The Diagnosis

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Life, that is. Life wasn't supposed to be the way it is. Women weren't supposed to die of leukemia when their children were three years old. Couples weren't supposed to struggle with infertility. Grandmas weren't supposed to slowly succumb to Alzheimers. Little girls weren't supposed to be born with an extra chromosome.

And little boys weren't supposed to be born with 26 genes deleted from the long arm of their seventh chromosome. Life wasn't supposed to be this way--full of death, disease, and suffering. Life was supposed to be full of . . . well . . . life. That's the way God originally made it--a "very good" creation, He called it. And yet here we are, living in a creation groaning under the weight of the Curse placed on it by its Creator because of sin . . . my sin, your sin, the sin of all mankind. It's not pretty, the effects of this sin.

 

In January, when we found out Buddy had the supravalvular aortic stenosis (SVAS), the cardiologist mentioned that it was usually associated with Williams Syndrome, and he wanted us to have Buddy undergo genetic testing. Since then, several of his other doctors have mentioned the association between aortic stenosis and Williams Syndrome, however, I didn't really think anything of it -- they didn't make it sound like it was serious, and I never bothered to google it and find out what it was.

Last week, the genetics office called to set up an appointment. That appointment was today. Today we found out that Kieran has Williams Syndrome. In some ways, this changes everything. In some ways, it changes nothing.

The diagnosis explains so many things--his "failure to thrive," the frustrations with his eating (or lack thereof), the delayed sleeping-through-the-night, why he doesn't really look like either of us, the SVAS, the kidney reflux . . . . At this point, the doctor wasn't able to determine what level of mental disability K would have, but assumed it would be in the mild to moderate zone, rather than severe. He was encouraging that Kieran would be able to live on his own in the future, although he'll probably need help with things like keeping track of his finances. And the doctor has referred us to the state physical therapy program so that we can keep him on track (or as close as possible) developmentally.

We'll have more doctor visits with the geneticist (and all the other doctors Buddy has been seeing) in the future. We'll just take it one thing at a time and see how Buddy develops. God is good--all the time.