I Love Eating at New Restaurants!

I know I'm doubling my post for the year in one day, but when Rob was on his way home from work today the boys had an idea of a new restaurant that they wanted to go to and I just couldn't say no. In fact our waiters (who kept calling themselves waitresses) were just so cute that I had to ask if I could take their photo. The food was okay, but it was nothing compared to the service.

Medical Mystery

The past few weeks Jack has been sick on and off. He just hasn't been able to kick it. He will get a fever and writh around in pain hitting his head and ear saying it hurts. We've taken him to the doctor numerous times thinking it must be an ear infection, but every time they have sent us home saying no. He's also been complaining of pain in his knees, back, neck... everywhere. Of course, every time we are actually in the doctors office, he is just fine.
Since he has been having the fevers so long they decided get some blood work. From that they sent us up to Primary's to get a bone scan due to certain markers being too elevated. They inject him with a dye that gets absorbed into the bones where there is a lot of blood activity, showing where infection or masses are. About a minute into the scan a bright white spot showed behind his right ear.
So, from there, they sent us to get a CT scan of his head. It showed that his Mastoid bone (a honeycomb-like interior) behind his ear was completely filled with fluid and now has filled up his ear as well. They thought it was Mastoiditis, an infection of his bone that can corrode the bones in the head and cause the infection to leak into the brain. They planned on admitting him and giving him IV antibiotics, but in order to do that they had to okay that with the infection control at the hospital. Infection control on the other hand said it's not mastoiditis because it showed on the bone scan (meaning that it's already in the bone), but the CT scan showed no destruction of bone. They said they thought it was bone cancer. Just what any mother wants to hear.
They sent it to Oncology and they had no clue. Unfortunately they are not ruling out any of these things, including cancer. So for now we are just loving him.
You know, I think I can handle the medical stuff. I can understand what they are telling us and I feel confident that they are doing what they should. What I can't deal with is Jack not understanding what is going on.
When I took him for the blood work I had to hold him so they could stick the needle in and they had to dig a little. He just started crying and very quietly asking us to take it out. When that didn't seem to work he just looked up at me and said "help me" with a confused look on his face, trying to figure out why I would help this man hurt him. I have never been so crushed before. When we left I took him to get and ice cream cone and told him it was because he was so brave. He said "I wasn't brave Mama, I cried." CRUSH!!! CRUSH!! CRUSH!! Not that he didn't have me thoroughly wrapped around his finger before, but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to deny him anything.