Thursday and Friday were filled with more sharing with friends, more searching for a reputable (i.e. the best on the planet) pediatric neurosurgeon, and more God stories. We learned that kids with Chiari are not supposed to do contact sports, particularly WRESTLING. Both of our boys have been wrestlers for the past three years. The head of pediatric neurosurgery at Kosair is well-respected in the field and is named Dr. Moriarty and I learned through a friend/coworker that he said that wrestling can cause ruptures and hemorrhaging.
Learning this caused the room to spin again because our boys did not want to wrestle this year despite some success in the past. Many people strongly encouraged them to wrestle and they said emphatically that they were done. I was never a huge fan of the sport of wrestling, but I was a huge fan of all the people in wrestling. I miss them because that was such a huge part of our lives. They remain good friends and have already shown us huge amounts of love and support. I am still marveling at the grace of God that turned the boys off to wrestling before a tragedy occured on the mat. I should know by now not to be surprised, but prepare to be amazed.
Friday night we had Tretter's MRI at Perry County Memorial Hospital here in Tell City. He was such a good little guy and was so still and calm. Afterward we got a blizzard and I took him to Walmart where he picked out a book. John had taken Whitaker to the Harlem Globetrotter's in Evansville, so I figured Tretter needed a little present.
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