Farewell to Doctoring

Here is an un-posted post from earlier in the month.  I don't know why I held onto it and didn't post it, but here it is.  I think I wasn't ready to tell the world and to have people want to discuss this with me. 

Today is Shea's birthday.  As such, I've been to her preschool to hang out and help out.  We've done lunch, presents, and all of the other birthday madness we could fit into the first part of the day.  The reason for this is because the second half of the day was dedicated to doctoring.  My mother uses that word sometimes, and I like the sound of it.  "I gotta do some doctoring," she'd say.

Well, this doctor's appointment has been a year in the making.  Shea had surgery last year and today was the day where we found out if it "took."  The answer is yes.  Sort of.  The best case scenario, the one that I have, of course, been playing in my head for the last year while all the while denying the fact that it was my secret hope against hope, isn't the scenario that played out today.  But, the news we got today was the second best news we could get.  I am grateful for it.  I am.  Truly.

My daughter is healthy and happy.  She may encounter some issues when she is older when it comes to her kidneys, but there is nothing in the present that can, or should, be done.  She'll grow and develop normally, but will only have a partial "spare tire" in that one of her kidneys won't be fully formed.  It is a blessing, and something she may never have to consider or worry about.  So, the pediatric urology specialist told us we are done with him.  We no longer will have to worry about surgeries, ultrasounds, scans, or infections.  We can say goodbye to that phase of Shea's young life.  Happy Birthday, Shea.