I don’t know what to think. We keep getting phone calls from our doctor. Now, there’s a switch. It’s usually impossible to get them on the phone, but here they are, looking for US, they want us to come to them.
We repeated blood work and added some urine to the mix for good measure. This was about a month ago. The results indicate that we’re heading down the path they thought we might be headed down, the one called mitochondrial dysfunction. A brand new world of internet research for me to explore. Goody.
This is what I’ve learned. Mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell. Mitochondria are inherited only from the mother, not sure why. Their autism could actually be caused by this dysfunction. The dysfunction, which could become “disease” someday, and hey — not only in them, but in me too. So much information.
They have called us back for more blood work and urinalysis, an all-day event that’s sure to cause much dysregulation all around. Can’t wait. I know perhaps I sound flip, but really, I am very anxious for this doctor visit. Something that might be treatable? No, not a cure, but a therapy that might make a nonverbal boy verbal.