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Monday, May 11, 2009

Just so ya know….Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis = Posterior Spinal Fusion

You may have noticed the absence of my posting and the absence of my commenting. It isn’t because of a lack of interest, I simple have been totally wrapped up in the overwhelming process you face when you get ready for a beloved child to face a major surgery.

 

The DD was diagnosed with Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis in January of this past year. Her surgery is in a few days and I find myself in the midst of unfamiliar territory. I have had numerous surgical procedures in my lifetime, however none of these procedures has impacted me the way this has.

 

As a mother and I know I am preaching to the choir for the most part, but the idea of something this major, this complicated and this intensive being done to my DD is frightening (even thought it is necessary) it still doesn’t not make it any less overwhelming.

 

I have spent the last few days scouring my bible for all my favorite verses so that I may wrap myself in the word and use that as ammunition for when those moments of fear wash over me.

 

I have to be very honest and share that when I look into her sweet beautiful face ( I have to brag a bit and say she now looks like a super model with her new smile) I want to put my back on the operating table and take all the implants, screws, rods and stitches for her, but I know that all I can do is pray, wait and make all the necessary preparations.

 

Now I know that when I say “all I can do is pray” I recognize what a huge understatement that really is. I know that the most powerful and important thing that I can do for my child is to continually cover her in prayer.

 

The surgery will be long (for me) and the time in the hospital will be difficult I am sure and the recovery time will have it’s ups and downs as most recovery does.

 

I share all of this to let you know that I am not gone forever but simple otherwise occupied with important motherly duties and concers.

 

I will post when I can and in my down times at the hospital I will try to visit a blog or two.

 

So keep me in your blogroll and I’ll be back soon.

 

If you would like to check in on the DD recovery you can click here.

 

I have established a CarePage for her so that her friends, family and church family can keep up with what is going on. To set up an account with CarePages is a simple matter of registering your email user name and a password and you will receive email notices if you choose with my posted updates on the DD progress.

 

Blessings

Robin

5 comments:

skoots1mom said...

been there, registered...we're ready! will be holding her up with everything we've got...and He'll handle it ALL!

skoots1mom said...

Psalm 94:18-19 out of the New English Translation:

If I say, "My foot is slipping," Your loyal love, O Lord, supports me. When worries threaten to overwhelm me, Your soothing touch makes me HAPPY."
In case you haven't been to LPM's blog today:

If perchance worries are threatening to overwhelm you this Monday morning, I pray that You will sense His soothing touch...and it will make you purely happy. Maybe even giddy. We could use some giddy today.

I love you, Siestas. Take heart! Jesus has overcome the world!

(Beth always has an uplifting word on the days we need it!!!)

Granny on the Web said...

Love and prayers down the air-waves to you all.
It is harrowing to see your child undergoing anything that hurts them. With having had five children, I have had my share of hospital stays. Prayer is a wonderful weapon to dispel the worry. I found my way to Jesus, going through one such episode.
Love Granny

Terri Tiffany said...

I know God will see you through all your fears as he does mine! I will be praying for you and your DD and family!!!

skoots1mom said...

http://imalazymom.blogspot.com/2009/05/installing-husband.html

go here...it's funny!!

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