It's so nice to have Liam back

Liam is SEVEN now.

This year he was very ill. He was in and out of the hospital for months. It was completely awful and frightening as anyone with a medically ill child can attest. At first they thought he had brain tumor(s). Multiple doctors told me that. Told me to prepare for it. And we struggled and fought with medicaid to get an MRI. He had an MRI scheduled, but the doctors wanted him to have one sooner- and it was an absolute pain to get that accomplished, thankyouverymuch medicaid. Of course the whole time I was freaking out, waiting on pins and needles to find out if my little boy would be going to chemotherapy with his grandfather or not. My Dad was just diagnosed recently with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I had these horrid dreams about Liam and my Dad going to chemo together, and laughing and drinking out of crazy straws. Imagine getting chemotherapy at the Chocolate Factory with Charlie and the rest. It was one of the creepiest recurring dreams I've ever had. I could feel the brain tumors. I was so paranoid about it. Constantly worrying. How can you not. The fear that your child might die. There's no escape. Somedays I called my Dad 10 times. I might be a bit conservative in my estimation? To my complete joy, he wasn't diagnosed, they found his MRI to be fine.

Then they thought he had leukemia. Nope. Now they think he has some rare autoimmune response to swine flu. We get some test results soon. It makes sense, and I am thinking they are right. He had the swine in October, and started getting sick pretty much right after. He had headaches, daily vomiting, hallucinations, confusion, itching, fatigue....more.

Liam is feeling better. He was out of school for 3 1/2 months, but he just recently went back. Everyone at school seems so happy to see him. Just yesterday when I picked him up, one of his best friends announced to everyone "It's so nice to have Liam back".

And I, with my whole heart, agree.