Here’s an update I posted last week:
“Life changing weekend. Things have sped up: One son will have major surgery tomorrow, and another will most likely be leaving us for an unknown foreign land in 8 or 9 months, instead of a year and a half or more. Wow, life comes atcha fast!”
In two days time, we learned that our son Eric’s bone tumor had come back, hence the pain and the limping. We also learned that our son, Tommy, just younger than Eric, would be leaving on his mission in June, a full year before we’d planned.
This was an announcement that we were excited about, but did not expect. It’s amazing the curve-balls that life will throw at you.
Eric had been limping horribly for a month or so before we went in, but for some reason, the possibility of the tumor coming back never really occurred to me. Dr. Jones scheduled surgery for this past Tuesday, which went well, but now we’re back to the medication every three hours, and hoping that Eric’s leg won’t get infected. Last time, it did, and he had to go in for a second surgery. Not fun. This time, the stitches are smaller, and he’s on antibiotics, which should help a lot.
I can actually feel the prayers that are being offered for us. I can feel us being lifted up.
It’s been a lot easier this time, in a lot of ways. We’ve known basically what to expect, the nurses have been more attentive, we’re more familiar with the process in general. . Sigh. I just hope that there is no recurrence. Eric will be on crutches for 3 or 4 months, at which point we're hoping he will heal completely, with no further complications.
A couple of weeks ago, we went to Aleia’s piano recital, Jeffy’s pack meeting, and parent-teacher conferences all in just a couple of days. We thought our lives were pretty hectic. Then, suddenly, we were faced with the aforementioned recent developments. It’s funny how these types of changes can stop you on a dime, flip you around, and slow you down. Little things, that caused stress, that seemed so monumental at the time, now seem inconsequential. 'Perspective is indeed virtual.'
A couple of weeks ago, we went to Aleia’s piano recital, Jeffy’s pack meeting, and parent-teacher conferences all in just a couple of days. We thought our lives were pretty hectic. Then, suddenly, we were faced with the aforementioned recent developments. It’s funny how these types of changes can stop you on a dime, flip you around, and slow you down. Little things, that caused stress, that seemed so monumental at the time, now seem inconsequential. 'Perspective is indeed virtual.'
