having fun with a flashlight waiting for the peds cardiologist.
Next
up, the one appointment I had been anxiously awaiting - urology.
Urology and the big try of getting a catheter in. Our urologist got
the catheter ready and then without trying said that thing was never
going in. My heart sank.
She
sat down and if there’s one thing I appreciate about our urologist, Dr.
Kieran, she’s always straightforward and you never have to guess what
she is thinking. This is what she said, “Blake is not supposed to be
able to pee like a regular kid. I have never seen anything like this
before. I have never reconstructed a bladder like this and had someone
be able to go the regular way. I’m wondering if we could just go with
it. His labs have been good for two weeks and I’m tempted to do a
couple tests, but then just let him be. I will talk to nephrology and
see if I can get them on board.”
I
was speechless. For the second time that day, I was hearing we have
never seen anything like this before. For better or worse, I had two
different doctors say the same thing about Blake. When has Blake ever
fit the mold? Never ever.
I
just got an email from urology this morning that said everybody is on board with
watching things the way they are now. They are going to run a couple of
tests (urodynamics and cystoscopy) in which Blake will have to be sedated that will look at his
bladder and also test the pressure inside his bladder among other things.
I
have to admit I cried on my way to get coffee as we headed out of Iowa
City. I was all like, “Why can’t this just be straightforward? Why is
there no black and white with this kid? Why is it always gray area?”
There I was waiting on doctors to weigh in with their opinions once
again and wait for the plan.
Then
I thought some more about it and thought, because it’s Blake. He does
things his way. He defies the odds. He always has. You tell him what
he’s supposed to do and he will just go and do it his way and prove you
wrong. That’s what this little ball of energy and fire in that three
year old body does. And, wouldn’t it be the best, best, best if all
these tests checked out and he could indeed use the bathroom like a
regular kid? Normalcy. That’s what that would be and that has always
been our wish for Blake, to live as normal life as possible despite
everything, but that’s just the way I see it.
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