I had an MRI of my lumbar spine and as an aside-an after thought, really-the radiologist mentioned that it appeared I had a cyst, mass, or lesion, possibly some demyelination (think MS) or perhaps a strong spinal cord signal at the bottom of my thoracic spine. But it was too hard to see, so they called me back for another scan. Turns out that after a worry-filled week, the thing that had them in an uproar was considered an artifact-a ghost image-a thing that never was. I don't know about you, but I'd rather have ghost tumor than any other kind. Ghost tumors only leave you with invisible baldness and phantom nausea. Dudes, I can do that.
Ty had surgery last week, and was such a star patient that he came home after less than 48 hours instead of the five-day stay he was supposed to be there for. He is running a bit of a fever, so we're checking him for signs of infection (results should be back by Thursday). Also, Facebook is an awesome resource for refilling my mom bag o' tricks. I now have a few more weapons in my poop disposal arsenal. My shame/humility knows no bounds. His pain is still being managed pretty well, we just need to discover the source of this fever. If y'all feel like praying for my boy to poop his guts out, well I just might love you forever.
Parents, in general, should get medals for the amounts of bodily fluids they end up wearing that they do not, in fact, claim as their own; but we all know that moms would win this event (if there actually were such an event), hands-down.
In other, not very different news - surgeon consult for my own medical, fun stuff at the end of the month. Wish me well. This photo, wherein my sweater appears to be made for my 7 year old daughter and that I have suddenly taken up the art of beer-bellying, is still my favorite because you can see Tyler best in it and he looks great.
October is a fine, fine month.