So, within the last 14 days we've gotten a puppy (Molly) that Grace just adores. -As a matter of fact, Grace and Molly take turns running through the house chasing each other with screams (or puppy barks) or joy. This dog has somehow taken Grace out of her 'shell of silence' and it's great... ..for the first ten hours of each day. After awhile, the craziness gets a little old. Perhaps it is in preparation for this:
(If you don't quite understand, click on the photos to see them full size, and read Grace's shirt..)
This is a very happy thing for us.
In the past 14 days, we have also learned that it is becoming more and more imperative that Grace gets her tonsils and adenoids out soon. This surgery is now scheduled for this Friday morning at Metro Health Hospital. This makes us nervous, but confident it well help Grace breath better.
In the past 14 days we've also learned that the pediatric pulmonolgist wants Grace tested to rule out Cystic Fibrosis. This is one of those "disbelief" moments. Praying for deliverance and a clean bill of health, the earliest we can get in to DeVos Children's lab for this test is June 20th.. (Which leaves me with a "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME?!) -No. It's true. Not until the 20th.. So we (I) get to dwell on this for the next 25 or so days.. Grace gets an extra ration of hugs lately..
Also. in the past 14 days (4 days) my Bud, 'Tyler' died; presumably from a massive heart attack while at our church for a missions fundraiser. I am at a mix of emotions about this.
Tyler was one of those "undie-able" types. He was as transparent as anyone could get. His heart was pure and on fire for Jesus Christ. He was the kind of friend that, you could go for weeks without seeing him, and then bump into him and talk like it was just moments ago that you just spoke with him.
Tyler was an accountability partner, friend, brother, father, husband, elder, ect, ect, ect... It sucks because there were 'more discussions to be had'. I am jealous that he is gone. I can't believe that he is gone... The morning after he died, I found myself in church crying unstoppably with chest-heaving sobs of tears. Remember when you were a kid and cried so hard you could hardly breath? -Somehow, that was where I had found myself. -I want to call him a turd for leaving us.
Although childish, I am jealous that God called Tyler back home while leaving the rest of us here. Tyler resembled Jesus (with glasses). Perhaps that's why I loved him so much. ..WHAT IS GRACE GOING TO DO now that each Sunday Tyler isn't there to scoop her up and smother her with hugs?? -I once made a joke one Sunday that 'Grace never makes it past 25 steps before someone picks her up at church'. I counted her steps; 1, through -21, 22, and before I got to 23, there was Tyler.. scooping her up.
I don't have that many "friends" that I know I could unconditionally spill my guts to, and they'd be there through thick-and-thin... Now, I'm down one more. I am rejoicing that he's in Heaven with his Savior, but selfishly, it breaks my heart.
At work we deal with death and dying on a clinical case-by-case basis. Most of the time we kindive know what to expect by the case presentation and what we can do. Unexpected loss always hits in a weird way. Especially when it's someone you expect to always be there.
A Weeks of ups and downs...
-Ch