"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm,
and carry them close to his heart, and shall gently lead those that are with young." Isaiah 40:11

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Meeting with Genetics

My heart feels so very heavy today.  I miss Rachel so much.  Dave called from work, missing her too. So we cried on the phone together.  It helps to know that we are both on this journey of grief together. 


I guess we are still processing the information from our meeting with Genetics, which isn't a suprise.  We were there for over an hour. Some things were clarified from our last meeting two years ago. Of course back then, our brains were struggling to make sense of everything at once.  This time, it was hard in a different way. At the time I wanted to know how this could have happened to us - I wanted answers. (but I wanted the short version) And now, I wanted to know if it would happen again - to us, to our kids.  I had planned to write about what we found out but I don't feel ready.  It's much too hard right now.  But if you send me a note to ask about it, I'll tell you. Or ask me in person.


For those of you wondering if we are testing specifically for heterotaxy - Rachel doesn't really fit the mold with most isolated heterotaxy cases.  She presented with different issues, her brain malformation being one of them. Also she said that most heterotaxy kids do not have missing organs, they are usually just reversed? (the spleen being the exception) There is a four panel test being done in the States (not in Canada yet) to test four genes that are known to cause heterotaxy. We are requesting to have that done, but our Geneticist is doubtful that it would really give us useful information.  


Walking into the Hospital was really hard too. But that took me by surprise.  I hadn't prepared myself for that and suddenly I was fighting to hold back the tears.  I have so many memories of being there with Rachel, dozens of visits, or times when I took the older kids over there to play indoors, just for a change of scenery from the Flames House.  


As we left, with the burden of all that information, our kids didn't seem to notice. They were chatting happily about stuff, the movie we let them watch so we could talk with the Geneticist, Abigail was skipping along oblivious to moving cars....oh, to have the ability to be 'in the moment' like a child!!!


oh, I want my Joy back...I need your Joy, Abba Father.  I don't know what to do with all this scary information.  And the deep aching in my heart for Rachel. You know the whole picture and I see such a small part. I can't carry all of this....

3 comments:

Brenda Funk said...

Grief takes its time, and I don't know that there's any way to hurry it up and get over it. But eventually you will have your joy back. Make sure you go to the St. Benedict's site that I linked to on FB and read the article and listen to the song....maybe a few times.

Jaclyn said...

I feel so inadequate to say something, something to comfort, something to give you hope.
My heart breaks for you!
I know there is hope.
((((((((HUG)))))))))

Jaclyn

Kathy and Carl said...

I'm sorry that you had such a rough time with all the news and the memories and the grief washing over you again.

I will pray that you will have His Joy. Sending much love...