Gotta love a doctor who jumps the gun! My nephew, London, has been sick on and off this winter. Always seemed that he had a new case of the stomach flu, and that is how it had always been diagnosed. Well, yesterday my sister took him into the emergency room because he looked dehydrated, and had proudly proclaimed that he hadn’t “peed in days.” AWESOME! Anyway, the ER doctor—who, just for the record was not Noah Wylie or George Clooney, but might have had just about as much medical training as the two—told my sister that he was 90% sure that my nephew had leukemia. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Can we at least call in the oncologist first before we start throwing around the “L” word like a virgin throwing out the “V card” on prom night?
Anyhow- London went to see his real doctor today, who assured my sister that he does not have leukemia. They have to run more blood work, and on Friday we get the definitive word. Gosh!