Our week of fun while I am off from work just keeps getting more fun…only not.
On Saturday I noticed a lump under Maile’s chin and I asked Pat if he thought it was something we should be concerned while investigating every chin within reach. It’s right at that soft spot between your throat and the point of your chin.
Sunday Maile came down with a fever and I couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid lump.
Monday morning Pat mentioned that he thought it felt a little bigger and I quickly scheduled an appointment for her. Ten minutes later we were en route and I began talking myself out of a panic attack. Breathe Kathy breathe, she’s fine…
So we got to the doctor and she listened to my concern and instantly put me at ease.
She said it definitely is SOMETHING, and that swelling of the lymph nodes or a cyst is not totally uncommon.
She prescribed antibiotics and said the reason Maile has a fever is likely because her body is fighting the infection.
She also recommended an ultra sound to rule anything else out. I know it’s probably nothing, but the lump is about the size of a quarter and it’s pretty hard…like a knuckle…just a little alarming.
Ok a lot alarming…especially when cancer is prevalent in your family. I just want to get the ultrasound over with already. Let’s rule out anything serious and nip this thing in the bud.
That being said, Maile is absolutely refusing to take her antibiotics. I’m super frustrated because if it IS an infection than I know the antibiotics would make her feel instantly better. Believe me when I say I have tried EVERYTHING to get her to take her meds and am now seriously considering stuffing them down her throat myself. The child is so fearful of any kind of pain or discomfort that she literally will not let me near her with the pills.
I specifically asked for pills this time because the last two times we ended up giving up on the liquid.
I’m at a loss. And now we sit and wait until Thursday’s ultra sound for any definitive answers. I just want to hear them say it’s an infection and then I’ll start stuffing pills down her throat and we’ll put this lump behind us and be done with it.
Blech.