I didn't post about this the first time, but I need a place to vent and maybe even have a conversation or two.
Last June (2024) my son wound up sick in the hospital thanks to pneumonia. His body had a bad reaction to the infection, and his chest filled up with fluid. They were able to get the majority of the fluid out, but there was some scarring that we were told would be going away over time.
A couple months ago, a follow up visit showed there was more scarring than before. It wasn't going away, it was spreading. Last week, he went through surgery to remove it.
The surgeon said it was the worst case he'd seen in 15 years. We thought we were gonna lose him, or at best he would lose a lung.
As I sit here, 3 days after the surgery, I'm finding myself happy and still scared.
I'm happy because he made it through, keeping his lung (minus a tiny bit of it that came off with the scar tissue), and he is on a accelerated road to recovery that none of use (including the surgeon) would have imagined possible a week ago.
Even so, part of me is terrified that this is all some kind of dream. Like I'm gonna wake up in the waiting room and find out he's still in surgery.
This is mostly due to the track record things seem to have in my life. I've rarely been blessed with anything positive that didn't turn out to be a bad thing in disguise. Besides that, the past few years have been just one hit after another.
I mean, I got laid off, wound up in the hospital with a spider bite that nearly killed me, then everything with my son's health. Not to mention just how far off I've been on making any kind of income from writing or YouTube.
I don't even know anymore.
This situation, the past couple of months of worry about my son, has just really eaten away at me. Here's hoping that his improving health will be a sign of things to come.