Jason reminded me this morning that today is Isaac's three month birthday. My little buddy. I am heartbroken at times when I think about how his life is beginning...
Isaac did not have the biopsy today. He's too sick. During rounds his care team put in orders for a full work-up--all the tests needed to figure out what illness/disease he has now. He received platelets this afternoon and is currently undergoing a blood transfusion. They did a lumbar puncture for spinal fluid to see if he has Meningitis. All the while he still cannot eat. Meaning, he does not even have a feeding tube. He has had formula a total of about 4 weeks of his life.
Another morning of unmet expectations and tears. I think we just keep hoping for a light at the end of the tunnel. We feel trapped in this dual life. There was mention yesterday that we could potentially be in Cleveland until February.
Have you ever listened to a song 100 times and on the 101 time you "got it?" I mean, like a light bulb went off and it finally made sense? I love the artist, Sara Groves. Her music just really gets to me. Anyway, there is this song on her album, Conversations, that I totally "got" on my last trip back to Ohio. I played it over and over and over again.
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Painting Pictures of Egypt
-- Sara Groves --
I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this
CHORUS:
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I've learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned
The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know
BRIDGE:
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
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Our family is no doubt in the desert. We may have a lot of water (and an abundance of pasta), but we're out here. It's very tangible. It's also for a reason. I think I'm going to focus some energy on Exodus and see if I can't learn a thing or two from my Israelite brothers and sisters.
Love to all of you.
Below we are asking for help. Read at your own risk!
Ok, so if you're still reading, thanks a ton. I've told you I'll be honest about our needs. I don't really like asking, but I need to. If you're reading along and don't comment on the blog--TOTALLY FINE. Would you mind dropping us a card in the mail? We haven't received anything in Ohio in about 6 weeks. Hannah loves notes and stickers and I love cards, too. Maybe a funny article from the newspaper, a coupon or a word search maybe a picture of your family or a pet. I don't know. But we don't have visitors and we don't get mail. And it would really help since now we're talking February?! Geesh. I might be celebrating my 30th birthday with Ronald McDonald.
Another need is meals for Jason. Specifically, Tuesdays and Thursdays after 6:15pm or leave it on the front porch. You don't have to call or make plans with us. You can just drop it off. Maybe you don't have time but you're a millionaire. You could send him a giftcard for dinner. Well, you know what I mean.
We are running on empty. These things would mean a great deal to us. We appreciate every email, blog comment, phone call and most importantly, prayer. All of you have been our support since July and we are so thankful. I wish we were going home soon, but it appears we'll be here until Hannah graduates from high school. Thanks for hanging in there with us.