Andrew's appointment went well last week with Dr. Patel, his immunologist/infectious disease doctor. We were in and out quickly as the doctor had a new resident and a new patient. But we went over all of Andrew's information and found out he was not the only one who had trouble getting his infusion meds this year. Andrew opted to give a lot of blood for genetic testing. We won't get those results back for months, but it's for research; and his case is particularly interesting because of his autoimmune problems. We may find something in that that will help treat him in the future, and hopefully it will help others. We did get back Andrew's two other labs and found his B12 (that we should have gotten late last year) to be on the lower end of normal. So we will check his diet on that. His IgG that was around 600 right before he started back on his meds after Easter was still down in the high 700's. But he was due an infusion soon, so we hope the number is really higher on average. I am now a little nervous that they will kick us out of these practices, since Andrew is 22. I just don't have it in me right now to break in a bunch of new doctor offices! He also has an appointment in August with a new endocrinologist. The short story is that I switched him to Charlotte to Sam's doctor in 2009 when Sam was diagnosed with Type 1. The doctor saw him a couple of times and seemed intimidated by his medical record and released him. Soon after, his thyroid numbers were messed up; and one of his pediatricians has been kind enough to look at his labs and refill his meds. I am finally taking that pressure away from him and taking Andrew to a new doctor in Winston. They took him even after seeing part of his medical record. I really should have left him at Chapel Hill where he went for 13 years. His doctor there just died a year or so ago but had been retired for a while. I credit him for helping Andrew the minute he saw him, and we had already lost precious time. I am sure they still have pictures of Andrew and Peter somewhere in their files when they were so little.
Sam has been running high all weekend, and I am frustrated as I don't have a lot of extra pens for his newer insulin. I think it's hit or miss- whether or not he is getting his insulin. So I will have to go order another pen tomorrow. Going without his insulin is not an option, but we are limited since Blue Cross changed his insulin last year and did not give us any warning or time to try to keep the old one. I have been up many nights in the past two weeks with bad lows - sometimes up to two hours. So the insurance part is so frustrating, because I am too tired to deal with them.
He loved the rest of his camp. He got to do the behind the scenes tour at the stadium and had Coach Weaver's son, Mr. Jay, show them around. He was excited to tell us all about it. He even saw Coach Curcio there and was able to tell his friends that he had just been to the underwater treadmill with Andrew.
Peter is working and getting through his tough on-line class. I was thankful for his girlfriend today who was helping him over the internet with his long paper preparation. Will is working, and I watched in amazement yesterday as he picked up a truck in our driveway with a teletruck (or whatever it was!) and placed it on a flatbed trailer. I told him it was all of those Tonka trucks we bought him when he was young that taught him to do that. That freed up most of my basement for a couple of hours until Peter filled it with furniture and stuff for his friends for their few days in between apartments! That is still on the summer list to clean.
Pete is still working away on the bathroom, and the floor looks great. He uses bringing in and stacking wood (from trees that came down during a storm that a friend cut and brought) as his physical therapy and then runs up the neighbor's driveway which is a small but long incline. He usually has a dog or two or three helping and sometimes a little blond haired boy.
We don't have any doctor appointments until Sam goes back in September, I believe. So we have a little break from all of that, so I can hopefully catch up and get organized. I am making notebooks for everyone about what they have and the doctors who help them. Andrew wanted one. He has done well taking over some of his own things, but he still feels better with me going along. I almost broke down and bought the favorite planner of many I know. But I couldn't do it! So I bought a new one at TJ Maxx yesterday for under $8 and hope to get it filled with my much needed information.
When Blue Cross called the other day to tell me that had not heard from me in a while, I just felt so aggravated - instead of thankful. I took the opportunity to remind the woman that they had cost us so much time and illness already this year. I was respectful and matter of fact, but I realized that they have more power over me and my stress because I allow it. Our sermon this morning was on prayer and also about worry. I pray all of the time, but I still worry about so many things. And I let so many things bother me. I can sure be oversensitive. For an illustration, Pete went all the way back to our early married days and FCA where he said I would volunteer him to pray. And he was not comfortable doing it (even though I did not know!). It was a fitting story today, because Coach Moore was visiting at our church with some friends. Pete said that Jim Henry, a pastor from First Baptist Orlando, told them on a trip to Israel that you are more comfortable praying in a group when you are prayed up when you pray to God alone. It was a good sermon. And that followed a good sermon about what the church is from Pastor Martin at Country Church last night. And I could listen to Bethel Road all night. They were such a blessing and sang some favorite songs I have not heard in forever.
It's amazing how God has people placed just so, so that I can run into them on campus or at Walmart or even Country Church. People who have a word of encouragement that strikes right where I need it and can really hear it. I thank God still for those people who allow God to use them to help people like me in tough days, weeks, or even years. God is good. He surely is. I know there are so many out there fighting terrible things, and I am thankful I have the confidence that God will help them with whatever it is - if they'll let Him. It's just so unreal how much He loves us.
I am off to make sure my air conditioner is going full blast! Thanks for reading this. Thanks for praying for our family!
Wendi