Yes, I’m starting to think I watch too much tv. However I gave up on The Hills when LC left and there’s nothing really on television right now, so whatever – everyone needs a little catch up. Why in the heck is Audrina talking to Justin Bobby? Enough of that.
Well, I’m here at Annual Conference. Mom and I are living it up in the nice hotel room while Dad and Josh are sleeping outside to raise money for the Central Conference Pension Initiative. Funny. I had originally promised that I would spend at least one night outside in solidarity but since I’m only here one night, might as well enjoy the hotel room! I did help make the posters and construct Josh’s gurt. Probably spelled that wrong. If I had a camera I would take you a picture but I totally can’t describe it.
Love, love, loved eating some good bar-b-que with the section 316 folks. It’s good to break into conference with some love and fellowship and church because we are each other’s church. We’re each other’s community and it’s good to know that and feel that and trust that. I hope people take advantage of the tent city and sharing meals and sitting with and getting to know new folks because it’s so important to step out of our little boxes and get to know each other and ways other than that superficial. We have prayer requests that go out over the conference email list but really knowing each other takes a bit more than just sitting through business once a year. I’m glad that that’s not all that Christian conferencing is and I’m real glad that we can have a little fun and real relationship here.
So as I watched Josh build his hexayurt or whatever the heck it’s called, I saw I missed a call and listened to a voicemail from the neurosurgeon. He’s on vacation this week but had received the MRI and functional MRI results. He gave me his cell number and I called him back and talked with him and let me tell you – that was so good. To call and talk to not an operator or someone taking my information or just doing a courtesy call, but to the real, live doctor that’s going to be taking out this tumor. He said that the tumor is right beside the motor cortex but it has not invaded it. I’m telling you I was thinking about the matrix and those yucky bug looking things that try to break into the ship and I’m thinking heck yeah go motor cortex don’t let that yucky stuff get in there, but that’s my weird brain for you.
Anyway, he said that he should be able to get most of it and that should be the main tricky part – the posterior deep lateral part – whatever that means but those are the area to pray for great precision. Another prayer would be that he said we can hope that under the microscope it will be obvious what the bad brain matter is and what the good brain matter is based on how they look. So may that be crystal clear – maybe not matrix like yucky stuff, but nevertheless clear. He said that there is a small chance of some side effects and potential harm, but that the hope of getting it all out is far outweighs the bad potential so I’m good with that. He again said what they told me about the one night in neurointensive care and then 3-5 days after that but he (and this is why I like him) leaned more towards the 3 days. His hope was that in 2-3 weeks I’d be getting my energy back and would be ready to rock and roll and that they could then monitor things by MRI. The pathologists won’t fully get anything back about what the tumor is, etc. for about 2-3 weeks so hopefully as I start to feel better we can then find out what the heck this whole thing was.
I felt a gazillion times better after talking to him. Hugely. He said that he would answer any questions I had on Friday as well – gosh, it’s nice to be able to ask questions. I feel better. Or maybe that’s the smell from the sharpie markers that we used to make signs for the Central Conference Pension Initiative. Either way – I feel like giving my brain a high five for keeping the tumor from invading certain parts and I can feel the prayers around me.
Prayers for all of the many people wrestling with stuff right now – whether that be next steps, destinations, or unsettling news. May we each have the good sense not to go it alone and the community of support around us to carry us home.