The following day after taking the antibiotics Tony was experiencing pain in his tummy that kept coming and going, but again because it was a Saturday he insisted he was OK and went out with his mates.
On Sunday morning things however took a turn for the worse and he admitted to me that he had been vomiting the night before. At this time I had no reason to think it was serious and thought there was a possibility that he was having a reaction to the tablets. As Christmas was fast approaching and we were in the stages of planning I suggested that he take a drive with me to my sisters house.
It was on our way down in the car that the nightmare began.............As I was driving he told me that Laurrie his sister, thought that his skin was yellow, as I turned to look at him I nearly crashed for in the short drive of 10 minutes he looked ghastly. Not only his skin had turned yellow but also his eyes! We went straight home where I contacted the emergency doctor to explain his symptoms.I was told to take him to the practice immediately which we obviously did.
On first being examined we were told that he thought it was Hepatitis and told us to go to the hospital where he would be admitted for tests, we were assured that this was common in teenagers, especially boys.On arrival he was automatically put into a room of his own and were told that he should be isolated as Hepatitis was contagious.At this stage both of us were apprehensive as the doctors and nurses appeared to be a lot more concerned than the doctor that we had seen earlier.
Blood tests were started straight away and although I repeatedly asked questions as to what was going on, was told that they would have no answers until the blood results were through.
As the day progressed so did the pain at an incredible pace, sadly, as they were not sure what was wrong only a small amount of pain relief could be given. To say I was worried would be an understatement, but for Tony's sake I had to remain upbeat. Having to leave him in the hospital pulled at my heart, but being neither man nor boy he wouldn’t allow me to stay with him.
So back home I went , now with two sons away from me and not a thing I could do to help either. Slowly but surely it felt as though I was losing control of being a mother to my children, I needed my Mum so much but sadly I had lost her to Cancer 7 years before.Maybe just maybe everything would be OK in the morning and they would send him home but in my heart of hearts I knew that this was serious.
Several years before I had seen a well know clairvoyant who had thought that I had already lost a son, and this had always been on my mind. When I lost the residence order for James I automatically thought that this was what was meant in my reading, how very wrong I was.
