Feelin' a Little Sick to My Stomach

My mom is still in the hospital and she said tonight that the neurologist wants to talk to us together tomorrow morning.  She had an MRI and an EEG today, but the results weren't told to her, so I don't know what to think.  I'm somewhat concerned at this point.  I feel a little sick to my stomach, as I know I don't deal with this kind of stuff very well.  And my father's response is always anger.  But I will try to put it in God's hands, just as I heard it preached yesterday morning.

The service was good and the preaching was better.  We sang songs we used to sing at Calvary, many, many years ago.  It was fun to sing them again - it brought back a lot of memories.  There is no drummer or keyboard player, no guitar and the only music are some tambourines.  The singers are off key a lot, but it really doesn't matter - the sweet spirit of God was in that little church nonetheless.  We prayed for my mom and I felt the power of the Holy Ghost very strong at that time.  I left there feeling very content and at peace.

We went to see my mom in the early evening and she looked good and was doing fine.  Apparently they found out that it's not a blood spot on her brain, and it also wasn't caused by the Mersa.  But what it is, we will find out tomorrow. 

I don't understand why hospitals tell you early on what they think it is then change their mind and say it's something else - sometimes over and over again.  That is really stupid.  When I was very sick about 6 years ago, I ended up in the hospital and at first they said I had congestive heart failure, then they changed that and said I had something else. After running many tests, they finally realized that I had Sepsis - a blood infection.  That's a far cry from congestive heart failure.  They should just wait until they're sure and then tell you and your loved ones what the problem is.  Up until that point, they should just admit that they don't know yet. 

I'll never forget the doctor who I had when I was pregnant with Leah.  During delivery, it went very wrong and they had to call in a specialist and then he was able to deliver Leah.  My doctor, as he was wheeling me to the recovery room, actually apologized to me, that he had me pushing too early.  He admitted that he was wrong and admitted that the baby could have brain damage because of that.  That doctor's character spoke volumes to me and I will always remember his honesty.  How many times can one say that about any human being, much less a doctor?

Well, it's early but it's time for bed.  I'm exhausted as usual, physically and emotionally.  But that's ok.  God always gives me the strength for a brand new day.