Preparing for Christmas

Tomorrow's the oncologist's appointment where we learn about the PET results. My stomach is a mess.

All three wee Clydes visited the dentist this morning. We were 15 minutes late. I forgot to fill out the forms. Cole knocked the large wire and wooden toy off the table. Adeline bit him. Everyone cried. 

The receptionist was understandably worried about how our kids would fare in dentist chairs. Luckily (magically) they turned into perfectly polite and well-behaved dental patients. They took turns riding the banana chair and the blueberry chair. Everyone was shocked.

I then took Adeline and George to school. Cole and I went to the doctor to have his child-scissor-stabbed index finger examined. He was cool with it. He likes his doctor. Aunt Rebecca had tended to the stab just after the event (yesterday), but Cole kept pulling off his butterfly bandage. The butterfly bandage was now in a knot around his finger. The nurse couldn't pry it free and nonchalantly said, "I'll be back in a second, I need to get some scissors." Now you have to understand that she's been examining his wound and hemming and hawing about what to do for a few minutes, so when Cole hears "scissors" he thinks she is going to... well, I don't know exactly what he thinks... but he turns greenish and looks up at me from the froggy chair for help. "Scissors?" he asks in terror.

When Dr. Cuthbertson comes in, Cole asks where the "other Dr. Cuthbertson is." We are baffled. Cole then tries to hand Dr. Cuthbertson 3 Spiderman bandaids he's brought from the car especially for Dr. C (and making into shapes... L,N,C, etc...), but Dr. C is trying to talk to me. Cole was persistent and finally got them in Dr. C's hands. "Thanks, Cole." 

After the doctor left the room and we were preparing to go, Cole looked around at the examination room. It's been newly decorated with posters of cars and car decals and stickers on the wall. License plates and Route 66 signs. "They're preparing for Christmas," Cole says. "What?" I ask. "Aren't they preparing for Christmas?" he asks. "You mean because of the cars on the wall?" Cole has moved on. He tells the office lady on our way out, "You're preparing for Christmas." "Yes," she says smiling. She thinks they're thinking similar things... presents, trees (maybe), santa, snow... and I wish I could tell you what Cole was thinking, but I have no idea.

Happy Birthday Lilo! I love you!

Comments

[brigita]

Waiting for scan results is torture. I hope that the results are the good kind of negative.

[Aunt Boonie]

Good thoughts beaming your way today Renee.

[Glenn Koehm]

This is basically a matter of choosing a way for dental services to be accessible to many. There have been efforts by volunteers to go up mountains and traverse streams just to proceed with their medical-dental missions. Maybe the same can be done here.