And so it goes...

Where to start? This week is a busy one. Yesterday, Gavin had an appointment that required our going into GR. Today I have Irene's parent/teacher conference. Tomorrow I have Gavin's speech evaluation meeting. Thursday is Gavin's well-child check up (also in GR) and Friday is Gavin's birthday. 

I am still having issues with the school. Friday was a mess of incompetence. I emailed the teacher about what actually happened and got multiple emails of such condescension that I finally stopped reading them. I did save them though. 

Yesterday, Gavin was diagnosed with a form of anxiety disorder. His stressor is school. School stresses my child out to the point of making him sick. Granted, there are two particular things at school that really stress him. Still, I am heartbroken that I have to send my child to the thing that upsets him so greatly. I don't know how, or even if, the school will work with this information. I think I would consider homeschooling at this point just to save him the ridiculous amounts of anxiety he suffers. Unfortunately, I don't know the first thing about homeschooling.

Hopefully, Gavin should have 20 counseling appointments. These will be every other week. They'll deal with working through the stress and come up with ideas to help manage it. The gentleman working with Gavin was very kind. I am tentatively hopeful in regards to the counseling.

In other health related news, my brother has been diagnosed with a fairly rare syndrome. He went from a spinal tap on Monday, to official diagnosis on Friday, to treatment starting Saturday. I am frustrated that, even though we live in the same state, I am not close enough to be any kind of real help. Even something as simple as making some food and taking it over is not doable. Instead I have been sending restaurant gift cards (trying to find places that deliver or do take-out) and texting as much as I can. And knitting him things, but you can read about that on my knitting blog.

It is funny how many forms there are of love and devotion. With Gavin, I want to be a giant bear that eats whatever dares to upset him, then take him home, roll him around, and teach him how to fish. I want him to still be hopeful in this world, but help him to get by. With my brother, I want to cry for and with him, then make a blanket fort, and give cuddles. He knows how the world works. I can't make any of it go away, but I can spread some cushions around to ease the discomfort.

And there it is.