Tuesday 3rd of March 2009 is a date that sends shivers down my spine for it is the day we were told our darling gorgeous little boy Sam had a brain tumour.
It all started in January this year. Sam had a cold just the normal runny nose and coughing after a week or so it had gone, but then Sam started complaining of headaches. Now think what you like but I had a horrible feeling straight away that this was going be the start of something serious. After 3 or 4 days the headaches were coming more often and now he was being sick with them.
I took Sam to our then G.P. who I must add we are no longer with, anyway I was told it was just another cold and sent on our way. I wasn't happy, something was wrong. The headaches began to wake Sam up 2 or 3 times during the night and also he was starting to complain of a sore neck and sore eyes. I went back to my G.P who told me to stop chocolate for 10 days and get Sam's eyes tested. I was worried sick, I wanted Sam to see a paediatrician, I wanted a CT scan.
Later on that same day Sam started screaming that he couldn't see. We took him straight up to our A & E Department where we saw a doctor. I told him everything, he checked Sam over and said he was fine. I burst into tears, I said I wasn't leaving until we saw a paediatrician, I told him I thought it was a tumour and I wanted a CT scan done. He laughed and said no way was it a tumour but he'd see if there was a paediatrician free to see Sam, thank God there was! We went up to Ward 15 at Dumfries and Galloway Infirmary where Sam was seen by an army full of doctors. They took blood and said we weren't going home that night and he was going for a CT scan asap. I was terrified that they didn't like the fact that Sam's vision had gone earlier that day and they wanted to check what was going on inside his head. I knew exactly what they were checking for, a brain tumour, but they didn't say it.
Sam had his scan and a while after it a nurse and 2 doctors came for me and Ian(Sam's Dad). We were told Sam had a serious problem and we'd be transferred to Edinburgh's Hospital For Sick Children. I asked if it was a brain tumour, the doctor said that they thought so, I asked if Sam was going to die, he said he didn't know. We were in shock, there was no way I was going to live without Sam, we have Lucy our little girl who is 7, how could we tell her Sam was going to die?
How we got through that night I shall never know. Anyway the next morning we were taken to Edinburgh, we were taken to Ward 7 and met by the most amazing doctors and nurses. We were told that Sam had to have an MRI but their MRI was broken! So Sam would have to go to the Western Hospital the following day to have it done. Goodness sake, another 24 hours to wait! We were in a complete mess, I was crying all time and Ian was in denial, he kept saying it can't be a tumour it just can't.
At about 5pm that night Sam, Ian and me were in the ward playroom when 3 consultants came in to see Sam. Sorry but 2 of these men's names I cannot remember, but one will be in my heart forever, the wonderful Dr Kamath Tallur. After checking Sam over he told us not to worry and he would see us after the MRI. I thought, what the hell does he mean not to worry.
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