After the PET scan results, we were all on high alert about what the nodules on my mom’s lungs could be. We knew what the worst case scenario was, and we were on our knees in prayer that we wouldn’t be headed down that path again.
I couldn’t take off of work, nor was I certain it was safe to be around my mom after COVID hit our house, so my dad took her. This made me nervous from jump because I know how he drives, how much of a behind he can be, and how much support my mom would need, but not get. I had hoped my brother would step in here, but I guess he couldn’t get off either.
My mom let me know when they were making the journey downtown. She was nervous, as was I.
I swore I blinked and they made it down there. This was not expected because…I know how my dad drives. I guess he was not messing around this day.
My mom was checked in, and soon after, getting prepped. She listed me as the person who would get updates, so I turned the volume up on my phone to ensure I didn’t miss any notifications. It took some time for the procedure to start, but I finally got the notification that it did. Now… we wait!
It felt like all eternity! I eventually got another text that things were going as expected during the bronchoscopy. Say that five times fast! It felt like a lot of time had passed again and I had to check to see if my dad heard anything. He had not, but I guess I did not realize exactly how long it would take. Eventually, I got the text that she was in the recovery area. Soon after, my mom also texted me that she was out. She was alert, and just had a sore throat and cough. It was to be expected for the next few days.
It took a couple more hours, but she was released, and they were on their way home. I FaceTimed with her for a bit on the way home. She was in good spirits, despite the annoying cough and painful throat. I told her to spare her voice and call her son. I figured, she could get some face time in with him before she had to retire her voice for the night.
She got home and settled. We were all happy that part was done, but there we were again…awaiting another pathology.
We know all things will work out according to His purpose and plan, and we are praying for the best possible outcome here.
#LordHearOurPrayer
