The second week of May, amid AP exams, a varsity baseball tournament in Traverse City and studying for his very last high school finals, Jack came down with a stomach bug. Of course, in typical Jack fashion, he pushed through, going to baseball practice with a bottle of Imodium and Senior Walk at Myers Elementary with a pack of Tums. After waiting it out for two weeks on the suggestion of the pediatrician, he still didn't seem to be getting any better. On the morning of graduation, I took him in to see the doctor. She ran a myriad of tests and suspected Jack had probably picked up a virus. Test results would be back on Monday.
Jack had been feeling really crummy but the evening of graduation, he felt significantly worse. His color looked awful and we weren't sure he'd be able to make it through the graduation ceremony. But he was determined not to miss a minute and rallied enough to talk us into letting him go to the all night postgrad party, as well. Looking back, we are so grateful for God's hand of protection on Jack. Saturday, he caught a line drive off his index finger during practice. He went on to play in two district playoff games. On Sunday afternoon, he put on a brave face and sat through his graduation open house eating very little of all his favorites. By Sunday night, his ankles had begun to swell and we were very worried.
Monday morning I called the doctor to find out test results and to let her know Jack was much worse. She called me back 30 minutes later and told me to take Jack straight to the ER at Hurley Medical Center, to have him admitted, and to not take "no" as an answer.
(click here for part two)
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