Today, we had planned a small family outing. Dad, boys and canoe. Weather forecast just perfect: sun and twenty-something C (around seventies F) temps. When I manage to pull my teenage son out of his bunk and into the bathroom, he tells me he can’t close one of his eyes properly. Also, his cheek is kinda numb. I check him out. Pinch his chin. “No, dad, can’t feel much”. His face is sorta lopsided. Not much, but definitely noticeable.
Shit. My mind starts racing. Can’t be. He’s a teenager, for fuck’s sake. My wife is out of town, there’s no-one to discuss with. I make a quick decision: screw the trip, we’re going to the ER. I use to joke that if you have boys, you’d better get a discount arrangement at the ER, but this is beyond the jokes. I’m worried. Seriously worried. I know that statistically, it’s probably benign, but I’m a father. Also, I don’t want any of my sons (neither the one who’s not in shape, nor the younger one) to worry unduly, so I’m keeping a stiff upper lip. “It’s OK, boys, I just want to have this stuff checked out”
We get to the ER. He’s a big boy, high school sophomore, I don’t think he wants dad to hold his hand during examination. I make sure he’s OK and that he’s nearly at the front of the queue, and I go home. Last message: text me an update as soon as you learn something, and if you want me here, tell me!
Six hours and a dozen sms updates later, I go downtown to pick him up. CT scan checks out OK, samples are pending analysis. He’s released for the night, they’re gonna run another bunch of tests tomorrow, including an MR scan. No, son, we don’t have to pay anything. The cash I gave you for the deductible was only needed if it was a simple consultation. Anything bigger is free.
I’m into my second whisky right now. I’m happy my son isn’t seriously ill. I’m happy the doctors just ran the test they deemed necessary, without checking whether I had the coverage. I’m happy I don’t have to worry whether or not my health insurance covers all the tests and treatment my son needs. I’m happy to live in a country with socialized healthcare, but most of all, I’m happy my son probably isn’t seriously ill.
But I’m still close to crying.