Well, it’s now 11 days later, time for a second treatment.
I can honestly say it’s not been quite as stressful as the first time because I didn’t see anything super-concerning the first time around so I just trust this time will be the same or better.
We have seen some noticeable differences which keep us hopeful for more (yes we are greedy – we want more!)
We’ve seen improvements in focus, attention span and ability to deal with changes. These are not huge by any means, but enough to be aware of which is a win in my book!
Still, I silently say a prayer because I really don’t know. I try not to panic.
The tiredness is obvious as well as the stomach discomfort. My heart aches for putting our son through this, but I know it could make a difference in the bigger picture. This is the part I hate about being a parent. Making a decision that may cause some physical discomfort or even pain. I ask myself again (!!) Are you being a good Mom?
I have to answer myself and say that yes I am. I say it over and over again in my head so that I can convince myself.
I doubt it, but nonetheless, I keep on going. I distract myself so I don’t have to think about it. But every time I have to dispense a pill, I feel a pain in my chest. I don’t tell anyone though because I have to at least pretend I’m fine with everything.
Last pill was with dinner so hopefully tomorrow all will be a little better. And hopefully some of the metals will leave my son’s body which would be better than winning any lottery.
I will now breathe and cautiously relax for the next 11 days…….