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Hep C pt1

Thank you, Steve and Jenn, for the comments. I was having a moment.
I guess, to be 100% honest, I have to say that I'm having a series of moments, with small blips of sunshine in between.
I went to the specialist in Cleveland (let's call her Dr.Ink) with my mother today. It was a fairly short trip, all things considered. Nothing much in the way of new info. Because Mom's labwork results never made it to Dr. Ink, my mother had to have more labwork done, including panels to try to determine which type of Hep. C she has.
I didn't know there were more than one type! Types, subtypes...lots still to learn!
Next Monday she's scheduled for the liver biopsy. They'll take a huge, long needle and poke it between her ribs, around her other vital organs inside and remove a piece of her liver when they pull it back out. Mom's petrified and if I can actually get her to go, I'll feel like I've accomplished something. My mother is very much the type to hide from bad things, not face them head on.
I'm not quite sure yet how I feel about all of this. I'm still processing it.
Dr. Ink says she feels that Mom probably picked up Hep C through snorting cocaine in the 70's or 80's. It's rare for it to be transmitted sexually and since the only blood transfusions my maternal wonder has had were after they began testing donated blood for the virus, there's a slim-to-none chance it was contracted that way.
I could see the look on my mother's face: she clearly thought that she'd dodged a bullet back then, feeling superior because she didn't shoot it and to hear this opinion...she looked like someone had punched her.
*sigh*
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Let's talk about something more positive.
Today is my Trevor's birthday. 13 years old. Just in the last year, he's grown up so much. Not just physically, although that's certainly the truth too. He's 5'2" already! Won't be long until he's towering up there with Bran.
Mentally, he's grown too. I don't even know how to put it into words.
My sweet boy, another year older.
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I need to shut this down. Unfortunately, due to a situation with Family Fun Night, I need to call the members of our PTO Issues Committee and see if they're able to meet Friday. I'll detail more later.
Happy Monday.

9:10 p.m. - 2009-05-11

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