Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Prognosis

It's funny how the brain works, how some things just don't click and how suddenly, after years of going about your daily life, you can have a “light bulb” moment. Yesterday I had one of those moments.


My life has been full of tests, doctors, specialists, occupational therapists, counselors, psychiatrists, biofeedback, over the counter medications, prescription medications and much more since my youngest son was born. Then there are the behavior charts, positive reinforcement, controlled choices, comfort items, and so much planning for new events or change of any kind that it makes my head spin. In addition there are the pull-ups and wipes tucked away everywhere. For some reason none of this ever struck me as “serious” until the trip to the gastroenterologist yesterday. All of it was simply what life was, one step at a time, just a constant striving for forward progress.


At the gastroenterologist I was told, “Don't worry, his prognosis is good.” That hit me like nothing else has ever hit me before concerning my little bear. Doctors don't pull out “prognosis” for things like the common cold or a splinter or even stitches. “Prognosis” is a big, official sounding word reserved for things like cancer or surgery or other serious conditions and a specialist had just used it in reference to my son. It is a positive prognosis, which is good, but it triggered something in me, made me realize that what is just everyday life for us is actually seen as serious medical conditions by professionals. That really came as a shock to me.

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