The adventures in my little world have begun. Last week my daughter and I met with doctors at Shriners Hospital for Children to have her recently diagnosed Scoliosis evaluated. I was hoping it would be quick and simple. It was neither. We left there with the knowledge that she will need spinal implant surgery.
At the moment it doesn't seem real. I know it's coming. I know my daughter will undergo this surgery and I will feel helpless as she endures the experience. But right now...right now I am frustrated and kicking myself in the head. You see, I skipped taking my daughter to the pediatritian for a few years. You know how it is. I'll call tomorrow. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a doctor. She had sports physicals. She was evaluated for Scholiosis at school. Surely they would have told me if she had exhibited any signs of curvature? Wouldn't they? However, they didn't and the doctor who performed the exams that would allow her to play tennis didn't notice either. Had they noticed we wouldn't be looking at surgery. Not yet anyway. Had I taken my daughter to see her pediatrician instead of procrastinating because she was "healthy" it would have been diagnosed and treated sooner.
So, here we are trying to live in denial of what is. At the same time knowing doing so is not helpful. The surgery will not take place until the school year is over and most of my daughter's summer break will spent in recovery.
In the mean time, the task of information gathering and question listing shall commence. Knowledge is power and that kind of power offers strength. I'm going to need it.