Trials Come in Clumps

We have had quite the couple of weeks! All is well now and we made it through in one piece!

On Christmas day I thought it would be fun to wrap up a present of a little baby and let the boys open it to let them know we were having a new addition to our family. Saying they were excited is an understatement. From the time I told them, until the time I miscarried on the 29th of December, they were talking nonstop about the baby and asked me every 10 seconds to “see the baby” and wanted to get it a look at my expanding belly!  This pregnancy felt different than the others, though, and the whole time it felt like something wasn’t right. The day before I miscarried I went to the doctor and actually got to hear the baby’s heart beat and have an ultrasound. I was about seven weeks along.

Before this happened, Bryan had been doing some follow-up appointments with his doctors for his thyroid cancer, which he has to do yearly to make sure nothing comes back. His scan was clear, but his thyroglobulin level wasn’t where it was supposed to be, and then when they did an MRI on his neck they found a growth on a lymph node. He talked to several doctors and we finally decided on doing a biopsy. What’s crazy is Bryan used to get awards for never missing a day in school, and never had a health issue, (other than the self-inflicted skateboarding injuries), before we was married. Last week he had three different appointments for different things, one of which he now will be having surgery for because of some scar tissue buildup from a skateboarding injury back when he was a sponsored skateboarder over 15 years ago!

During that week of appointments, Ethan came down with the flu the second day back to school. Ethan is a skinny boy and has always struggled to stay on track with normal weight for his age and height. (This is getting longer than I had planned), but in summary he couldn’t keep anything down, even sips of water I was giving him every 5-15 minutes and he was showing signs of dehydration. He ended up back at the hospital on outpatient observance while they gave him an IV. Because this had just happened in April and he ended up in the hospital as well, they wanted to do some blood work and check some things, which so far all look great, but they do want to double check his weight and urinary acids to make sure he still doesn’t show as chronically malnourished. The poor guy got poked with needles about 5 times, not to mention the original IV that they couldn’t get in because he was so dehydrated. He was a brave kid, and originally he was excited to go back because he remembered all the popsicles he was allowed to have and the blanket and toy they sent him home with! Before Ethan got sick, the bishopric of our church called Bryan and asked if we could give talks in church that coming Sunday. We have been in this new ward for seven months and hadn’t been asked yet, so after being given the topic of, “Gratitude in Our Trials.” we ended up writing our talks while hanging out with Ethan in the hospital.

We should have taken a picture before his IV.  Here his cheeks look nice and rosy, but before he was so pale!

Back to Bryan....I really think he should blog his Seinfeld-like day of doctor’s appointments, because it really is a funny story, but for now I will just let you know the end results. His biopsy was painful and mostly just grossed him out because he could feel them searching around his neck with the needle and then he could look up on the monitor and see it with the ultrasound. The growth was so hard, they couldn’t even get a sample, even after the doctor was seriously using all his muscle to push on it with the needle. I guess for now it’s good news because his doctor thinks we should just watch it, and that it may just be some calcification from his original surgery when they removed his thyroid. Other than the surgery he has scheduled for the end of this month to remove scar tissue from his urinary tract and his recovery time for that.......we are doing well! I am really actually grateful for the opportunity we had to prepare and give talks at church, especially on the topic we were assigned. Maybe that’s what helped me keep a better attitude, as I realized we have so many blessings, and I feel there are so many people that go through so much more than we ever have. I am truly grateful for all the trials that have come into our life, because I know that they help us grow and become better people.


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