Medical

Thursday night was the beginning of some drama for us. We stopped by Chad's sister's house to drop something off and while we were there, his sister asked to see his back. Apparently, there is family history of skin cancer. She took a look at his back and said "This doesn't look good. This looks really bad." She then went on to tell me about her experience of finding a spot that was stage two and then told me the melanoma mortality rate. I was a little freaked out and planned to make him an appointment to see the doctor the next day.

We left and headed off to meet Deb and Russ for Frapy's. If you are local and haven't tried it, you must. It is like the typical self-serve yogurt places, except their flavors are way better. Italian Gelato Kiss and Red Velvet Cake are among my top favorites!

Anyways, we were talking outside and Brooklyn kept wandering into the plants. At one point I grabbed her fist and picked her up just to turn her around. I heard a pop, like I had popped her knuckle. Well she loses it. She is screaming, crying and holding her hand. I pick her up to comfort her, but I can't calm her down. I hand her off to Chad and she is still upset. As we leave we say, "Well we will let you know if we are in the ER tonight." We thought we were being funny. On our drive home, she continued to scream and cry. Then I got worried...did I really hurt her? So we decided to head home and give her some Tylenol and watch it. We did just that and she was crying on and off by this point. Chad being as protective as he is of his kids decides we need to go to the hospital. Back in the car we go. First we head to Urgent Care just to see that it had closed two minutes earlier. OK, so off to the ER. As we sat at the light at the bottom of the hill the crying has stopped, she is now laughing and playing games. She is also using what we thought was the bum hand to hold on to her blanket. That little stinker! This whole time she was just putting on an act! If she is doing this before two, I am in for it big time! We headed home and she was just fine.

The next morning, I got up and checked her hand again just to make sure. No swelling or bruising, a confirmation that my daughter is a total drama queen! So, then I make an appointment for Chad to see the doctor in the afternoon. My mind starts to wander off to the worst case scenario. The mortality rate is playing in my head. What if it is cancer? What if he need chemo? What if he dies? How will I do this alone? I thought I was going to lose my mind and the day was just dragging. I was doing anything I could to distract myself. Cleaning, playing with the kids, going out for a walk, but I couldn't get it off my mind. Finally, the afternoon rolls around. Chad calls me. The doctor says the spots on his back all look fine and he shouldn't worry about it. They are going to biopsy them this week though just in case. Ah, I can take a breath. I felt like I had been holding it all day! Thank goodness it was Friday. My nerves were shot. I felt as though I was buzzing with stress by that point. At least it all worked out OK. Now I think I need a massage!