Dear Friends and Family,
We just wanted to let you know that Brody's biopsy came back free of any serious illnesses! With that being said, I will share my experience in the dr.'s office with you.
Last week, after Brody's surgery, the Dr. said his biopsy report would take 5 - 7 days. Since we didn't hear from him before our appointment 9 days later, we were counting on 'no news is good news.' Our car was having a few issues, you know, like billowing smoke from the engine on the side of a busy freeway, no biggie. We were only a few exits from CIMA (the hospital), but for the moment it felt like a million miles away as the cars whirled by us as the time neared rush hour. This has become such a frequent event for us lately, I didn't even panic. That, coupled with my brother's recent supportive conversations, which included understanding God's will for me, and I felt relatively calm as Tom sorted the whole thing out. (I love that my man knows all about cars now, it's just so MANLY.) After we overcame our small obstacle, Brody and I went alone to the appointment and Tom and the girl's went to check into the hotel.
We got to the appointment just a few minutes late, but the Dr. was running late too. He arrived, quite breathlessly, about 15 minutes after we did. We went straight into his office and he pulled out Brody's file. Much to my surprise, his biopsy results were in a sealed envelope, so out went my 'no news is good news notion!' I got a little pit in my stomach, but was still feeling really positive. He opened the envelopes first thing, I felt like I was waiting for the Oscar winner to be named or something, and his highlighter started sketching across the page. His facial expression changed from his usual, down to business look and a shadow of concern and confusion swept across his face. His exacts words were, "Ok. (pause) We do have a surprise. (longer pause.)" And my mind started racing, and my heart started pounding, and I'm subconsciously thinking, "fight or flight," but you can't run or fight with words on paper.
In the last 3 weeks the scenario played through my head a hundred times. Sometimes while I was laying with Brody, with his tiny little face on my lap, smiling up at me with his still so childlike wonder and enthusiasm as he tells me, "I think my calling in life is to be the first paleontologist to discover the Dinocyrus (they've only found the arms so far of what would be the biggest and scariest dinosaur to ever have roamed the earth.) Other times it was less convenient, and I would find myself having a small breakdown to the guard at the entrance of the Reserva Conchal Resort as he asked me, "como estas hoy, Carolina?" He didn't know what he got himself into! I cried and thought to myself, "I'm not good, I'm not good at all. I'm terrified, and worried, and praying my guts out that the Lord's will for Brody, is the same as mine." In any case, I found myself sitting next to Brody, across from the Dr. and waiting for his words to spill out in his Spanglish that would give me some long awaited resolution. "His left tonsil has a Hongo." I did not LOL, but I did LI (laughed inside). Hongo is the term for "fungus." My feet finally hit the ground. My heart soared. I almost started crying right there in the seat, and while in this Latin culture the Dr. probably wouldn't have been the least bit surprised, I held it together for my little dude.
The Dr. explained how he has only seen a fungus in the throat once or twice in his whole career. He has to meet with the pathologist to understand it more, but the treatment will be simple. It's no wonder that Brody had a loss of appetite with a nasty fungus dripping down his throat day in and day out. It explains it all, and in a way that brings me such immense relief and happiness, cloud 9 will be my living space for the foreseeable future. I am so happy that it's not in the plan right now for Brody to suffer. I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for Brody's presence in our home, for his sweet spirit, fantastic imagination, and his appetite for art. Yesterday as we strolled happily through the mall, I saw a beautiful puzzle replicating a famous work of art. I asked Brody if he knew who the creator was, and he replied without hesitation, "that's Van Gogh." I love his unique spirit!
Thanks for the love, meals, e-mails, prayers, phone calls and support we have received from all our friends and family. We love you so much and are eternally grateful for the relationships we have formed all over the world. Van Gogh said, "If you have art, music, and friends, what more could you need?" I say, "if you have family, friends, and sunshine, what more could you need?"
Love to all!