a fifo wife {fifo life: real life fifo: when to tell}

So I had a dilemma last Friday and its one I have encountered before so perhaps you lovelies can help. Because I never ever know how to handle it..even after thirteen years.

B2 had his yearly check up and to check a lump that has been growing on his chest. He has had it awhile by a while I mean four weeks but its never bothered him and he is due for his yearly next week so I never rushed him to the doctors until last week where I realised it had got bigger. We went to the doctor he looked at it. Then he called another doctor into look at it. There was muttering. Then there was a rush to the pathologist and x-ray. Then it was back to the doctors to wait for the rushed pathologist and x ray.

Its funny but its always B2 that’s bumping and scraping himself. Only two swings ago he fell resulting in a four hour stay at the hospital and this is my dilemma when he fell I waited until the doctor said we are okay but had too wait the mandatory four hours. I then rang my husbands work just to have them call him to let him know what had happened, where we were and that we were okay. Heaven forbid he might here it from the baby sitter at home. By the time he called we where leaving the hospital. FIFO husband was upset but my theory was what could you do all the way over there. Its not like he can jump on a bus and be here in 40 minutes it takes a chopper and a 8 hour flight with two stops to get home. I’m also a kind of on a need to know basis. Whats the point of worrying until you need to worry..huh? But that’s me and I guess its easy for me to say.

So this time around I didn’t know what to do. It seemed well scarily scary. I was nervous and sick. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed so serious. There was lots of pushing and prodding at B2 chest. They kept asking me could he have broken his rib? Umm no I don’t think  so I would have known about that. It doesn’t hurt? Hmm no it doesn’t. B2 was more worried about weather or not he was getting a lolly at the end of all this.

So as the appointment and wait drew on and on. And the possible seriousness of the situation grew I didn’t know what to do. DO I call now? or go with what I know and just wait until we know exactly whats going on? We were heading into the weekend and the possibility of FIFO husband being able to get off the rig was getting slimmer and slimmer with each passing hour. Finally the report got back.

Nothing to worry about.

He has one rib. ONE. RIB. That’s having a growth spurt. Its not broken Its just grown so much that its come away from the plate and has curved, hence the lump. And whilst my doctors have never heard of it they are putting their faith in the x ray doctor and pathologist who read these test and images on a daily basis. It will settle down eventually. Phew.

SO whilst I never called I was about to but my lovelies but when do you call? When your child is hurt hurt or sick sick? Straight away or do you follow the wait and see and just hope that it all ends well? They are after entitled to know but when do you tell? When do you when they are so far away..knowing that they would feel more anxious and helpless  than you do standing right there in the moment?

So we are all good but what do you lovelies do?

xx Deb