I'm just not feeling like talking about food, health, weight, stuff like that. So I guess this blog will temporarily switch to a more personal note.
My son is turning 17 tomorrow. Pardon the cliché, but time really does fly.
This morning, I got a call from the pediatrician's office with the date of our appointment with the specialist: Feb. 11. This is great. My son is in absolutely no danger, but we need to see the specialist to find out if he can resume taking a medication for a completely different problem. If we didn't need the green light for the medication, there would be no reason to worry about the slight abnormality that's been detected in his heart. He really does need the medication, which would greatly improve his quality of life, but if he can't take it, we'll have to find another solution.
Anyway, the process is moving forward, and that's the important thing.
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