We’ve spent the last few weeks toting sweet Shepherd to numerous appointments.
And most unfortunately for Shep, the phlebotomist.
And we still don’t know what *it* is.
(Shepherd came home in June 2008. His SN was clubfoot. His clubfoot was corrected and, therefore, is no longer a special need. What has become a special need is his low growth. He was recently diagnosed as “failure to thrive”)
It isn’t his tyroid.
It isn’t HepB or HepC or HIV.
It isn’t his growth hormone levels.
It isn’t lead.
It isn’t celiac.
It isn’t cystic fibrosis.
It’s tough some days not knowing what it is.