It was my dearest friend, Lynn*, calling with news about her son.
I'm so sorry I woke you but Cody* is not okay.
What does 'not okay' mean?
He's had a lot of chest pain and he's been passing out lately. He was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect.
Okay, so what does that that mean, break it down for me. Details.
It means that we're lucky he's alive. We're lucky he quit soccer-- the doctors don't know why he's been okay up 'til now. They can operate to fix it but Cody is terrified. He won't do it. He said he'll never do anything for the rest of his life; he'll hang out and not ride his bike and never take the stairs...
There was more conversation but it's all more than I feel needs to be here. Cody is going to be 16 next month.
I'm sending out a request for prayers and/or positive energy ... wherever you find your hope, dig in and send some their way, please.
My own update? Wolf's on a drug which has kept him either sleeping or wanting to be, since Wednesday. His next appt with Doc God is Tuesday and I'm hoping there will be honest account made of the side effects. True, Wolf hasn't passed out since he began this med, but it hasn't been a week yet, and that was his usual time between episodes. If he goes this week without falling down, then maybe they want to reduce the dosage? I don't know.
I'm tired. My brain is off in a million directions and I can't seem to keep a though long enough to get it typed out to completion.
*Names changed, of course, to protect the family's privacy.