Wednesday night, June 9, 1999, I was at church during praise and worship when the voice of God spoke to me: “You are about to set sail on an exciting adventure. My hand is heavy upon your daughter. I love her more than you do. I heard your prayer and Miranda will not be overweight. You are going to the other side. Miranda will live to be very old. I will carry you for the next six weeks. You will run and not be weary. You will walk and not faint.” I fell to my knees. My heart trembled at the thought of our future. I was not a person who liked adventure. I enjoyed safety. Rollercoasters were not one of my favorite rides. I like flat ground without bumps. Also, my mind immediately went to the word tumor. Surely, God would not
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Miranda had to be prepared as if she was going to have surgery because of the anesthesia. She was dressed in a gown and placed on a gurney. We did not have a room. Instead, she was in an area where patients wait to be taken to surgery. There were eight separate stations for patients. Miranda was in the one closest to the door. The nurses and doctors were great. They entertained her the entire time we waited. The gloves became balloons which quickly took the shape of a chicken when the nurse drew eyes and a mouth on it. Kevin and I nervously watched as our daughter interacted with the medical team. Again, we had to answer questions and sign more forms. Miranda had a way of capturing their hearts. She looked so small on the hospital bed. As one nurse was taking more information, another nurse began to cry. The thought a child had a tumor is overwhelming even to strangers. God carefully ordered every step. As we were waiting for Miranda to go to the MRI, Katie, our church pianist, walked by the room. She saw us and stopped. We explained to her about Miranda’s situation, and she told me she would be Miranda’s recovery nurse. I had great peace. I was amazed at how God had perfectly met our needs. As they rolled my baby away, Katie put her arms around me and began walking me to the parent waiting area. She reassured me God would take care of her. I trembled. I had no idea what to …show more content…
By now our family and part of the church knew about our situation. I had tried so hard to keep it private because it just hurt too bad for others to know. My pain was deep and I wanted it left alone. When I shared with some close people in my life the MRI found nothing, I received the response maybe now “I” could put this behind “me” and just accept Miranda the way God had created her. I felt like burning flames of arrows were piercing my heart. Surely, God did not make my child obese just to teach me to accept her. What about all her other symptoms that did not involve weight? Was I just expected to accept them as well? I loved Miranda more than breath. Why was this always my problem and my hang up? I was devastated. I decided not to even call Dr. Endo #1 back. Why should I? He had already said the tests were normal, and he did not know what the problem was. I really was not up to being sent back to another
Miranda had to be prepared as if she was going to have surgery because of the anesthesia. She was dressed in a gown and placed on a gurney. We did not have a room. Instead, she was in an area where patients wait to be taken to surgery. There were eight separate stations for patients. Miranda was in the one closest to the door. The nurses and doctors were great. They entertained her the entire time we waited. The gloves became balloons which quickly took the shape of a chicken when the nurse drew eyes and a mouth on it. Kevin and I nervously watched as our daughter interacted with the medical team. Again, we had to answer questions and sign more forms. Miranda had a way of capturing their hearts. She looked so small on the hospital bed. As one nurse was taking more information, another nurse began to cry. The thought a child had a tumor is overwhelming even to strangers. God carefully ordered every step. As we were waiting for Miranda to go to the MRI, Katie, our church pianist, walked by the room. She saw us and stopped. We explained to her about Miranda’s situation, and she told me she would be Miranda’s recovery nurse. I had great peace. I was amazed at how God had perfectly met our needs. As they rolled my baby away, Katie put her arms around me and began walking me to the parent waiting area. She reassured me God would take care of her. I trembled. I had no idea what to …show more content…
By now our family and part of the church knew about our situation. I had tried so hard to keep it private because it just hurt too bad for others to know. My pain was deep and I wanted it left alone. When I shared with some close people in my life the MRI found nothing, I received the response maybe now “I” could put this behind “me” and just accept Miranda the way God had created her. I felt like burning flames of arrows were piercing my heart. Surely, God did not make my child obese just to teach me to accept her. What about all her other symptoms that did not involve weight? Was I just expected to accept them as well? I loved Miranda more than breath. Why was this always my problem and my hang up? I was devastated. I decided not to even call Dr. Endo #1 back. Why should I? He had already said the tests were normal, and he did not know what the problem was. I really was not up to being sent back to another