Scans 9/17/09

Had my scans today...things went very smoothly, at least for me! We won't have results until tomorrow at the earliest, but likely not until Monday. Yes, the wait is killing me. Yes, it's killing Jason. Brady has no idea what's going on, but we let him stay up late tonight so he likes that. I see several weeks of spoiling in his future. Is there a support group for Cancer Brats? :)

This morning, I was reading from the devotional "Streams in the Desert" (which someone gave me as a gift) and the message was about seeing God in everything. And today I did see Him in everything.

I was praying most of the day today (and others were as well) that today would go by quickly for me because the scans weren't until 6:15 PM. Then I got a call around 1:00 asking if I could come in three hours early. What a great way to make the day go by quicker! It's pretty clear to me that was a direct answer to prayer.

When I arrived at the hospital, the technician took me to the prep room, asked me all kinds of questions, and injected the radioactive dye. I had to wait about an hour after that for the dye to run its course, I guess. The technician went in the other room and told me I basically had to sit and wait. He turned the radio on in the prep room, and apologized because he didn't know any of the stations in the area. He fiddled around scanning the stations and landed on one, saying "I hope this is okay"...well it definitely was, it landed on one of our favorite Christian radio stations. One of the first songs played was one of my favorites, by Tenth Avenue North, called "By Your Side"...it was a great reminder to me to stay calm, and that Jesus was right there with me.

After about 1/2 hour in that room, I had to move to a different prep room. I was bored so I stood up and wandered around. Over by the sink in the room was a little note taped on the wall. It wasn't for me, but I read it anyways because I'm nosy. It said, "Smile, you are going to have a great day." and was signed by "Kimmie" and with a smiley face. Many of you know that one of my dear friends is named Kimmie...and to me she's always been Kimmie, not Kim. And Kimmie is praying for me, and I knew she was praying for me right at that moment. Coincidence? I don't think so. Just seeing God in everything...

The tech turned the radio on again during my scan...same station, same songs picked just to keep me calm and still.

And then it was all over and I was sent on my radioactive way. We grabbed a quick dinner (chips and salsa and a coke...the real thing) and picked up Brady from Jim and Ashley's house. We did a little shopping at Kohls and headed home. I had over 70 emails in my inbox when I returned, mostly messages from my friends on Facebook telling me they were praying for me.

This is the part where I get all teary-eyed and take a deep breath.

Brady gave us quite a few laughs tonight as he got his chubby butt stuck behind the couch, blew a zerbert at the little girl at Kohl's who was pointing at him, and wouldn't move from beside my chair until I shared a sizeable helping of my coffee ice cream. Hmmm...coffee ice cream...wonder if it has caffeine? Maybe that's why he wasn't tired?

And now we are back to waiting. Jason is going to call the doctor tomorrow and attempt to find out something. We'll see if it works. My husband has amazing persuasive skills. It's how he first got me to go on a date with him. HA.

Thanks for your prayers..."thanks" doesn't seem like it's good enough, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Love,
Angie