Noah

Yesterday we had Noah's doctor appointment. We went to see Dr. Pardue again about the growth on his arm. I tried to write about it yesterday, but it was just too much to think about. I am usually the one who takes the kids to all the doctor appointments, so I wasn't really nervous. . . until we walked into the room. I am not sure what it was, but I immediately felt like I was going to cry and vomit. I knew they would be doing the biopsy today and I had prayed and prepared my mind for it. So I was shocked that I was so emotional about walking in the door.

Once inside the room, we all sat down and the boys got out their Gameboys. Lyla was "talking" with the nurse (who I must say she was a gift from God!!) and Allen and I were settling into our seats and getting the kids comfortable. We assumed it would be another long visit, so I came prepared with tons of snacks and games. Noah got his Gameboy from the bag and ran and tried to jump up on the big table. He put his games down and right away pulled up his sleeve for the nurse to check. Funny, because she wasn't even ready to look at it. She was just asking us some questions and getting the equipment ready. Allen and I just giggled and were happy that he was so anxious. If only he knew what was coming, I don't think he would have been so kind to show his arm. She looked at it and then asked for the medicine he had used for the last month. She then said her and Dr. Pardue would be back in just a second. Crazy enough, they both walked in the door less than a minute later. . . that never happens at a doctor's office. I was impressed.

Well, he looked at it and quietly said that we must move on to the biopsy. My heart sank. I tried so hard not to cry and Allen could see that I was getting emotional, so he asked if I wanted him to stay with Noah during the whole thing. Strangely, I answer with a very swift, "YES!" So after about 20 minutes of the gel on his arm, which was suppose to numb it so they could give him a numbing shot, Asher, Lyla and I moved a few doors down the hall so the could get him ready for the doctor. That was the longest 10 minutes ever!!

I could hear Noah crying and screaming. I was pacing the room and praying that Allen was being comforting. (Mama's are just so much better at that than Dads. lol) Asher was playing Spiderman and was in another world. I am grateful that he didn't notice anything was happening. He is my little "mother hen" and gets so upset when his siblings are hurting. So he was content and oblivious to all things, except Spiderman. I was hold Lyla and making some small chit chat with another nurse. She was trying to be helpful, but I could careless what she was saying. I had other things to be listening for.

But, soon I couldn't take it and I walked back into Noah's room. They were almost done and he was picking out which Cars sticker he wanted. He was so excited about the stickers I think his arm was the last of his worries now. Praise God for small blessings! A few minutes later, Dr. Pardue came back in and got the tissue sample and was stitching him up before I even knew they had started. It was awesome! After he was bandaged up and sitting calmly, Dr. Pardue came over and hugged me and said he would have results with the next 5-7 days. If we haven't heard from him by next Wednesday (the 20th) then we are to call them for the results.

Really, what is a person to do for a whole week?? A week??? Goodness, that is insane. lol I wanna know NOW. I suppose this is another way for the Lord to teach me patience. So for now we just sit back and wait to hear what they have found. I think I am more excited to have answers than worried about the actual answers. We just need to find out what is happening with our little Noah.

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