What happened? In March 2009 I took Trenton to the doc in the box on a Saturday for pink eye and we left with several prescriptions for pnemonia. The doctor decided to take X-rays as he thought Trenton had pnemonia. WHAT? I felt like mother of the year. Yes, he had a cough but I in no way thought it was more serious.
April 2, 2009: Two weeks later I received a call from the radiologists office who had reviewed the X-rays. She stated they found a mass in Trenton's chest and needed to call our pediatrician immediately. Note to all you doctors out there...Before giving news such as this...tell the person on the other end of the phone to sit down! After a few hysterical minutes I called the doctor, Brett and left work. Deep breath...An hour later we headed to St. Lukes hospital for another X-ray and CT Scan to confirm the mass. It was confirmed. Our pediatrician, Katherine Stevens, who is fantastic, met us at the hospital to help us with our options. We decided to head home for the night and would meet with the surgeon the next day. I'm not sure we slept but we did go home.
April 3, 2009: Called the surgeon and was told he'd call back in 10 minutes. 2 hours later we grabbed our swimsuits and headed to Brett's parents to sit in the hot tub. We were going crazy at home waiting for the phone to ring. On the way, the surgeon called and asked us to meet him at the hospital. We met with him and the Oncologist over the next 4 hours and it was determined Trenton needed surgery now. He was admitted onto the pediatric oncology floor (which completely freaked us out). Surgery was scheduled for 6:00 pm.
5:00 pm: We were playing in the waiting room with many family members and friends and they showed up for pre-op. We said our goodbys and headed downstairs. Trenton did a great job. I attempted to pay attention and tried to act as if I wasn't upset. Not an easy thing to do.
6:00 pm: Surgery--it would be a 2-2 and a half hour surgery and someone would update us as to how he was doing. I won't go into the details of the thoughts that went through my head during this time but I would like to thank all our loved ones who offered their support either by sitting with us, calling, or bringing food.
8:30 pm: No word yet. We were waiting on pins and needles to hear that our baby was fine.
9:00 pm: Finally, a nurse comes out to let us know he's doing fine but the tumor had wrapped itself around his trachea so they were having to chip the calcium deposits away one little bit at a time. They expected it to take a few more hours.
1:30 am: We received word that they were ready to close Trenton up and since he had been open and on life support for so long they would be taking him to ICU. Our friends and family headed home for some rest.
2:30 am: Dr. Curnow, our amazing surgeon, came out to let us know Trenton was fine but had been through a very traumatic surgery. He would be in ICU at least a few days. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
April 2, 2009: Two weeks later I received a call from the radiologists office who had reviewed the X-rays. She stated they found a mass in Trenton's chest and needed to call our pediatrician immediately. Note to all you doctors out there...Before giving news such as this...tell the person on the other end of the phone to sit down! After a few hysterical minutes I called the doctor, Brett and left work. Deep breath...An hour later we headed to St. Lukes hospital for another X-ray and CT Scan to confirm the mass. It was confirmed. Our pediatrician, Katherine Stevens, who is fantastic, met us at the hospital to help us with our options. We decided to head home for the night and would meet with the surgeon the next day. I'm not sure we slept but we did go home.
April 3, 2009: Called the surgeon and was told he'd call back in 10 minutes. 2 hours later we grabbed our swimsuits and headed to Brett's parents to sit in the hot tub. We were going crazy at home waiting for the phone to ring. On the way, the surgeon called and asked us to meet him at the hospital. We met with him and the Oncologist over the next 4 hours and it was determined Trenton needed surgery now. He was admitted onto the pediatric oncology floor (which completely freaked us out). Surgery was scheduled for 6:00 pm.
5:00 pm: We were playing in the waiting room with many family members and friends and they showed up for pre-op. We said our goodbys and headed downstairs. Trenton did a great job. I attempted to pay attention and tried to act as if I wasn't upset. Not an easy thing to do.
6:00 pm: Surgery--it would be a 2-2 and a half hour surgery and someone would update us as to how he was doing. I won't go into the details of the thoughts that went through my head during this time but I would like to thank all our loved ones who offered their support either by sitting with us, calling, or bringing food.
8:30 pm: No word yet. We were waiting on pins and needles to hear that our baby was fine.
9:00 pm: Finally, a nurse comes out to let us know he's doing fine but the tumor had wrapped itself around his trachea so they were having to chip the calcium deposits away one little bit at a time. They expected it to take a few more hours.
1:30 am: We received word that they were ready to close Trenton up and since he had been open and on life support for so long they would be taking him to ICU. Our friends and family headed home for some rest.
2:30 am: Dr. Curnow, our amazing surgeon, came out to let us know Trenton was fine but had been through a very traumatic surgery. He would be in ICU at least a few days. I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
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