I Spoke Too Soon...

A day and a half.... That's the amount of time the kid's had been in school. On Thursday, Megan's second day of 8th grade, I received a phone call about noon. On the phone was Megan's best friend Kylee. I was surprised to hear her voice. I was expecting the voice to be someone from the school, as the caller ID suggested. She said, " I am calling for Megan. She's too scared to call. She doesn't feel well. I know when she is faking and this time I think she is really sick. You should come get her". Great.... I was on my way to my own post-op appt. in Medford. I had about 40 minutes to make the 45 minute trip. I was grateful the school was close. At the school, I found Megan in the office, head between her legs, and crying. She was complaining of a stomach ache. I helped her up and signed her out of school. She was walking like an old lady all hunched over. So, home we went. As I was pulling into the driveway, Andrew, a.k.a Brother and Dr. Pitzak, was getting ready to head with Joanna and the girls to tennis. By this time, I was pretty sure that Megan was really hurting. He came over and looked at her. It is so nice to have your best friends next door, especially when the friend happens to be an MD. After examining her, he said the word I was dreading, appendicitis. I called, Neil, the pediatrician,(Also a good friend), who then spoke to Andrew. Time to call the surgeon, who just happens to be Megan's soccer coach when she was 8 and the father of one of Megan's good friends. I called his house to see if he was the on-call surgeon. If he was not, then I would take Meg to Medford. We were in luck. We were off to get labs.

If you don't already know this about Megan, she is deathly afraid of needles. If you have ever seen the old Airplane movie with the hysterical woman who gets slapped, that's what Megan is like. So, getting the blood was a ton of fun. The results showed that her white count was way up. We headed to Brett's office to have him look at her. Much better than the emergency room. It turns out a virus that mirrors and appendicitis was going around. So, we needed to wait to let the pain localize a little more or it would go away. Well, by Friday morning, no relief. We did a CAT scan mid- morning Friday and went home to wait for the results. When I got home, I had a message to call Brett right away. He shared the results with me and asked how long it would take me to get her back to the hospital. The OR was schedule from 3 thru the evening, so if we didn't want her to wait, we needed to hurry as it was available then. I called William and he met us at the hospital. Thirty minutes later, she was in surgery. Andrew cleared his afternoon and scrubbed in to be with Megan. It was very comforting to know that he was with her when we couldn't be. Plus, he was able to snap a shot of her surgery with his Trio. If you want to see it, let me know! Her procedure went perfectly! As she was wheeled to her room, her nurse came in to introduce himself. His name was Troy. Megan looked at me and smiled. Her friend, Kylee was her first visitor. She brought flowers and a cute stuffed animal. Shortly after that, some of the girls from her soccer team came with a card and balloons. Very sweet. She spent the night in the hospital and we came home this morning. She is doing very well. She is very tired, but in good spirits. The Vicodin may have something to do with that! She will be out of school for another week or so, but will be back to her old self soon. She can even get back to soccer in about 2-3 weeks! I am so grateful for her protection on comfort. We are blessed.