Um, ok
So, the good news is that Oscar does not have a brain tumor! Yay! Insert huge, audible sigh of relief here.
The not so great / confusing / uncertain / possibly extremely bad news is that his MRI did show an anomaly (I’m not ready to call it an abnormality as the neuro did) in an area of his brain I had never even heard of, which is the reason for the delayed results (as we all probably expected). Because I can get no straightforward news relating to Oscar’s obscure condition, which is even more complicated now than previously thought, I don’t even know when to expect that I will be able to understand what is going on with him. The radiologists are going to talk with the neurologists, who are going to seek other opinions from other neurologists across the country, and at some point I may know what might be wrong with my son’s brain. All I know right now is that there is a problem, that the problem is not fixable, that this malformation can lead to significant developmental difficulties, but then again, it might lead to only somewhat significant developmental difficulties, like extremely delayed speech. By the way, all those signs last summer that pointed to autism? Yep, probably all related to this. For now, I was told not to worry about it too much. Insert me laughing maniacally here.
A decision
I’ve decided that no matter what the neurologist tells me, I am taking the approach that there is nothing wrong with Oscar. They’ve simply taken too long. Had they gotten back to me in a timely manner following his procedure, I would listen to whatever they have to say. Had they taken the procedure seriously at all, scheduling it within a few months of when it was first ordered, maybe I’d even take them more seriously. However, they’ve blown me off for too long, implying (or at least I’m inferring) that there is nothing wrong. So be it. As much as I’m loving this losing 1+ pounds a day (seriously, I am loving that part, aside from feeling like I’m going to fall over dead at any moment for not having any food in me), the madness must end now.
The destruction
First, no news from the neurologist. I got through to his assistant, who left me a message last night saying that the doctor was going to come into the office today and should get back to me, but if he doesn’t he’ll definitely do so on Monday after he returns from his seminar at which he is speaking. I think you know how many times I’ll be calling them again today.
Second, Oscar has turned into a human wrecking ball. It started innocently enough the other day, when he started banging the computer monitor against an outlet (the child has super-human strength), but has progressed to his ripping up chairs, floors and walls. Oh, yes, and the window he broke with his fist. All this in a matter of days. Does insurance cover this sort of thing? Seems like I should be able to classify it as having occurred from some sort of force of nature.
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