Scary story that I can thankfully look back on now with relief....
When Eric was 4, he went in for his annual check-up. I wasn't with him, my wife and sister took him and Emily for joint check-ups. I get a text from my sister (who is notorious for longwinded oversharing of more information than needs to be conveyed, sending fucking novels when things could be condensed into two sentences) who says "something is weird with Eric's eye, it's reflecting white instead of red, like red eye. Doctor calls it leukochoria and is sending us to a specialist. He has a 3:30 appointment."
I'm not there, I know nothing of context, I know nothing of how serious or not serious this is. So, foolishly, to Google I went.
Apparently, leukochoria, or a white reflection off the retina, occurs most often in toddlers and young children, and do you know what leukochoria is a symptom of in 98% of presentations?
Retinoblastoma. Fucking cancer.
Do you know the treatment for said cancer?
Ablation of the affected eye. REMOVING THE FUCKING EYE.
I cannot a recall a time in my life when I felt more like I was going to vomit, shit, piss, cry, cough, choke, pass out, and scream all at the same time. I was at my desk at work. I looked at pictures of my "perfect little guy" thinking he was going to lose his eye, or worse. I was beyond scared shitless. I don't know how I made it through the rest of my work day.
Then I get the phone call from my sister after the specialist. Eric had a mild lazy eye, barely even detectable, and he would need patching and glasses (the patching has been done for over a year now). Oh there was never any worry or fear of cancer, it was completely innocuous, just an irregularity his pediatrician wanted checked out.
A little fucking context and me NOT going straight to the internet for information would have prevented me from losing probably 6 years off my life that afternoon. Fuck.
Sorry for the hijack...