Cameron's Prayers

"God speaks in the silence of the heart. Listening is the beginning of prayer."

Wednesday was a busy day.

Woke up to wish our oldest child a very happy 16th birthday!

He's a wonderful son. He even let me put a candle in his waffle.

Then I was off for my Heart Echo and Stress tests.

Tom took me.

I don't do well going to the doctor. I'm kind of a mess.

I was nervous - always am.

Anyways, Tom took Jacob and Cameron to the cafeteria while I did my tests.

The ladies that did my test were great. Very friendly and made me feel very comfortable. I will get the results next week.

While I was doing my test Tom called the pediatrician to make an appointment for our 9 mth old Cameron.

Cameron had had a fever for a couple of days, but acting fine. Then at around 2:00 am Wednesday, his fever went to 104.6. He was crying and couldn't eat.

(I nurse him.) You could tell he wanted to eat, but he just couldn't.

I called the emergency pediatrician number and spoke to a doctor.

He told me I could give a little more medicine, but if the fever went over 105 I should take Cam to the ER. Otherwise, make an appointment for the next day.

The little bit more medicine worked and Cam's fever went down.

Tom told me he got a 2:30 appointment.

We went to the store then went home to hang outside in the

beautiful 80 degrees and wait for Sarah to get home.

While we were outside I heard our phone ring. I went in and whoever had called had hung up. I looked at caller ID and saw that it was our pediatrician's office.

I was hoping there had been a cancellation and we could go earlier so I called them back. The receptionist told me that no one had called that she was aware of. I told her how I had hoped it was for an earlier time, but that we'd be there at 2:30. She put me on hold then came back to tell me that we were not down for an appointment in their office. Our appointment had been made for a different office - one much further away. When Tom couldn't find the phone number, he just redialed the one I had called at 2:30 in the morning. That's the emergency number at night and the other office during the day.

So she said she'd call the other office and cancel for me and she had an appointment with Cam's regular doctor at 1:30.

I think a little angel had made our phone ring.

So we took Cameron to the doctor.

They took a blood sample and a urine sample.

Poor little guy.

The urine was fine, but would be sent for culture.

The blood showed a high white blood count.

The highest normal is 11,000. Cameron's was 27,000.

The doctor sent us to the hospital for more tests.

(I would like to note here...don't google symptoms!!!)

At the hospital, we had an x-ray of Cam's chest done, a nasal swab for viruses, and more blood drawn. I tried very hard not to cry through all of this, but I did lose it a little. Especially when the nurse taking his blood said, "Wow that's high!" when she heard his blood count. She even expressed just how high that was when another nurse came in to help.

We left and picked up an antibiotic for Cameron.

They wanted to start one just in case.

I dropped off Tom and Jakey and Sarah at home.

It was Brandon's birthday so Tom wanted to get the grill started.

We were making Chicago Style Hot Dogs. Yum.

I kept Cam with me and went to Sarah's preschool to her conference.

Sarah is an August baby so we aren't sure if we should hold her back or send her to Kindergarten.

Right before walking in, Cam's doctor called. All tests were negative so far.

I would hear more the next day.

On Thursday, Cam's doctor called me in the morning.

Still nothing, but wanted me to come in the next day to check Cam's white blood count again. He was leaving town, so he updated another doctor.

So today is Friday and I took Cameron in.

All tests came back negative, his fever is gone, and his white blood count is back to normal.

God is good :o)

I believe our prayers were heard and answered quickly.

I think God knows I just couldn't handle anymore.

Now I wait for my results and pray they are good too.

Cameron

Cardiologist

"Remember this. When people choose to withdraw far from a fire, the fire continues to give warmth, but they grow cold. When people choose to withdraw far from the light, the light continues to be bright in itself, but they are in the darkness. This is also the case when people withdraw from God."

I met with my Cardiologist.

Tom went with me.

They did an EKG while I was there and checked my oxygen.

My blood pressure was back to where it normally is, so that was good.

I liked my doctor.

He was pretty relaxed about everything and wants to have another Echo done by another tech. This time I will have a stress test done too.

Tom and I felt a bit of relief after this visit.

My Tommy even had tears running down his cheeks when the doctor left the room. My husband is a very strong man and he didn't let me see how worried he has been. These tears were the ones he had been holding in so that I wouldn't get scared. He is my rock here on earth.

So next week I will go have the tests done.

My prayer is that my body is healthy so that I may be a good wife and mother.

I tease Tommy about my talks with God.

My body being made healthy again might be a "sign" that we

should add to our family - if it is God's will.

Tom would prefer I stop having these chats / thoughts :o)

He usually asks me how my bench is looking too.

We do love our children. Each one. Dearly.

Family is the most important "thing" here on earth to me.

I am thankful for what and who God has blessed me with.

Sometimes I read things on Facebook or on the internet that frustrate me.

Today there was an unkind opinion of people I feel I am part of.

There are groups that talk about caring about the health of women.

Possibly saving their lives.

That is all wonderful.

I agree that we should take care of ourselves.

We should take care of others.

And we should help each other out.

But then these groups also believe that life, that is just beginning, is a choice for them to make. How can one pray to God for their life to be healthy and continue to live on - while basically telling God that this other life is their choice? They want to have the right to decide whether or not that other life should continue to live on.
How can one ask for something they are not willing to give?

I don't understand.

Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.

How can one say their life is more precious than another?

At some point our life here on earth will end.

It's going to happen.

What is going to really matter then?

Tuesday

"Faith is not without worry or care, but faith is fear that has said a prayer."

Tuesday.

Tuesday I had my echocardiagram done.

I woke up early enough to help Tom get everyone ready for school then go to mass. Mass was a great way to start my day.

During the Homily, we were told that when we say the Our Father, we need to say it and feel it in our heart.

Since I was praying about my heart, that really stayed with me.

Backtrack - about a year ago a friend of mine asked me if I saw something by the Crucifix that hangs over the altar at our church.

I told her no and from then on I have been staring up there trying to figure out why she asked me that.

Well, on Tuesday, while we were all praying the Our Father, I saw it.

It was amazing!

I know many from my church read this, so I won't say what I saw just yet.

Why? Because I found it even more amazing that I didn't know what I was looking for - and then to hear that I saw what others have seen - made it more "special."

After mass I asked our Monsignor if he could say a blessing over me before I left for my test. He did. I still felt nervous, but better.

I left our church to go home and told God "Thank you."

I went home and sat down by Tommy on our couch.

After a moment, I smiled at Tom and whispered, "I need to tell you something."

He looked at me and I told him about how my friend had asked me awhile ago if I saw anything and how I had been looking ever since.

I told him that I saw it that morning.

Tom looked at me and said, "You saw ______."

I said, "Yes!!!"

I asked him if he had heard about it and he said no, but he had seen the same thing on Sunday while we were at mass. He was feeling very stressed that morning and when he looked up at our Crucifix, he saw the same as I had.

I had goosebumps all over.

I felt such joy.

So I went to my test knowing that God was with me and all would be ok.

But maybe not yet.

I got the call today.

There are some concerns with my heart and I will be seeing a Cardiologist next week. I am trying to stay calm and positive. Trying to not go "numb" so that I can still function as a mother.

I try to remember that this was found by "accident" and that maybe this

is just something I will go through and all will be ok eventually.

I pray for a good doctor.

I pray for him to make the right decisions.

I pray that all will be ok.