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My prediction for how the weekend would go with Spencer in Boise was 100% accurate.  He came home yesterday afternoon and is one sick boy!  He came right in and collapsed on the couch gripping his stomach in pain and nausea.  They had to stop several times on the way home because he was so sick.  He was sick all weekend but just kept pushing through all the activities 6 boys on a road trip do. 

I filled him up with Pepto Bismal, Zofran, Nexium and some Pro Biotics.  This morning, he is showing no signs of improvement.  I took him in to our family doc and they ran some blood work but we are set up to see a surgeon and do further testing.  He will be tested this week for Gastric Emptying Disorder, Ulcerative Colitis or Crohns. 

I really have no idea what to expect.  Part of me thinks this is a mito problem so the gastric emptying disorder makes sense in my mind but I have learned not to project my ideas until all the testing is done and the results are in.

I will say I am pretty worried about what they find.  It's just been going on for sooooo long.  The worst diagnosis will be no diagnosis at all which means no relief for him.  I just want him to be able to eat and live without nausea and pain. It will be an interesting week for sure, not one I'm too excited to endure. 

On the heels of this little setback, we heard from Make A Wish.  They told me that Saturday Night Live is no longer allowing a live audience.  There's a slight chance they may open it up again later in the fall but that's a crap shoot.  So, it's back to the drawing board for the wish.   
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