Here we are 3 months after my last post. I think I mentioned before that my spirit seemed frozen in time since September when a doctor told us Bryce’s heart health was headed in the wrong direction. That feeling of being suspended in mid-air never went away until 2 days ago . . . we had a crash landing and the plane is on fire, but thankfully everyone has survived. There are worse things.
I’ve been in a state of POUTING for several months now. An adult version of stamping my feet on the ground and demanding a recount. I think I’m over that tantrum now, though, because something much more important than my feelings and my dreams has taken over.
That’s the life of one of my children. Turns out I value his life more than my own and I’ve decided to get up off the ground and start fighting/living again. Wipe off the tears and the smudged face and start engaging in the battle.
There’s a history here that I have not gone into regarding hereditary heart disease. That explains my obsession with it and my compulsion to blog about it. I will attempt to delve into that history at some point.
For now I want to share that my 13-year-old son was officially diagnosed with heart disease and the doctor said a transplant is probably in his future.
When I say that, it’s spoken as a fact that the doctor did INDEED say that. However, I remain convinced that this is not true. I am not accepting this prognosis. We will comply with everything our awesome cardiologist tells us to do – but we will not accept that this is Bryce’s destiny.
We have a long road ahead of us. Many hours of prayer and intercession await us. We probably have a few trips to Dallas still to come, and maybe some uncomfortable discussions. I know some of what’s to come because we’ve done it before. Maybe that will make it easier or make us smarter. Guess we will see.
For tonight, I’m only blogging about this to declare my God given authority over the life and body of my child. Erik and I stand united as the heads over Bryce and we stand guard over any enemy that would seek to harm him. God’s will be done here – which will result in health and healing.
Tonight I feel off, unable to communicate the way I like to. But I just needed to get this off my chest and into the blog universe. I’m speaking blessings tonight of miraculous things to come and the working of His mighty strength.
Lord, give me strength to bear this heartache tonight. Help us find rest. And please continue to bless my sweet Michael Bryce.
“The righteous cry out and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:17