How fun are packages?!
The kids and I gleefully, bounce back into the house without checking the mail to rip open the surprise that awaits us.
I notice it is from a dear friend from high school. Fortunately we are back in connection with each other and share the most amazing emotional bond right now that I never would have thought was possible. Unfortunately it is seizures that made us reconnect. I have always said God has a plan for this beast he has given us, and I truly believe reconnecting with Joanna and her family is one part in his ultimate plan.
Before I can peer into the box and see what magic awaits, the card falls out so I read that first. I then dive into the box with a face full of tears.
I see the most beautiful plush pig. Jake instantly grabs him, kisses him, and introduces him to "Woody!"
I will paraphrase the awesome card that accompanied Hamlet, as I know Joanna would surely hire a hit man to take care of me, if I even remotely quoted her.
Hamlet was Joanna's as a baby.
He is 30 years old.
Joanna gave him to her son when he was born.
Hamlet has accompanied Joanna in many trials, tests, and surgeries in her life. He also was bedside with one of her friends as she underwent Chemo for Hodgkin's disease.
Joanna is tumor and seizure free and her friend is cancer free.
Joanna's son says Hamlet makes him "brave."
He told his mommy that he wanted Hamlet to stay with Jake and make him better.
So we now have dear Hamlet the Protective Pig on loan in hopes that he will make Jake better.
We are on the eve of Jake's surgery.
We were just loaded up in the car to take Addison to soccer practice.
I just buckled Jake in and "IT" happened......
his eyes rolled back
his arms jetted out
his legs shot
his feet turned inward
and the grunting began
I watch and time "it" for a couple minutes without it subsiding.
I decide to unbuckle him, and carry him inside.
I call for Addi to follow me and to bring my purse that I had just loaded with the "butt medicine" to take to practice
I think "it" is lessening so I decide not to inject the Diastat that I have already prepped.....
6 minutes and we are still not "fully" done.
I am panicking, then, finally it happens, Jake lets out a smaller groan, and is finally responsive to my nails on the arch of his feet.
His is now postitcal, with the pig, next to me, as I type.
Please pray for the surgeons tomorrow. Please pray for our strength, please pray for the success of the VNS (Vegas Nerve Stimulator.)
And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
God Bless~ Christine