It’s been a few weeks now since I wrote my last blog because things have been a bit hectic, which also caused me to fall behind in writing my next book, provisionally titled Honour Thy Father and Thy Mother, about the Kindertransport and the ensuing Holocaust.
My beautiful granddaughter Abigail, who inspired one of my favourite stories in my anthology of short stories Just for Fun http://bit.ly/1IDRJta was hospitalized once again with low blood glucose and still the doctors, including two professors, can’t accurately diagnose the problem. Unfortunately they find the case ‘interesting’. One place you don’t want to be ‘interesting’ is in a hospital. Even her paediatrician at the health fund described her condition as ‘rare’.
So I spent a whole day with my daughter at the hospital. My wife and I then accompanied Abigail and her mother to talk to the professors on two consecutive mornings, hoping they can tell us what they think may be the problem – because we know they are not certain and need to carry out another series of tests, some which they are repeating and others which have not been done before.
At least they’ve decided to do these tests one at a time, so as not to put Abigail through too much mental and physical anguish. One test apparently will take five days with a monitor and a sensor being inserted under her skin. I’m hoping this test will not be necessary, as it is so difficult to see her being stuck with needles and not understanding why – although she is a brave little girl and hardly ever cries. They’ve given us a glucometer and instructions to follow should the event re-occur. They have also written us a letter, giving us direct access to the emergency room without referral from another doctor. This will save time, especially if such a relapse occurs on a Saturday, when the emergency medical services are staffed by young, inexperienced doctors. I know all doctors have to see rare cases to learn, but let them see them in a hospital.
For now, I’m pleased to say, Abigail appears to be well and is happy attending her new kindergarten, but we are constantly alert for any signs of trouble.
My beautiful granddaughter Abigail, who inspired one of my favourite stories in my anthology of short stories Just for Fun http://bit.ly/1IDRJta was hospitalized once again with low blood glucose and still the doctors, including two professors, can’t accurately diagnose the problem. Unfortunately they find the case ‘interesting’. One place you don’t want to be ‘interesting’ is in a hospital. Even her paediatrician at the health fund described her condition as ‘rare’.
So I spent a whole day with my daughter at the hospital. My wife and I then accompanied Abigail and her mother to talk to the professors on two consecutive mornings, hoping they can tell us what they think may be the problem – because we know they are not certain and need to carry out another series of tests, some which they are repeating and others which have not been done before.
At least they’ve decided to do these tests one at a time, so as not to put Abigail through too much mental and physical anguish. One test apparently will take five days with a monitor and a sensor being inserted under her skin. I’m hoping this test will not be necessary, as it is so difficult to see her being stuck with needles and not understanding why – although she is a brave little girl and hardly ever cries. They’ve given us a glucometer and instructions to follow should the event re-occur. They have also written us a letter, giving us direct access to the emergency room without referral from another doctor. This will save time, especially if such a relapse occurs on a Saturday, when the emergency medical services are staffed by young, inexperienced doctors. I know all doctors have to see rare cases to learn, but let them see them in a hospital.
For now, I’m pleased to say, Abigail appears to be well and is happy attending her new kindergarten, but we are constantly alert for any signs of trouble.
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