It's been a year since I took Mr. Boy to the doctor for what I thought was Fifth's Disease. A little over a year since the doctor said, "My spidey senses are tingling, this isn't Fifth's Disease." She was right and a few days later we were asked to come in to meet with the doctor for the test results. That was the low point of 2014.
During these appointments I have to put on a brave face, because I know that he is watching me and looking for reassurance. This is not Mr. Boys favorite and he is frustrated too. He had to retire from sports, he just can't move like he used to. It's been an adjustment, but he adapts for the most part like a champ. He still has his bad days and questions "Why Me?" but can you blame him?
Another round of testing is on the horizon, Mr. Boy has mixed feelings about this. Hates the needles, but likes the idea of finding a treatment. I'm in awe with the grace of how he has handled himself. For now, we are open to any and all suggestions, no matter how far fetched. And as always good thoughts and vibes are appreciated.