The wife actually had two doctor's appointments yesterday - the first one, at 3:15pm, was for the ultrasound and the second, at 4:30pm, was for a regular OB visit. Seems strange to have two visits back to back but its the way it is.
I met the wife at the doctor's office for the 3:15 ultrasound. We had a new technician who was very nice but didn't seem quite as skilled as the last one. This time around, they were not doing the in-depth "let's-see-what-we-have-here" but were instead just monitoring growth.
Our regular doctor was with another patient so one of the other doctors in the practice came in to review the ultrasound findings with us. I recognized his name as one of the other doctors who had come highly recommended by a number of disparate sources so I was interested to meet him.
He was wonderful and kind and complimentary. He assured us that Annabelle was growing well but his main concern was the appearance of an ovarian cyst.
He said he would confer with Dr Cousins (our regular doctor at the practice) but that he was sure Dr. Cousins would want us to get an MRI to determine if the cyst was benign or malignant (cancer).
That appointment being over, I had to get back to the office to meet with clients and Holly went on to her OB appointment with Dr. Cousins.
After the appointment, the Holly called to say that the Doc wants her to get an MRI right away. They couldn't schedule one yesterday because the scheduling folks had already gone home so we expect to hear from them today.
I laid awake half the night alternating prayers for Annabelle then for Holly and back again.
Under any other circumstances, we could probably take this sort of thing in stride but we are pretty frazzled right now and to have the Doc use the "C" word really set us back on our heels.
A number of times last night the wife would roll over and sleepily say "I don't want to have a cyst".
I have a number of strong feelings about it all but I am trying to restrain myself. I think if God were to walk through the door this morning I would have to jam my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out and trying to choke him.
No, I am not losing faith, and no, I am not losing hope . . . .
I guess I am losing patience . . . . .
Please pray.
Updates to follow as we get them . . .
I met the wife at the doctor's office for the 3:15 ultrasound. We had a new technician who was very nice but didn't seem quite as skilled as the last one. This time around, they were not doing the in-depth "let's-see-what-we-have-here" but were instead just monitoring growth.
Our regular doctor was with another patient so one of the other doctors in the practice came in to review the ultrasound findings with us. I recognized his name as one of the other doctors who had come highly recommended by a number of disparate sources so I was interested to meet him.
He was wonderful and kind and complimentary. He assured us that Annabelle was growing well but his main concern was the appearance of an ovarian cyst.
He said he would confer with Dr Cousins (our regular doctor at the practice) but that he was sure Dr. Cousins would want us to get an MRI to determine if the cyst was benign or malignant (cancer).
That appointment being over, I had to get back to the office to meet with clients and Holly went on to her OB appointment with Dr. Cousins.
After the appointment, the Holly called to say that the Doc wants her to get an MRI right away. They couldn't schedule one yesterday because the scheduling folks had already gone home so we expect to hear from them today.
I laid awake half the night alternating prayers for Annabelle then for Holly and back again.
Under any other circumstances, we could probably take this sort of thing in stride but we are pretty frazzled right now and to have the Doc use the "C" word really set us back on our heels.
A number of times last night the wife would roll over and sleepily say "I don't want to have a cyst".
I have a number of strong feelings about it all but I am trying to restrain myself. I think if God were to walk through the door this morning I would have to jam my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out and trying to choke him.
No, I am not losing faith, and no, I am not losing hope . . . .
I guess I am losing patience . . . . .
Please pray.
Updates to follow as we get them . . .
UPDATE:
The next ultrasound is Friday, June 27th, 8am . . .
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Been there, know the feeling, its like being on a battle ship surrounded by thick fog and the cannon balls just keep coming from all directions. Your pissed, hurt, confused and nothing makes sense. You are desperate to cover your loved ones. They suffer, they are afraid and you just want so bad in a tangible way to fight back and gain some kind of control of the situation. And all along you are saying "Where are you!?"
All I can say is find the secret place in the Lord. It is a skill set we thought we understood until we are so deep in the fire that our usual intellectual, emotional and spiritual responses don't seem to be changing anything externally or internally.
But that secret hiding place does exist, no one on earth could locate if for me. It has to be accessed deep within and permitted some form of manifestation. There are the seeds of hope, peace and trusting love within you, specifically for this hour. Purposely planted for this season, as He has gone before you Matt. I pray and believe they bear fruit in this hour for you my brother, even if the fruit cannot be understood but indeed felt. I pray release of the breath of God to bring you refreshment now. I stand with you in agreement for HIS Covering as you pass through this valley and pass you will. And I agree with Heaven for His Anointing for healing on your entire family. We stand firm and crush the assignments of our enemy against you in this hour with the power of the blood of the Lamb.
May His Grace Increase!
-Travis
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