FINALLY !! Some good news !

Last week was the one that almost got us down - me and my son that is, as we fight our way through this situation he finds himself in, with only me as his trusty sidekick.  (Poor guy, he sure drew the short straw on that one.)

It was Thursday, clinic day, and we were all geared up for some test results.  These were important tests, not just "how ya doin ?" baloney.

But the clinic somehow didn't follow up on the doctor's faxed orders, the lab didn't run the right tests, or someone, somewhere in the galaxy dropped the proverbial ball.  In any case, after a week of edgy anticipation (I know, I know, we are not supposed to be "anxious" over anything, but sometimes that is easier said than done) the clinic visit was at hand ... but alas, the results were not.

I thought K. was going to blow a gasket, and I was ready to do a parallel blowout myself.  Even the doctor could not quite mask his frustration over the whole thing.  So we dragged home discouraged and were told they would draw blood again the next day, and we would get some results this week.

Fast forward to Tuesday  - and after days of nerves, and trying to stay steady and calm, and just keep breathing in and breathing out - we got a phone call from the doctor - two days before the week was up.

BOTH test results were marked improvements!  Oh, and guess what else, it was K.'s birthday, and it was the best birthday present he could possibly have received.

Oh sure, I baked a cake, and made another favorite dessert of his, cooked him his favorite dinner, and invited his best friend over for dinner to help cheer him up.  But moms can only do so much, and on this front, I was coming up more than a little short. Note to self:  doubling-down on desserts will not cut misery in half.

And then the blessed phone call.  Color us both grinning from ear to ear for the rest of the day - and at last "happy birthday" greetings did not ring quite so hollow.  His class called and sang happy birthday to him over the phone.  A colleague stopped by with a card and to visit.

Family members called with greetings and good wishes.  Nieces and nephews also called and sang to him.  All good stuff.  But nothing quite so wonderful as those test results.

He has been bed fast for almost three months now since the surgery, and we are not home free quite yet.  But we are thankful, thankful, thankful, that this week there was finally some good news.

What a wonderful birthday present.  :)  AND he was allowed to sit up for about 15 minutes for the first time in months.  Yea !

Thank you each and every one for your thoughts and prayers these past weeks.  Blessings to you - until next time ... Marsha

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but longing fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12