Broken   1 comment

To give a little background, in November of 2009 Fawn was very, very active. She was dancing competitively (placed in the top third at the regional competition), practicing at home daily, going for hikes, walking, running, and generally being a normal kid. A normal, very busy kid. She was 11. When 2010 rolled around, all seemed normal until about February.

Fawn had a cold and had been feeling awful, but OTC medications seemed to help and she was getting over it. Then she started having problems in the mornings – shakes, nausea, cold sweats. Food helped. Then she was having problems at dance class. Her legs felt like lead, she was out of breath, so dizzy, so nauseous. All of those things rolled together sounded like blood sugar problems. So, with the help of our pediatrician, we altered her diet. More food, more often. She ate all of the time. I personally thought the plan was excellent so I snacked along with her. To help her of course.

I got lots of advice (moms, they are so helpful!), good snack ideas for more calories/carbs/proteins. This time, however, it wasn’t helping. She was getting more of her symptoms, not less. So the blood tests began. She became well-known at the lab. Every single one of those tests were normal, and yes, they tested for almost everything. The pediatrician ordered some duplicates to make sure.

What was she like right now? I’m trying to remember. She was active, but slower. She played, but she sat a lot. She’d run, and then rest. She competed in June (placed 5th!), but I put a lot of makeup on her to make her look the right color. Does that sound awful to you? I put bronzer on and blush and coverup for the dark circles under her eyes. Her outfit hung on her strangely, since she had lost some weight. Everyone told her how good she looked! She just smiled and whispered to me that people must not have been able to see the makeup.

And then. And then. The STOMACH PAINS. Now, for those of you who don’t know, if you are an adolescent girl with mysterious symptoms and STOMACH PAINS, that does not point doctors toward chronic illness, it points them to chronic depression/drama/showboating. Did you catch the nickname I picked for my daughter? Let’s just say she is the opposite of drama. I am not very confrontational, I really hate it, but when, coupled with negative tests and vague symptoms, the pediatric gastroenterologist brought forth his idiotic brilliant diagnosis I was less than enthused. I might have, even, expressed it a little bit. And, when she had an actual diagnosis several months later, I *might* have called his office to let him know. In the interest of education, of course. Doctors are always learning, right?

Bless our pediatrician, I mean it. She heard me out when I said I didn’t believe the other doctor. I said he was wrong, and she listened. We had no answers, negative tests and it was the end of June and there wasn’t anywhere to go. I must have plugged her symptoms into dozens of medical websites, done web searches, the problem, it seems, is that vague symptoms are just that, vague. They apply to hundreds of bizarre, frightening, and deadly diseases. I wanted an answer, desperately wanted an answer, but I didn’t want most of those answers.


Posted January 5, 2011 by comomma in family

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  1. Good for you. Doctors should always be learning or they should get undoctorated.

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