How three white coats can ruin your day in an hour

My youngest son was finally discharged from the hospital yesterday after being there for over two weeks. This would seem a happy occasion, and it was, until the last hour or so . . .

Three white coats decided to pay a visit in short order, a geneticist, a audiologist, and a opthamologist. The opthamologist determined my son was myopic (near sighted). He would need to do more tests in a week to determine how severe.

The audiologist determined our son in profoundly deaf. In one ear they could not determine how deaf he was because it was so profound it fell outside the test limits. In the other ear he can hear some extremely loud environmental noises, say. . . front row at a Megadeath concert. In short my son has never heard his parents voices or his own crying. We have more testing in four to six weeks.

The geneticist said all these issues my son was having was due to Stickler's Syndrome. This was passed along to my son in thanks to dear ol' dad. Yep, my son inherited all the issues along with my good looks.

I think I am still in the shock and denial phase of things. Part of me hopes with a little time and some more tests it won't be as severe as it initially seems. I mean, I have it and I turned out alright.

Time will tell . . .