


All in all, I just worry that I won't be able to relax again for another 8 months. I don't think that anyone besides my Lord totally gets the day in and day out anxiety of every night knowing you have to do a minor medical procedure on your child and constant gathering of medical supplies and constant appointments and constantly worrying that every time she cries or shows a weird symptom or new bad behavior that its related to this constant upheaval of her life and ours. Finally just plain being the one to restrain your child who is crying and kicking and screaming to get away and sticking them with a needle several times and feeling horrified not only that you are the one doing it to them but that you get to turn around and do it the next night and the next night and the next night and the next...and that when your baby calls out for someone else instead of you when they are crying you convince yourself it has nothing to do with the psychological trauma of the child associating you with these things...oh that she will at least one day read this blog and know how hard this was for her momma! Anyways, I so have liked being "normal" however I also know deep inside that we do need to keep going. The poor dear walks around the house all day long saying "Itchy!" and laying into her skin with her nails on both her sides and her left thigh where the mole is still the thickest. Apparently the high degree of unbearable itching is one reason many parents choose to have these removed for their children, it wasn't until she could talk that I knew why she was always pulling on her side. Now at least she can tell me it's itchy, that was why we had her checked for a kidney infection once because I noticed her constantly pulling on her side and crying. So if her burden to bear is the actual surgeries and the actual injections than my burden to bear as her Mom is the constant feeling of a broken heart whenever we are in a season of surgery and standing through it all with Christ's strength to get her through to the other side. In a way both those little voices on my shoulder are right. I know it won't be easy, I know the next year will have dark days and tears and moments I will feel like we just can't go on. However the voice that never fails, the voice that is so strong "even the wind and the waves obey him" and the voice that is strong enough to calm my heart will be there to see us through. That is the voice I will turn my ear to and open my heart to. Surgery date is Feb 1. Preop appt is Jan 24 and I will post time of surgery a few days before as always. And as always I appreciate your love and prayers and will leave you with the lyrics to this song: And if Our God is for us, than who could ever stop us













