Jun 10, 2012
To my Pediatrician I go...
It's time for me to meet my Pediatrician. Big Brother tried to whisper a
warning to me but I couldn't hear him. Dr. Bennet is her name, and I will be
seeing her at least weekly she said, until my surgery.
She seems to be nice, but I'm not sure about her Nurse. My
breathing was becoming a bit more labored and water was starting to collect
and we all were worried about congestive heart failure. As she listened to my
heart she asked if other doctors could listen as well and my parents agreed. If
it would help them with a patient later in life, I know I have done my part. She
didn't like the way my heart and breathing sounded so she put me on some
medicine to remove some of the water. Even though I am getting weaker, the
medicine should help me not have anymore complications. To all the parents
out there... Psst! My condition isn't so widely seen so don't be afraid to really
talk with your doctor and work and grow with him/her although I am sure
after the skiddishness goes away they will do ample research for your son or
daughter as well. They will do their very best.
Now I know what brother was talking about. The Nurse equals pain. She
stuck me several times. Ouch!!! And I cried and cried. Thank goodness my
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