Guest Blogger, Big, shares her thoughts on the recent events with her health. This is 100% unedited by mom... So... Here you go!

‘Sup. Big here. So I heard you want to hear about my swollen lymph nodes. Well, all I have to tell you is that I have no clue about the diagnosis or anything like that. But. I will tell you guys what I do know as of now.
I woke up Friday morning (September 1st) with a lump on my neck. Then that developed into a fever next Saturday, lasted for four days, usually just high enough to keep me home from middle school (*sob*). Monday the fever was 102.3 and my mom flipped out. Can’t say that I didn’t, but that’s besides the point. Mom took me to the ER and the took the mononucleosis spot test, and it came back negative. Following that,I had another appointment, not sure what day, but they took more blood and the epstein barr test and CBC weren’t taken so the blood had to be taken again. Super frustrating. Seriously, how many people are excited to have a needle stuck in their body? “‘Oh, yeah! I get to go get a needle stuck in my hand! Pain and misery are SO FUN to endure!” “Sure…” They took the epstein barr test and it came back negative.
Then last Wednesday I had another doctor’s appointment and it was mostly fine, the norm, feeling for other lymph nodes and asking if I feel bad or anything. But then, he randomly stuck his hand down my pants. I looked back, terrorized, to my mom. She gave me a reassuring look, and I turned back to look at the pediatric hematologist with a look of terror still on my face. But hey, at the end I got a sucker!
Later I had to go to Comer’s Children’s hospital, or so we thought.  When we were there, we found out that we should have gone to Lutheran Hospital. So we were all the way in Chicago for nothing, but we learned a good lesson.
That lesson is what we will learn throughout life, in every place, from when we get exactly what we want at Starbucks, to when we shake our fists at heaven when we are mad at God for letting our worst nightmares come true. All we need to do is look up at heaven grin, shrug and say, “Oh well!” Right now we need to look up at heaven and say,”Oh well!”  

Big. OUT!

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