Discharge from All Medical Services
What an exciting and stressful day. Officially an end to a year of pain.
We visited the neurologist on Tuesday. He told us that we were officially discharged from all medical services. Just six months ago, my son was in debilitating pain, stuck in a wheelchair. He had at least three if not four, five, or six appointments a week to manage all of his symptoms.
And now, we are a normal family … with a normal kid, who will visit the doctor one time a year.
It’s unbelievable – it’s overwhelming. I’m grateful. I am SO VERY GRATEFUL. But I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what happened and find a way to make sense of it all.
When we were in the hospital, I never asked “why us?”. But now find myself wondering a lot. Not “Why did this happen to us?”, but “Why did we get to go home with a healthy child?”.
We got the happy ending story. We were blessed with a diagnosis and treatment plan that led to complete health. I’m not sure why, but I can’t question it. I simply look for ways to share the miracle and hope with anyone I talk to. We are finding ways to give back, and we will continue to do so.
For now, I am so very aware of how blessed I am.