We
also found out yesterday that Cailyn will be having surgery here in a couple of
weeks. Her sleep study showed that she
has been having numerous period of sleep apnea, so her tonsils and adenoids are
on the chopping block, so to speak. They
are deciding which Wednesday (the day for that kind of surgery, I guess) will
be the best for them. Cailyn is
experiencing that confusing mixture of emotions that any venture into the
unknown brings. She is excited at all
the attention, but still a bit scared since she has never been there
before. Sounds like her Dad is trying to
be the rough-tough fire fighter, and her Mom is the all-knowing nurse. I think they are both feeling the same jumble
of emotion that Cailyn is. The doctor’s
office did some blood work yesterday, and she was quite the brave little
trooper. As she held out her arms to
show me her needle puncture sights, she told me, “DadDad, I got a sticker AND
two things from the treasure box AND a stick that I’m going to take home because
I was so brave.” Yes, she really said “stick.” Not sure why it was so significant in her
mind at that moment in time. It sounded
strange to me, too, but I have to admit, I’ve been pretty excited about finding
sticks more than once in my life. It’s
amazing what you can do with a really good stick. Then she got conspiratorial and whispered, I
have to have a surgery. I’m kind of
scared.” I told her, “It’s OK to be
scared. Everybody is a little bit. But you won’t be by yourself and the doctors
will take good care of you.”
Isaiah
26:3 says, “You will keep in perfect
peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you.”
Father,
keep watch over Uncle Jerry and grant him your peace. And give Cailyn the assurance that her family
and her stick will all be there for her through her surgery. Amen.
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