It's amazing how some things are burned into your memory. Yesterday, we took Selena to see the plastic surgeon for her hemangioma check. I used to volunteer as a play counselor in a children's hospital, and some of the memories I have of that place came flooding back. Although it wasn't the same hospital, there were the same brightly colored walls with animal murals. There was a beautiful wall waterfall. Selena was mesmerized as countless children have been and will be.
We walked past the critical care unit, oncology, nephrology, and even neurosurgery. I had to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that we were only passing these places. I remember ten years ago, walking the oncology floors, a sweet toddler nestled in my arms. She was a very sick girl. I can't remember her name, but I remember her big brown eyes. I remember the thinness of her arms.
I felt thankful yesterday as Mr.S opened the doors of the plastic surgery department. We don't know what the future holds for any of us, but for now -- I thank God for health.
We were told that our little Lena needs an MRI. Her hemangiomas are already fading on her shoulder, but there may be some under the surface. We are still praying that there will be no need of surgery, and the surgeon confessed that she is loathe to operate. It would leave a nasty scar, and she seems to have full range of motion and no pain etc. But we have to be sure. So pray for our girl as she will have to be sedated for the test. Okay, maybe it is the daddy and mommy that need the most prayer!
I am thankful for our little trip to the children's hospital. It reminded me not to forget those parents and children who are living daily horror. It is so easy in the joys and busyness of life to forget. I don't want to forget.