The next day things took an unexpected turn. I was trying to get my ‘head in the game’ sort of speak for surgery, preparing myself mentally and emotionally to stay strong and positive for the surgery and for my family. The day started off well going to Alexa's school for an art walk to enjoy some of the children's creations. When we returned home around lunch time, Lexi and Luke were happily playing when suddenly Luke my 3 year old had this super scary episode. He became pale, started grabbing his head saying it hurt really bad, looked suddenly weak, like he was going to pass out and said he couldn’t breathe. Now I am a not a new kid on the block when it comes to kids illnesses, being a mommy of 4 I’ve seen many things come and go, yet I’d never seen this. I felt weak at my knees and rushed him to the children’s ER as he threw up several times. I tried talking to him on the way there to keep him alert. When we finally arrived as I opened the door and tried to get him out, he told me “mommy don’t carry me” and I asked “why not?’ he said “I don’t want to get you dirty”. It broke my heart that he was even thinking that and he was being so thoughtful in this situation. But I said “please don’t worry about that, I love you and I don’t care to get dirty”. Long story he puked tons, first food, then phlegm, then something that looked like green Kool-Aid (maybe bile) and finally nothing although he was still nauseous. Docs x-rayed his tummy and noticed his liver was “a little full” so then they ordered an ultrasound which revealed his liver was enlarged. As I was sitting there I became so broken, worrying about what this meant and how I would deal with him being sick and Alexa’s upcoming surgery. As I sat around waiting for results, getting him hydrated and watching Toy Story, I smiled at him through my tears and prayed. Having to hold him down for IV placement and being wheel chaired from here to there for tests I was quickly thrust into the realities of the hospital world. In the midst of all this, I was also worried about my car which I had hurriedly parked in the fire lane as we arrived many hours ago and to top things off I had lost my keys. I was sure by this point my car was either ticketed, towed or stolen. Thankfully my sweet brother stopped on his way out of work and was able to find my keys and car. The ER Physician came back to tell me not to worry too much as his labs looked good but they still referred us to see hepatologist soon, before Alexa’s surgery, to find out more of what is going on.
As a mom who
has had the proverbial shoe drop, you always live in fear or if not in fear at
least always with the realization that your normal can change in an
instant. To say the least my heart was broken and my spirit crushed. I was weak, worried and
depressed. I wondered how I would find the
strength to get through. All I wanted to
do was lay in bed with my babies and cuddle them forever. I prayed and prayed and prayed some
more. As soon as I woke up I
prayed. When I couldn’t fall asleep I
prayed. As I struggled to take care of
my family’s daily needs and house I prayed.
I decided to look up information on our JW.Org online library about
dealing with emotional distress. I read
many encouraging stories of people who have dealt with severe trials and it
gave me hope. I read the bible accounts
of Jesus and the story of Job, who although suffering continued to say “Let the name of Jehovah continue to be
praised”. (Job 1:21) And let me tell you that although I was worried
about how and if or when I would recover from this major setback I am happy to
say I have. As we have faced many hardships in the past, I know that God is always there but when you are in the
middle of the storm you doubt. Slowly I regained my perspective and a
positive can do but only through God’s strength attitude. I could feel the peace of God spoken about in
the bible calm and comfort my troubled heart.
I can attest to the fact that God’s
word is true – He gave me peace and serenity when I most needed it. I also continue to ask daily for wisdom,
guidance, patience, courage, strength, insight, endurance, more faith and for
his name to continue to be praised through our life. I am so thankful as well for the many
thoughts and prayers and even dinner extended on our behalf from family and
dear friends. And thankful for my wonderful
husband who listens and encourages me as well.
We still have a very big battle to face with Alexa and we are still waiting
to find out what the hepatalogist has to say about Luke’s liver, although I am
hopeful it is nothing of serious concern.
Meanwhile, the nerves still creep up on
me here and there and my stomach gets a sudden sinking feeling when I think too
much about tomorrow. But I am trying to
apply Jesus advice to take one day at time, so when these feelings return I just
keep praying. I know that no matter what,
our God will get us through as he has done time and time again. But for now I am so thankful to experience
God’s tender mercy and care and the truthfulness of the words found in Psalms
34:18 ~ “Jehovah is close to the brokenhearted; He saves
those who are crushed in spirit.” And
that was definitely me last week but now I have been “given power
beyond was it normal” (2 Corinthians 4:7) “for when I am weak I am made
powerful. “ (2 Corinthians 12:10)
