I went to the doctor for a well-child check-up today, and also to get my Tetanus and Hep A shots. We went through the routine: blood pressure, height, weight, etc. The nurse kind of gave me a funny look and marked something on her sheet. Anxiously, I waited for the doctor to come in. Again, we went through the routine: "Breathe in deep, say 'ahhh', bend over and touch your toes." Then she pulled out the chart.
"How bad is it, Doctor?" I asked.
"Better than we anticipated," she replied. "We've seen some progress, but I do admit that it is minimal. But there's still hope."
I let out a sigh and prepared myself for the worst. My doctor gave me the Look; you know, that sympathetic, 'I feel your pain' look that they get when they're about to break the bad news.
"We can expect for you to grow to 5'0, or 5'1" she finally said.
I felt the tears flood my eyes as I let the heartbreaking news overwhelm me. I had never held out much hope, but that last bit that I did cling to was now completely squashed.
We discussed my options, how I could still live a normal life, and I allowed myself to accept the reality that is my height.
Please keep me and my family in your prayers as we deal with the trauma. Thank you.
posted by Dani @ 8/08/2006 10:36:00 PM
I'm 5'2". Darren's 5'5". Poor Dani.
She's short, but isn't she GORGEOUS?