Big, healthy appearing cutie pie babies with fat breastfed baby legs who hug me around my neck and grab at my stethoscope and grin their toothless grins at me should not have huge masses in their abdomens.
Hopefully it's only a Wilm's tumor. Not like that's fantastic, but it would be better than liver carcinoma.
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Poor baby. Let us know what the diagnosis is if you can...
I never know, given the extent to which medical bloggers must go to maintain patient confidentiality, whether -- for example -- there really has been a cute and chubby patient with an abdominal mass in your recent past! I feel weird (used --but complicit in my own manipulation!)when my knee-jerk sympathy kicks in as a response -- though I know, too, that even if said patient doesn't exist, there are untold numbers of pleasingly plump babies who are fighting illness, and who might benefit from a generic good thought let loose to the universe.
See the lengths to which I will go in hopes that what you have reported is a fiction? Because otherwise...
Bianca! This blog is an entire work of fiction, because otherwise I would be violating several laws of confidentiality.
I'm not ACTUALLY a nurse. I'm a goat-herder in Peru, typing away on my satellite computer hookup, dreaming of the day when I can leave this goaty life and pursue a career of medical writing in the big city.
Molly--
The fake baby had a very real Wilm's tumor and went off to a pediatric specialty hospital that was not in Peru. Hopefully he will be ok. (I'm SURE he will, since he was all in my head and not a real baby at all. Nope, nosir.)
Poor fictional baby! I hope said fictional baby is ok!
To my favorite Peruvian Goatherder,
I celebrate your rich fantasy life, where you work hard and save lives. Let's meet for a drink on top of Macchu Picchu to celebrate with some coca tea, shall we?
We'll drink to the baby's good health!
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