Eliza (and Melissa) will go into the hospital 10am Monday. Her surgery will be sometime Tuesday morning. We expect it to be early, close to 8 am– they go in order of weight, since all the patients can’t eat that morning, so Eliza is usually toward the top of the list.
We had a great talk with Graham, our surgeon friend in Charlotte, a few nights ago. He was very helpful in explaining exactly what’s likely to happen, so we’ll be better educated before meeting with our surgeons Monday. And everything we’ve learned from other medical friends has been encouraging and helped calm our nerves.
But it’s still major surgery. We know all the tubes and caths and lines they’ll put into E will be doing good work, but it will be scary to see her like that. She’ll be completely out for a day or two, and that’s especially scary for Melissa. Her body will be opened up and vulnerable, and that’s especially scary for Jake.
We’re dreading the recovery period, with lots of hospital days and our family not all being together. We expect short tempers and exhaustion from the boys and from us. We’re grateful to have Grandma & Grampa (Nash) here, and for friends and teammates who are ready to help. We’re ready for it all to be over. But soon it will be.
Today we went on a family hike. The last time we took this same route was the day after E was diagnosed. Our heads were spinning, we hadn’t decided whether to do treatment here or in the States, and we had no idea what the next months– or the rest of our life– looked like. We have gotten almost all good news since then, and we believe that in a few weeks we’ll take that hike again, with a little girl who’s cancer free. A conqueror, because of the power of God and the prayers of his people.
There are two prayer signups set up by sweet friends to make sure we’re being deliberately prayed for through the day of the operation. Pick either one– it might be easy to use this one if you’re in North or South America and this one if you’re in Europe/Africa/Asia/Australia. The time difference means it’s easy for people in the States and similar time zones to handle the night shift for us. Pretty cool how that works.
Thank you as always for praying. We are needy and grateful.
I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.