Ready Freddy?

It's 5:00 am.  I am up with ease because the nurse has come in (for the umpteenth time) to check on my precious girl.  She is holding her own, trusting God and standing on His promises.  She is an amazing young woman.

We know that the power of prayer has kept us calm, guided the hands of the surgeon and sustained us.  We are overwhelmed by the number of friends and family who have comments on Facebook, texted us, called us, and especially prayed for us.  I can tell you that God has answered all of our prayers.  To HIM be the glory!

The staff at Lutheran General has taken good physical care of our family - especially Molly.  She is resting comfortably in the PICU and they have kept her pretty medicated to keep the pain at bay.  When she is awake I read her the comments from my phone and computer.  She is blown away by the outpouring of love.  She smiles as I read them, makes comments, laughs at some...then reaches or asks for her phone to try to text back or comment on Facebook....she is NOT responsible for anything she is saying under the influence of the heavy narcotics...lol.

She understandably is afraid to move her neck, lay on her back, lift her head.  Her muscles are sore in the back of her neck where the 6" incision runs up and down over her spinal cord and base of her skull.  The surgeon skillfully moved the muscles aside to work on the area needing surgery and the moving of those muscles around like that causes some of their own unique pain...not to mention the removing of the dural band at the base of the skull.  It is incredible how wonderful she looks over all after this.

Her spirits are up, she takes the pain with stride knowing it won't last forever and anticipates the day when the healing is crossed over to being on the better side of this process.   She looks forward to the day when she can fully know the results of the surgery and be headache free.  She has trusted God and turned to Him as her source of strength.

When she was a very little girl on the way to school or wherever, I would ask her, "Ready Freddy?"  she would respond with "ready Teddy."  I would say "Ready Eddy?"  and she would say "Ready Spaghetti"....this would go on and on until we exhausted all words that rhymed.  Heading into surgery we were both more than READY FREDDY.  Both calm and excited for what was going to lay ahead for her, she is READY SPAGHETTI!