Monday, April 5, 2010

This Could Change Our Lives...Forever

A couple of weeks ago my 4 year old son had tonsillitis.  He was in great spirits, as usual, but as a mom I still felt bad for him.  His voice was muffled from his swollen tonsils that we found out at the doctor were almost touching in the middle.  The doctor was concerned they were so large possibly due to an abscess in his throat pushing on them and asked me to take my son to the hospital for an x-ray of his throat.  I called my husband, explained the situation and that I was okay to handle everything myself.  I then called my Mom to activate the prayer chain...just to make sure that everything went fine.  Of course, while I'm explaining to my Mom that I wasn't concerned I started crying, but I really was okay!  It's hard as a parent not to have in the back of your mind what could be happening.  As I stood in the x-ray room keeping my son calm by smiling at him and acting like this was a special treat, I couldn't help but think...this x-ray could change our lives...forever.  The parents living at their child's bedside didn't choose to raise their kids in a hospital, didn't get a memo at conception that this was going to be their child's life, had no idea when they moved into their 3 bedroom ranch that the kids room would ever sit empty before college.  Maybe for sleepovers, summer camp or a night at Grandpa and Grandma's house...but not for treatments or surgeries.  My son's x-rays were fine, the lumps on his neck that the doctors keep telling me are okay...really are okay.  We had no devastation, no change to our lives.  He has to have his tonsils out but he's okay.  I fell into bed that night thankful beyond words.  And that's exactly how I prayed that night...telling God that I didn't even have words enough to thank him.

1 comment:

  1. I am so glad that this story has a happy ending. And I know what you mean about melting down over the sheer terror of thinking the worst for a split second. You were there for me on that day. Thanks.

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