
Well it has been one month to the day that Dawson first started vomiting. I find myself this month emotionally all over the place and today has hit really hard. I wonder if there is a point where a parent starts to feel normal again or if the sick feeling inside me is always going to be there? Though when I look at Dawson I am amazed at all we have been through in the last month.
I feel like a part of me died on that Tuesday, July 29 but a part of me was then re born on the 30th, does that even make sense?
I knew I could not handle this situation and so far not going great, we have upped my anti-anxiety meds and I am still having awful nightmares!
I am haunted by the awful answer less questions:
1. How did he get this tumor?
2. Why?
3. How long has there been signs I continued to miss?
4. Will it regrow?
5. Why was Dawson's benign and other kids are dying from tumors?
6. What am I supposed to learn from this? What if I do not learn what I am supposed to, can things get worse?
7. Can I ever fathom having more children now? I am scared.
It seems when we get good news I just expect the bad to come at the next appointment. Like his November MRI which is more in depth and could ultimately tell if there is any tumor left and if it has grown at all.
Then is this my fault? If I hadnt been working full time then maybe I would have noticed sooner? idk
Bad Day great kids!
Please do not take this post as a need to boost me up or anything, I am just venting!
Plus with those blue eyes looking at me everything else just melts away!