So, my little superhero has always had weird bruising. I’ve told PCPs about it and been waved off like it was no biggy, but I finally got one to listen and last week we were informed that mamma knows best and his labs were off. We live in the sticks, but Seattle Children’s Hospital isn’t too far away and my NP wanted to refer us there. So I’m all good with that, and knowing that they are notoriously slow for appointments (as is any large medical center) I figured it would be a while before we heard from them, let alone had an appointment. Well the referral was mailed on Tuesday and I was called this morning (already faster than anticipated) and they want to see him within a week (WAY faster than anticipated). I asked if it was an emergency, but they couldn’t really tell me anything other than they want to see him within the week. So we made an appointment for next Thursday.
In the course of the on-phone registration I was asked if the hubs and I were married at the time of X-Man’s birth. I stated that we were, but that he is adopted. So a bit later I get a call back stating they need proof of our guardianship, since he’s adopted. I asked if they do that for every child and they said no. So here’s the thing: he has our last name, our insurance, all of that, and I have to prove that I’m his mom? Sooooo irritating. Never in all my years of nursing, and in peds at that, have we requested documentation of an adoption in order to provide care. It makes me feel as if once again some one is saying that I’m just the stand-in mom. Sorry, we’ll only give this kiddo treatment if you prove that you’re his mom. But we’re not going to ask any one else for it. Awesome.
So aside from my irritation (this is me flippantly saying whatever) here’s what really stresses me out: it’s not just that I have to take my son to a specialist. It’s not just that it’s at GIANT children’s hospital for some blood disorder that as of yet doesn’t have a name. What’s really freaking me out is that the clinic he has to go to is the Hematology/Cancer clinic. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he has cancer, it just all seems so much worse though knowing that, doesn’t it? I mean, my kid needs to be seen in the same clinic that specializes in the big CA. Ugh. Sick to my stomach.
So friends, if you’ve got some spare prayers hanging around, shoot them up for X-Man, would ya? Send a little love our way and keep us in your thoughts next Thursday.
All my love,