Yesterday we found out that I passed the tissue type! I add an exclamation point because this is what we wanted . . . what we prayed for . . . right?? Well I think an experience with McCady last night kind of summed up my feelings on the whole situation.
At dinner Ward asked McCady to bless the food. “Remember to thank Heavenly Father for helping Mommy be the right tissue type.” She said a very cute prayer and after she was done said, “I’m so glad you passed Mommy!” (Like it was a huge exam or something) Ward hugged her and then said, “It’s so good, huh, now Mommy can start her treatments again.”
The look of pure horror that crossed across her face was similar to what was in my heart. She tried to smile, several times, but failed and didn’t say anything. She just seemed to be thinking—You’ve got to be kidding me! That’s what we were praying for?!?
I know how she feels. This is what we wanted. We wanted the treatment and we’ll take all the stuff that comes along with it—the separation, travel to Denver, the bouncing from house to house, craziness the treatment causes, the sick Mommy in bed, the Daddy stressed about everything, the kind people who do so much for us, the blessings poured out from heaven—because that’s where the hope lies. I’m so grateful, and trying not to be mixed. So relieved that I qualify and so apprehensive about what the next few months hold. I’m so grateful for you all—for my family and friends who remember me in prayer and thought no matter your beliefs—no matter how busy you are. I love you all!
Ward’s mom said the other day. You guys are really intense. But it seems like it’s just for a few days and then everything seems better. I’m grateful for that too. A few days here and there, intermingled with such an amazing life . . . I’ll take that, any day.
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