My oldest son...my sweet sweet teenage boy. He will be 15 next month. It is so hard to believe. How did it all happen? When did he get almost 6 feet tall? Where is that wee little boy? And he is in high school and loving it. And his music, oh his music, he truly has such talent (it isn't just his mama saying this, I swear to you).
On Tuesday I had to take him in for a surgery consult. He has Pectus Excavatum (not as bad as the guy in the wiki photo) and this coming summer he will have to have the Nuss procedure done to correct it, two stainless steel bars will be placed in his chest and left there for 3 years. We have the best surgeon in the state doing it, and I feel really comfortable with this... surprisingly so does Logan. But I am still his mama, and having to call to make appointments, having to call the pediatric cardiothoracic surgery department makes this poor mama's heart skip a beat, it makes my breath catch and on more then one occasion I have been happy to leave a message because I was crying too much to actually talk to a person. We still have a few months before it actually has to be done, he will have to have an echo of his heart and do a pulmonary function test, as well as having some labs drawn. In the mean time, we can make plans for a few fun things to do over the summer, things that will be a nice change from a hospital and pain medications. Stuff that has to do with sunshine, fresh mountain air, and easy peasy hikes.