Sorry, long post...
As I mentioned before, I've been pretty sick for about a month. I had Fifth Disease in June. It turned into an auto-immune issue where my body was destroying my platelets. The concern was that my platelet count was so low, I was going to spontaneously bleed in my brain. While I assumed everything was eventually going to turn out alright, I could have met the same fate as Yassir Arafat (my hemotologist says this proves there is justice in the world--Arafat is dead, I'm on my way back to health.)
Anyway, my 16 year old son had Fifth Disease before I did. He feels irrationally guilty for making me sick. He also has ADHD which is controlled with medication. He doesn't get any special services at school. Since I was hospitalized for most of 3 1/2 weeks, he was unfortunately left to his own devices for way too much time. Not the best situation for a kid with organizational difficulties.
On the day I was to have a bone marrow biopsy, he went home sick from school. He missed two tests that day. When he went to make them up, his English test wasn't in the test center. He told his teacher but by the time he got back to the test center, his time to take the makeup had expired.
I wrote to the teacher with my tale of woe, asking her to extend the deadline. I really didn't expect there would be any issue. I was shocked when I got a note back saying she couldn't extend the deadline because it wouldn't be "equitable". Apparently there are a lot of students with organizational disabilities in the school who passed a virus onto their moms that they think might kill them
So I called the head of the guidance department and asked for advice. He's going to talk to the head of the English department and explain how we haven't pushed for special treatment for my son's ADHD, but that this circumstance warrents special consideration. I just hate for my son to have to work with a big 0 for a major test grade during his junior year when grades count so much for college.
I guess I'm lucky this is my biggest concern following my illness, but it really makes me mad! I thought I lived in a compassionate community.
As I mentioned before, I've been pretty sick for about a month. I had Fifth Disease in June. It turned into an auto-immune issue where my body was destroying my platelets. The concern was that my platelet count was so low, I was going to spontaneously bleed in my brain. While I assumed everything was eventually going to turn out alright, I could have met the same fate as Yassir Arafat (my hemotologist says this proves there is justice in the world--Arafat is dead, I'm on my way back to health.)
Anyway, my 16 year old son had Fifth Disease before I did. He feels irrationally guilty for making me sick. He also has ADHD which is controlled with medication. He doesn't get any special services at school. Since I was hospitalized for most of 3 1/2 weeks, he was unfortunately left to his own devices for way too much time. Not the best situation for a kid with organizational difficulties.
On the day I was to have a bone marrow biopsy, he went home sick from school. He missed two tests that day. When he went to make them up, his English test wasn't in the test center. He told his teacher but by the time he got back to the test center, his time to take the makeup had expired.
I wrote to the teacher with my tale of woe, asking her to extend the deadline. I really didn't expect there would be any issue. I was shocked when I got a note back saying she couldn't extend the deadline because it wouldn't be "equitable". Apparently there are a lot of students with organizational disabilities in the school who passed a virus onto their moms that they think might kill them
So I called the head of the guidance department and asked for advice. He's going to talk to the head of the English department and explain how we haven't pushed for special treatment for my son's ADHD, but that this circumstance warrents special consideration. I just hate for my son to have to work with a big 0 for a major test grade during his junior year when grades count so much for college.
I guess I'm lucky this is my biggest concern following my illness, but it really makes me mad! I thought I lived in a compassionate community.
Sometimes as they say "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" and we all know it is true. 