My daughter was very sick this past November and December. She scared us and we almost lost her, but we are incredibly thankful for an amazing pediatrician who recognized the urgency for her to get to the hospital. What an amazing miracle that we live 20 minutes from one of the best Children’s Hospitals in the nation! It took a while to rule out Nephrology and Gastroenterology on our way to Endocrinology, but things are leveled out and the medications are working well. She’s a happy, active and healthy girl–medicated, but healthy.
Yesterday we went to the hospital clinic for a follow up visit. Those who know me, know I get lost going to the bathroom, so driving downtown can put me in the next state if I’m not cautious. I entered the 7th Avenue parking deck when I should have entered the 5th Avenue parking deck. New hospital. Old hospital. All connected, but its a maze of streets and one big square of connections.
Almost in a panic, I remembered that my precious childhood friend also brings her child to the same endocrinologist. QUICK! TEXT cMw! She was able to call and talk me through the right parking deck. What a treasure, not only to be friends for 45+ years, but to be walking this similar journey together with someone who knows me well.
Having found the right place, and feeling a bit inadequate, I find the restroom for a quick trip (didn’t even get lost). Trying not to cry and taking deep breaths I text cMw, and she sends an encouraging reply that only a mom who has walked this road could. Looking in the mirror and see a good reason why I did not get dressed up for today’s doctor visit–my tee shirt. The truth it offers soothed my soul, and I left the ladies room humming, “My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand.”