Ninety days have flown by faster than it seems possible.
Annie’s next MRI is this Thursday, the 13th, at 9 am.
It will be a grueling day for her: no breakfast. Checking in and getting yet another hospital bracelet attached to her little wrist. Waiting endlessly in a boring waiting room. An IV. Total anesthesia. A 45-minute scan of her brain while she sleeps, oblivious. Waking up in an anesthesized stupor, hungry, disoriented, and irritable.
She knows something is going on. She knows we’re worried and scared and knows it has something to do with her. She knows the reason we go to the hospital is because something is wrong.
I know that she knows this because I see it in her eyes. She’ll walk into the room and catch us talking about her, and I know that she knows.
I can’t make this go away for her and I can’t stand that.
In a heartbeat, I would take a brain tumor myself to keep her from having to go through this.
I can’t do that. I can’t make it go away.
But God can.
And I believe that He WILL.
I would so appreciate your prayers for Annie this week.