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Armchair Quarterback

I am not a doctor. I don't play one on TV. I didn't even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.

Over the last week or so, I have allowed the limited knowledge that I have to stress me out because I thought I knew what I should be seeing.

Flash back about a week. We were taking new pictures to post up here. When I took this picture and blew it up to take a good look at here eye, I saw something that I didn't think should be there. Complete fear flooded my body. My fear was that she had started rejecting the cornea. And since I am a natural born worrier, my stress fed on itself until I was convinced that she was going to need another transplant. This was before we had even spoken to a doctor.

The next morning, I called Dr. Goins office and they told me to call Dr. Grin to take a look at Isabella. The were able to get us in right away and Dr. Grin looked in here eye and said that what we were seeing was her iris and that her cornea was still completely clear and looked very good. With a sigh of relief, we headed home.

Unfortunately, the relief only lasted about two days for me and I started to have doubts again. Things still just didn't look right to me. As the trip to Iowa got closer, my anxiety continued to rise. The morning of the appointment, it was so bad that I could hardly eat.

We went into the appointment and Dr. Goins asked us how things were going. I proceeded to tell him my concerns and told him what I thought I was seeing... Something reflected back where her cornea was supposed to be clear.

Dr. Goins just chuckled at me and said that it was probably light because her cornea was clear and that it was something that we hadn't seen before. He proceeded to start his examination, the whole time saying that things looked great. More doctors came in, performing more tests. The whole time, they kept saying very reassuring things..

Dr. Goins patiently answered all of my questions and then told us that everything is going fantastic. He changed around some of the medication schedule and told us to come back in a week. We walked out of that appointment and I felt the stress fall away as I realized that we were working with a lot of very smart people and I should not second guess any of them.

I am not a doctor...
I am not a doctor...
I am not a doctor...

More to come soon...

Comments

Hi Matt,

I'm so happy for all of you that things are going so well! I will continue to keep little Isabella in prayer. She's a beautiful little girl, by the way!

It's been a little tough to see the pictures of her eyes; I keep thinking, "what if that had been Rachel (my daughter)?" Now that I'm a parent myself, it's hard to look at or hear about things happening to babies; that kind of thing really gets to me now.

The point is that I hope that I haven't been one of the people that made you mad per one of your previous posts; i.e., I hope that I haven't sounded pitying, if that's a word. It just pains me to see a little one in distress.

Anyway, I'm very glad to hear that things are going well and I hope that things only continue to improve. Thanks and see you in Azeroth soon!

Warm regards,

Trok/Matt

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