A Spring of Joy

We are will hopefully soon be driving home over the mountains and valleys of life. Our 6 am wake-up call was rough. Arriving at UVA they immediately ushered me back for my MRI. She tried using my port for contrast dye but failed, twice. She and I were in tears by the time she was done. She eventually got an IV in my arm involving more tears from us both. It was a tough morning.

We eventually got all the MRI finished and moved on to my next appointment. She is our surgeon’s PA and is amazing. We went over my MRI results which showed no change which is good. And I signed the consent clauses which was terrifying. Brain surgery is no joke! On to the lab for more bloodwork we learned they can’t use bloodwork taken from the same arm as contrast dye was put in (and I only have one arm they can use). So they couldn’t do the labs I needed. We are still waiting on the PA to figure out what to do and hopefully get me into the cancer center here for them to use my port. 

We met with an anesthesiologist who is delightful and kind and helpful. I told Brian, all the people we meet here are so good and kind; all the situations we find ourselves in are just a jumbled mess. I’m weary. We’ve been at the hospital since 6:30 and all I want to do is go home and cry. I’m feeling so broken. Please pray for mercy? That God would open doors for me to get into the cancer center here for blood draws. And that these broken shards of my  heart would grow into something beautiful.