We got the preliminary results from the investigation into April's spleen yesterday. The spleen now lives at Methodist hospital in Houston with the top specialist in the world on that sort of thing. Sounds like it is some kind of autoimmune disease disorder. A.D.D. Hmm. Isn't that one of those labels they give kids when they are crazy wild? Maybe not. In this one the white blood cells are attacking the red blood cells. Some kids just can't play nice. If the diagnosis is confirmed, they said it really shouldn't be all that life-altering for April. The one thing she remembers them saying is that she might develop arthritis. OK. So might anybody who lives to be older than ten or eleven. They also said this disease was probably the cause of the initial blood clot she had back when she was eighteen. Interesting. It is better to know something, though, than just to live as the "Mystery Ailment Girl."
Oh. And did I mention that they let her go home last night? They pumped her full of immunizations for just about everything they could think of and wheeled her out the door. She still has quite the road to recovery, but she was pretty happy to get out of the hospital. Not to mention the evident happiness in her husband. Nathan spent the night before her release at home so he could get the house cleaned and a bedroom set up on the first floor so she wouldn't have to climb the stairs just yet. And he followed the occupational therapist's directions to a Tee – lamp by the side of the bed, plenty of room to maneuver. He even got fresh batteries for the TV remote. Now that's thinking like a man. And Cailyn was positively giddy. Mommy and Daddy did a FaceBook video chat with her in the morning to tell her they were coming home. She was in a dither the rest of the day. Of course with all the paperwork and stops at the pharmacy they didn't get home until the afternoon, so she was very worked up when we finally loaded up her stuff. Some of April's friends "decorated" the yard with streamers in the trees and a sign on the house. So when we drove up Cailyn shouted, "It's a party at my house." Party indeed. Mommy's home.
Isaiah 58:9-11 says, "If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail."
Father, thank you for walking with April through this ordeal. I know it's not over yet, but being home makes a big difference. Amen.
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