And so it begins…

All journeys must begin somewhere. Here is where this one begins…

It begins with a blurry image. An image of a sweet, beautiful girl. A smart, silly, happy girl. Meet Esme. A girl who is getting ready to find out that life as she and her family knows it is about to change.

Rewind just a bit. Fours weeks to be exact. During gymnastics, another girl crashed into Esme’s left upper arm. When she got home, the injured area was red and had a small hematoma under it. We iced the arm, administered some ibuprofen and figured it would heal soon. After a week or so, the hematoma was still there and was a bit larger. We did some further research on hematomas and learned that sometimes they can take weeks or months to fully heal and can increase in size. The hematoma didn’t seem to affect Esme’s ability to use her arm, but it was painful to the touch.

Now flash forward to Tuesday. While getting ready for school, we noticed the hematoma was larger than it had been just a few days earlier.  Since mom (Jackie) is an Emergency Medicine physician and I (Ty, the dad) have a BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing), this sudden increase in size was alarming. We immediately scheduled an appointment to try to find out what was really going on.

We arrived at Dr. King’s office this morning. A nurse came in and got some history, the the radiology tech came in and took Esme for an X-ray. After a couple quick shots, we were back in our room waiting for Dr. King to come in. At this point, I truly expected him to come in and explain what we needed to do to help the hematoma heal faster. But as he walked into the room, the look on his face told me something was not right. He and Jackie are colleagues and friends, and when he didn’t greet her with a smile and smalltalk I started to panic inside. As I write this, I cannot remember what he said as he started talking, all I remember is him shaking his head and saying, “I’m so sorry…’  The rest of the time in his office was just a blur…

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