The good news is that huge stone that had been banging around his kidney is no longer there. In fact, there was no evidence of stones at all in the ultrasound he had yesterday (was that really just yesterday?!). The bad news is that we think he is in the process of passing it, which explains the sudden increase in reflux that kept us all up the last few nights. But thankfully, that is tapering and we are all catching up on sleep. And more importantly, the dude is feeling much better.
As usual, Dr. Doom was as doomful as he could manage. He didn't even mention the fact that no stones were visualized, just that he thinks it is plugging a duct in that kidney. Way to downplay any good news. Good work. But he was totally amenable to contacting the guy in Detroit for us (who might have suggestions regarding monitoring Bo's bone density and maybe, please, maybe, some solutions?). In fact, this was the least tearful or anxiety inducing visit we've ever had with this group. Bo was downright cheerful. And with as much doom as he could muster, he had to concede that "Bo is not a sick kid." Say it with me: Miracle! This was the first visit he didn't insist that transplant was our eventual fate. He didn't mention it at all.
But we had called in a panic about all the throwing up at 5pm Tuesday night, and got an ultrasound appointment for 9:45am the next day AND a clinic appointment with Dr. Doom at 10:30am. Doomful, yes. But also reassuringly dedicated. I send him Koo's info that afternoon and he drafted and sent his query on our behalf as of today. Compassion, dedication and love. Seriously, if this guy moves, we will have to follow.
