It was about 10 am on a Friday morning and I was in a room with 16 third-graders when my phone rang. I usually put it on silent at school, guess I forgot.
It was not the news I wanted to hear.
Even though it was one of the several outcomes that he had told me it might be. I wasn't expecting this one.
A bout a week ago I found myself on the tray again and put my head in the helmet for the second time in my life. The noises are so annoying. It gives you a terrible headache and even a little nausea. It was quick but not very fun.
Then I waited. Then I called. Then I waited some more. Then the phone call in the classroom.
I kept it together. For the most part. I texted my husband. The doctor told me to prepare to miss a few days of work for testing. I decided while the kids were at recess to alert the receptionist that I would be needing some time off for appointments.
I did pretty well. She came in later when I was alone in the room asked me if I was okay and gave me a hug.
Then I lost it. I googled it but it was too scary. I called my mom.
I realized that my life is never boring. There is always something interesting going on. This time its just another part of the plan. I would call it a detour. But I know better. The road isn't always smooth and safe. Sometimes its bumpy and rocky and muddy and slippery. My road is a mess right now.
It's a good thing I am not the navigator.
So now I wait. I took some more blood tests. I have another date with the moving tray and the helmet and the noises tomorrow. Then maybe we will get some answers. Maybe?
If you're reading, I sure could use your prayers.