Back in January Jack had gotten sick. He had made a complaint about his hip being sore. Upon examination, I noticed he had a lump on his left upper thigh. It was about the length of a lemon. It was hard and tender to touch. With that, we hopped in the car and went to the clinic. The Drs response there was "well that's not normal, is it?" and sent us for an x-ray with went smoothly and we scheduled an appt for an ultrasound. That appt did not go very well. Jack was freaked right now. He was scared, uncooperative, completely irrational. She told me she could get two assistants to come and restrain him. I told her to do whatever it is she needed to do and I left the room. I could not sit there and witness that. I sat in the little waiting room, Reed with me and I cried. I felt horrible. I felt so helpless. He didn't end up needing to be restrained but the ultrasound didn't show anything. We were referred to a pediatrician. I knew this pediatrician from working in the group home and he is also the pediatrician at work in the children's clinic. He was not concerned. He figured Jack had probably injured himself and it was healing. Although it had shrunk a lot in size, you could tell there was something still there. It didn't look right. It didn't feel right. It didn't bother him. That is, until he got sick again. Whenever he would get sick or have a fever it would swell and be tender to touch. The Dr decided to send us for another ultrasound. He warned if it didn't show anything he would want Jack to have an MRI. I was really nervous about his having this other ultrasound done. He was really, really good though. No drama. No tears. He was a big, brave boy. Despite this, the test was inconclusive. This meant an MRI would be necessary. He had his MRI Wednesday. He was again really, really, really good. He was very brave. He did all that was asked of him. Until it was sprung on me that there was a very big chance that they would need to give Jack some contrasting solution and this would be done with a needle. He didn't like that very much. Much to the technician's embarrassement, because Jack moved and resisted so much, she wasn't able to give him enough solution and would need to give him another
needle. I went into the room for that. I hugged him, and comforted him until he had calmed down and semi-agreed to let them give him another needle. A bribe with a trip to the toy store helped. Just sayin'...He may or may not have a new Lego Ninjago toy.
The doctor's office called today with the results. She named it something but I couldn't tell you what for the life of me. All I heard was "it isn't anything that you need to worry about. You can choose to have it surgically removed. This is something to discuss with the Doctor." Good enough for me! I will see the doctor at the beginning of September for Reed's well-baby check up so I will discuss it with him then.
My understanding is that it is soft, fatty tissue. All I really care about is that it isn't anything serious. Let's face it, all kinds of scenarios were playing through my head. That is enough of the game "what is freakishly going on in my kids body?
