I have thought and thought how to tell you this…and this title kept coming to mind.
I know it is grammatically incorrect.
I know the title is painful to read…but it just makes me laugh and smile and see the brighter side of things…now that I am on this side of things. Let me explain where I went recently.
(Ha! It wasn’t anywhere like this.)
Almost two weeks ago my middle daughter began complaining of neck pain. I felt of her neck after more complaints than normal and felt that her lymph nodes were swollen behind one ear. Dustin wasn’t available that night, so I googled swollen lymph nodes and was relieved to understand that this was a good sign…a sign of the body fighting off some sickness.
So I put on my game face and started giving more fluids than normal and other natural remedies for sicknesses.
Her neck pain got worse so I took her to see my ex-roommate, now Physician’s Assistant, friend. (God bless her especially after all the text message exchanges we had last week!) She administered a strep test (which was negative) and said the lymph nodes were doing their job and we just needed to give it time.
Oh, time…I love you so much.
By Thursday night, these nodes were still super swollen (and painful) and a low grade fever began. I am typically not “that parent” who runs to the pediatricians office, but this was day four of my daughter being in constant pain and now she had a fever, I honestly thought maybe we had a negative on the strep test and we could get an antibiotic and all would be well in the world.
Hallelujah and Amen.
And Dustin even offered to take her to the Pediatrician’s office…so bless his heart, he went and sat among all the sick people and all their germs and their germs’ germs.
And he held our little gal’s hand while she had another strep test and a blood test for mono. He gives the girls strength in situations that involve needles. I just tend to be extremely quiet and sweaty which does not yield any assistance from Mommy when needles are around. I just can’t.
I am sweating now just thinking of the needles.
Anyway, all tests were negative and again we were told there are SO MANY viruses that look like mono and act like it…give it a few more days.
So long story short…we ended up having 72+ hours of me administering ibuprofen or tylenol every three hours around the clock to keep her temperature between 101 and 102 (with medicine). She could not eat ANYTHING for almost that entire time because of her swollen throat (you almost could not see her hangy down thing in the back of her throat…the uvula?).
And one steroid shot on Wednesday afternoon, made the world a better place. By Thursday morning, we had no fever and our appetite began to come back.
And today when she requested Bojangles for lunch, I did not think twice about its fat or grease content. If she wanted to eat it, I would oblige.
But here’s where I went. Until we had this steroid shot, I would look at her suffering, unable to turn her neck, crying from the pain in her throat, trying to sleep but burning with fever and think, “Oh God, please don’t take another child from me! I cannot lose another child. I just can’t.”
That’s where I went.
I remembered those feelings of handing my deceased child to the doctors. Of never seeing a chest rise and fall again. Of coming home empty-handed and staring out the window in stunned thoughtlessness.
And I let fear take me over.
And I was scared. Scared for her life and scared for mine without her.
I realize that I was tired and I had never experienced such sickness for myself or any of our children before this. And I know that some people pull out the “OVERREACTING” card on me.
But to me, it is real. Loss is a real thing. And I can relive it very easily even ten years later.
It happens when I hear of someone else losing a baby or a child. I am so overwhelmed with sadness and brokenhearted that I can hardly function.
And evidently it happens when I am faced with extreme sickness in my own family. Sigh.
Just for the record, I have learned that when I recognize myself “going there”with my thoughts, I try to take them captive. Using Philippians 4:8, I can ask myself, “What is true?” (In this case, my daughter was sick, doctors were not concerned and she would more than likely make a full recovery – even google told me so!) “What is right?” And so forth and so on. ( This is wonderful advice I got from Elizabeth George’s book, Loving God with All Your Mind.)
Then I try to find verses to cling to in the current situation.
I hope by sharing this, you too, will realize when your mind starts taking you “there.” Be careful of “What if” thinking and to focus on what is true…and trust the One who is carrying you each step of the way. And praise Him even in life’s storms.
” Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4:8
“Oh, save your people and bless your heritage!
Be their shepherd and carry them forever.” Psalm 28:9