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Jun. 15, 2007
Please pray for Susanna
I drove Susanna to Children's Hospital today so she could see her Pediatric Geneticist in the NeuroFibromatosis (NF) clinic. We wanted to check out a possible cheek tumor. It might be, but was presenting more as a brain tumor. Here are the possibilities for what it is:
1) Plexiform neurofibroma tumor in the cheek
2) Brain tumor
3) Some of the blood vessels in the brain formed in such a way that they have now closed or are closing
4) A viral infection of the nerve sheath
Please be praying that it is the viral infection!
It turns out that she has another potential tumor under her tongue. I was able to see that one. It's possiblities are:
1) Plexiform neurofibroma tumor
2) Abnormal tissue growth (tumor) but not a neurofibroma
3) Clogged saliva gland
Please be praying that she has a clogged saliva gland.
If either or both turns out to be a tumor, the three possiblities presented by the doctor are:
1) Can be surgically removed
2) Does not need to be surgically removed
3) Inoperable
God really blessed me with an enormous amount of peace during the visit, even when I found out the enormous surprise that it might be a brain tumor. I could really feel God with me. The only time I felt a distinct tremble go with me was when the doctor said at the end of the visit, "Remember, we don't know until we get the results from the MRI if the news is going to be devastating." I would have preferred if he would have not used the word "devastating."
I left the office and went back to the car in the parking garage with Susanna. I nursed her there in the car and kissed her over and over and gently played with her hair. Then I spontaneously started singing "It Is Well With My Soul." I'm so glad that I've come to know the hymns so that they can spring forth from me without thought when I need them.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Tho Satan should buffet, tho Trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my hepless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin - O the bliss of this glorious tho't
My sin, not in part, but hte whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll:
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so" - it is well with my soul.
Chorus:
It is well
With my soul
It is well
It is well
With my soul
I sang that over and over again as I got her back into her seat and started out of the parking lot. When I moved into heavy rushhour traffic, I stopped singing for a bit and all of my attention had to focus on the driving. Then, once it evened out just a bit I turned on my iPod to the song "Shout To the Lord" by Darlene Zschech. I turned it way up and sang along with it, first in a firm voice, then in a shaking voice with tears running down my cheeks. Finally, I was crying too hard to sing or drive, so I pulled over and just cried. I called Aaron and shared the news with him. When I was ready, I got back on the road and drove home, listening to a variety of hymns and praise and worship songs and singing along with them.
Shout To The Lord
My Jesus, My Savior
Lord there is none like You
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My Comfort, My Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You
(Chorus)
Shout to the Lord, all the earth
Let us sing. Power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands
Forever I'll love you, forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in YOU!
(chorus)
My Jesus, My Savior
Lord there is none like You
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My Comfort, My Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You
(chorus)
Shout to the Lord, all the earth
Let us sing. Power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands
Forever I'll love you, forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in YOU!
(chorus)
Nothing compares to you
I shout your praise
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to the promise I have in YOU!
Please pray for our sweet little Susanna. Please pass on this prayer request to others. Thank you so much. Lord bless each of you.
Love, Dawn |
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