This morning started with a jolt. Denny and I woke up and were reminded that this nightmare is very real. We did get some rest though which was great. I think our bodies knew what is in store and allowed us to rest our swollen red eyes.
As the morning went on, we continued trying to act "normal" with Kayla. I think it was probably pretty obvious that something was up b/c we let her have what ever she wanted and never said no all day. The kid could have asked for the moon and you would have seen me happily plumiting off of my roof to try and grab it. At around lunch time she had a break down. She was sobbing hysterically because we wouldn't let her go roller skating or ice skating (which we stupidly promised her yesterday). We didn't even think about the risk of resporatory infection and how that could delay the important tests and procedures to come. So, we told her she needed to stay home. She just had had it. No fun. No friends & it was all OUR fault. So Den and I just looked at each other and knew it was time to tell her. We of course only told her what she needed to hear. We said that the reason we are keeping her home is to keep her healthy right now. That we heard from the doctors who looked at the pictures of her brain. That the doctors know why she is getting horrible head aches and why she is throwing up. She looked at us so curiously. She is such a smart girl. I quickly said that there is a small bump under her skin (and I touched where it is). I said that the bump is pressing on her nerves which is what is making her so sick. She said, "am I going to have to have surgery?" We told her that the doctors are going to do what they have to do make sure she feels like normal happy Kayla again. We promised her through teary eyes that we won't leave her side. She won't be alone. She did something which we didn't expect. She sat up straight and smiled. All she cared about was hearing that she would feel better. Luckily for her, she is seven. She doesn't know all that we do. The risks and all the other scary things. She just wants to feel better.
On another incredible note:
I just received a call from a dear family friend who has made contact with the surgeon!!! How blessed are we right now to have a connection?!?! Now, we just wait for a call from him and for what is to come on Monday.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Can someone PLEASE make the clock move just a little faster?
Also, I forgot to mention in my first blog, we will not know for a day or two after surgery if the tumor is malignant or benign. All we know is that it is not attached to anything and that it is smooth. Those are two wonderful things which offer us hope.
Night night all. God Bless!