Hematuria

One of my most favorite things to do with Devon is take him places where he fully should not be. Case and point, this morning I took him with us to Cassidy’s urologist apponitment. Yes, that’s right. Not the main clinic where they have built a room covered in monkeys and lemurs, I believe to have been inspired by my unruly children, no. The specialst’s division upstairs where it is bone quiet. The other offices up there house a cosmetic surgeon, a skin care clinic and some other sort of quiet medical endeavor. We were ordered to get there 30 minutes early so that we could wait an extra 30 mintues while the doctor ran late at 10 in the morning. Cassidy was in hog heaven with all the Us, People and OK magazines. I think she is current on Brad and Angelina and Tom and Katie by now. But Devon was another story. It was about the time he discovered just how much fun it is to let water out of a water cooler that I decided I would take him out in the hall. By the time they finally did call us, Devon and I were involved in a full out game of toddler football. That is where I kick the ball down the hall as hard as I can and Devon runs after it, picks it up with his teeth and comes and collapses at my feet. Perhaps not football so much as catch and retrieve.
The doctor was a youngish woman who was actually very engaging and straight to the point. Now that I work at home and don’t get out too much I am fairly starved for human contact, and although she was technically talking about Cassidy I started to think of her as my new best friend about two minutes into the visit. Unfortunately at about 10 minutes in she informed me that Cassidy would need a cystoscopy to see if she has any cysts in her bladder (to account for the ongoing blood in her urine). She also went on to say that it is at this point in adults that the medical staff just assumes that the patient has cancer. But lucky for us we don’t have to worry about that since the only pediatric case she had ever seen was in a 12 year-old boy. Whew, glad Cass escaped that one by three years. So in her neat and tidy way she told us she would schedule Cass for the procedure first thing in the morning and we’ll be out of there by nine. UNLESS of course she happens to run into anything like a nasty bit of mutated cells, then she will snip them out and staunch any bleeding. But barring that sort of encounter, Cass will be in and out of the operating room in a jiff. And as an added bonus, Cassidy and I are going to go tour the operating room this afternoon just so we can get a lay of the land. Good times.
On the way home Cass, Devon and I stopped by Taco Bell to drown our fears in a bean burritos with no onions and cinnamon twists. Then Cass began to eye the locket I was wearing, a Mother’s Day gift from my father and Loren several years ago, and thought that the best way to alleviate any lingering doubts would be for her to have one just like it. Knowing my father and Loren’s shopping habits, I took her to their boutique just down the street – Wal Mart. Yes, that’s right. Loren is fairly convinced that the jewelry counter at Wal Mart is the definition of high class Mom jewelry, so my father was always delighted to get off easy and satisfy his purchasing whims there. Cass found a lovely, and very shiny, dolphin locket. I told her she’ll have to wait until after her procedure to actually get her grubby paws on it. She says she wants to put a picture of my dad in it.
As I sit here and mull it all over I am really not so sure that the doctor truly is my new best friend. I liked her and all but any person who so willy nilly discusses the chances of my daughter having bladder cancer WHILE she is still in the room is just not right for me.