Well, crap.
Remember this?
Mom called me last night to let me know that Ian had gone to the doctor to have some tests done and they found that his brain was swelling. They think he needs a shunt after all and think it's important enough to do first thing on Monday. It's a never ending cycle of surgeries for my brother. This is what.... number 20? He's only 27.
They said before that the shunt only lasts about five years. So does that mean five years from now he's going to need a new one? What the crap. I'm also confused about the fact that they put a shunt in when he was a baby. If they only last five years, he would have been five when it started to fail. He didn't have any problems with it until last year! That's more than twenty years of life without depending on a shunt. Plus when they removed it, they said he didn't need it. Oh, but all of a sudden he needs one? It doesn't make any sense to me. Something is obviously wrong, but I question the doctor's reasoning. I don't know a lot about this stuff, but they've been wrong so many times before. Either they are wrong now, or they were wrong the last time. Doctors are human too and will make mistakes sometimes, sure. But for heaven's sake, this is way too serious of an issue here! It really makes me wonder...
I'm really freaking out. Whenever stuff like this has happened in the past, we've always been together as a family. That was the most important thing. I'm way too far away from home and can't afford to go back, but I feel like I should be there. My mom said she needed a hug from me, but that hearing my voice was like getting a hug. What? No it's not! She's crazy. I know she's feeling the exact same way I'm feeling. This is such a bad time for something like this to happen. Any other time and I probably could have found a way home.
Mom called me last night to let me know that Ian had gone to the doctor to have some tests done and they found that his brain was swelling. They think he needs a shunt after all and think it's important enough to do first thing on Monday. It's a never ending cycle of surgeries for my brother. This is what.... number 20? He's only 27.
They said before that the shunt only lasts about five years. So does that mean five years from now he's going to need a new one? What the crap. I'm also confused about the fact that they put a shunt in when he was a baby. If they only last five years, he would have been five when it started to fail. He didn't have any problems with it until last year! That's more than twenty years of life without depending on a shunt. Plus when they removed it, they said he didn't need it. Oh, but all of a sudden he needs one? It doesn't make any sense to me. Something is obviously wrong, but I question the doctor's reasoning. I don't know a lot about this stuff, but they've been wrong so many times before. Either they are wrong now, or they were wrong the last time. Doctors are human too and will make mistakes sometimes, sure. But for heaven's sake, this is way too serious of an issue here! It really makes me wonder...
I'm really freaking out. Whenever stuff like this has happened in the past, we've always been together as a family. That was the most important thing. I'm way too far away from home and can't afford to go back, but I feel like I should be there. My mom said she needed a hug from me, but that hearing my voice was like getting a hug. What? No it's not! She's crazy. I know she's feeling the exact same way I'm feeling. This is such a bad time for something like this to happen. Any other time and I probably could have found a way home.