Followup

Well, it's getting to be that time again. Check up's check up's check up's!! In fact, this is a busy week, so I have lots to blog about. First I will open with a prayer request. On Tuesday we go back for Ty's first MRI since his last surgery in August. In my heart I know everything will be fine, but I just need to hear the doctor say this so I can start to put this behind me, as I mentioned in my last blog. I am ready to move on and move forward, but I need to hear the words " he is healed" at least one more time, if not 10000 times. I just pray that this will be the case and that the entire tumor is completely gone, no remains...please God give us this reassurance. My little monkey told me this morning, after he was telling me he wanted to stay home, that his head hurt!! Oh please don't let him start using this as an out!! No more headaches. For the first time however, I truly believed this time was for attention. It was ironic however because of where my thoughts were last night. Casey teaches several outdoor classes and there are certain times of year that he takes trips on the weekends with his class, this weekend being one of them. As he was packing, I thought back to his last trip in late February. At that point, Ty was complaining of a headache every day, however, with no other signs recognizable to anyone other than me, everone believed he was "faking".  I dreaded Casey leaving. Me being with him the entire weekend meant he was going to complain of a headache all weekend and I was going to be full of worry because that is what he did when he was with me. I went to College Station to be with my sister and the kids and on Friday night, my parents were out of town, so I decided to stay at their house and we decided to have a sleepover with the kids. Ty and Cole and I slept in mom and dad's bed. About 3 in the morning, Ty woke up screaming for his cousin Emma. I took him in the other room to settle him down and then he began grabbing his head repeatedly crying that his head was hurting. (Whether the screaming was making his head hurt or he was screaming because it hurt, I'll never know) I was crying out of frustration trying to get him to calm down, yet angry that he was not obeying me. After about 2 hours he finally went to sleep, but I remember being so frustrated. The next morning we woke up and Ty woke up in a good mood because we were all going to the park, however, that ended quickly though. Before we left, he was very tired and his head hurt again. By the time we got to the park, he perked up, but looking back, not himself.  Same song and dance the remaining weekend. Looking back on it, I have so much guilt that I didn't just take him right then and demand an MRI, but I told myself that I was wrong and everyone else was right. I cried last night for the first time in a long time thinking about it because it really was such a bad weekend and I still feel guilty, however, it wasn't long after that the tumor was discovered.  Sunday will be his 3rd birthday and I have never been more excited about anything in my life. We are so truly blessed to have him and even more blessed that we are able to celebrate his 3rd year of life. You never truly realize how precious life is until something like this hits you right in the face. Everything happens for a reason and God has such a perfect plan for our life and I am embracing life so much more now than ever before because it is just too short to live it in fear and worry. Thank you God for all of your many blessings and thank you for your mighty power.