I’ve spent the last hour trying to come up with something clever and witty to say. But I’ve got nothing. I’m too stressed out and worried to be witty.
Miss Attitude has been having headaches. And I had noticed she’d put on some weight. She had another bout of pneumonia a few weeks ago, and had to go on her respiratory steroid twice in a two-and-a-half week period. Her face got puffy, which isn’t unusual when she’s been on the steroid; but it usually goes away within a week or two after she stops the medicine. This time it didn’t; and I could tell she gained weight in other areas as well.
Turns out that combination of headaches and weight gain in a child with a lot of exposure to respiratory steroids is symptomatic of a pseudotumor (literally, “false tumor”). Miss Attitude has an appointment next Tuesday (1/30) with an opthamologist, who will dilate her eyes and examine her thoroughly. I’m assuming – from reading the linked article – he’ll be checking for swelling of the optic nerve. And I guess we’ll find out then what the next step is, depending on what he finds.
I’m scared. And worried. And totally stressed out. And I just don’t think it’s fair that my eight-year-old baby girl is having to deal with headaches every day, as she tries to go through her normal, daily activities. She’s already been through so much in her life, with her asthma troubles and various related problems…recurring pneumonia, the infection in her lung a couple years ago, etc. Sometimes I feel like the poor kid can’t catch a break. And yes, I know it could be worse, and I know I need to remember to count our blessings, but… But she’s my baby girl. And she’s hurting. And I’m scared and worried.
If you’re the praying sort, would you please whisper a prayer for Miss Attitude when you have a moment? And if you’re not the praying type, perhaps you could just send some feel-better vibes her way? I’d be ever so grateful.