All I normally post here are my insane ramblings. My twisted view of the world. My attempt at making people laugh.
I'm going to post something different tonight.
My youngest son (22 year old Maxon) has spent the last three days in the hospital.
I've felt fear before. I'm not a stranger to it. But, I've never felt any fear like this.
Sitting in a chair in an ER. Watching your child gasp for breath surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses asking each other questions and the only answer I hear repeatedly is "I don't know."
Really?!? I go through life with nothing more than an intent to make people feel good and bring laughter but, this is the shit that's returned to me.
"God" is a stupid concept and a ridiculous way to hope for healing.
I'm a fucking mess right now. And, it's not even a beautiful mess. It's more like slightly attractive chaos. Sort of like watching a campfire with a gas can in your hand. That's a fairly accurate description.
Maybe I deserve this bullshit but, my kid doesn't.
He deserves the chance to grow into becoming the asshole that I am.
So, if there is some "higher power", it's seriously fucked up.
I'm not going to pray. I'm not going to beg. I'm just going to wait. Hopefully science will figure this shit out.
Because religion isn't going to.
Max is home today and finally starting to improve. He's not out of the woods yet but, he does have a couple of epi pens and a doctor appointment with our physician and another appointment with an allergy specialist. Both on Friday. I sincerely thank you all for you kind words of support here.
It beats the shit out of thoughts and prayers.
Sure thing bud, and that's some good news there.
So happy to hear he is better. Hugs to you all and big thanks to your medical team.
There is no fear as great as the fear that you can't help your kids when their lives are threatened. Hang in there, medical science isn't perfect but it is good. He will always remember you were there for him. Keep us posted, we're here for you.
Being there counts. Not just in case he can sense your presence, but so health care professionals know their absolute best efforts mean very much to you. It shouldn't matter but it does: they're human.
Your posts are usually hilarious, btw.
Sorry to hear. Hang in there Duke. Just because they told you I don't know does not mean they don't have ideas. They are sparing you from the bad possibilities. Let them figure it out. Be supportive to your kid, he needs to be anchored to this world and reduce his stress.
(been there)
Have faith in science and doctor's intuition for now, and cross the next set of bridges when you come to them. One thing at a time, and hope for the best. You have a lot of people who are hoping with you that things will turn out okay for your son. At 22, hopefully he is strong enough to get through this. Our thoughts are with you.
Damn man, yeah I know what it’s like to sit in the hospital waiting for your son to recover. I hope your outcome is better than mine was. Nothing I can say will be of any good.
I'm sorry you both are going through this. I can't imagine how awful it must be...
So sorry Duke! I also hope science is able to help him!
I'm so sorry Duke. Hoping your medical team comes up with some good solutions. Hugs to you.
I feel for you.It's a horrible thing. When my youngest son was 3, he had open heart surgery. It was terrible, but everything came out okay in the end. I hope it does for you, as well.
Sorry that you and your son are going through this.
I hope you guys are able to get the answers you need. Im so happy he is starting to improve.
How's your boy, Duke?
He's doing much better! I'll post an update soon.