I just need to talk.....

On Sunday, I rec'd a call from a very old friend that I worked with back in the 70's.  During the conversation, she remarked that every time she goes on FB

she reads that "something else" is going on with my family.  While that

may be true, I assured her that I try to make "light" of what is happening,

and that I didn't realize I complained that much.

So, this morning I debated whether or not to write about what happened

yesterday.  But, you know?  Things happen that we have no control over,

and while I do try "not" to complain, I feel that I've made friends here

on my blog, some of whom I may never meet,  but who have been so

generous to me and my family, especially in the last 3 1/2  years since

my grandson Ben passed away.   And,

most of you have been great prayer warriors while in turn I pray

for those I know who are in need of virtual hugs, and prayer.

So, here goes.

I was sitting here yesterday counting my blessings which are MANY

when the phone rang.  It was my granddaughter, and I couldn't make

out even one word she was trying to say.  She was sobbing; I waited

and tried to let her get her bearings so to speak.  Eventually, I was

able to understand only a few words which were:

"It's Rylan, Memaw."  Oh my God, I just kept waiting,

and waiting.  Then, I could hear "at her well baby appt, the

doctor said we have to take her to a neurologist because

her skull is deformed."  Oh man.  I told her to stay where

she was and I'd be right there.  My daughter asked "what's wrong?"

and I told her what little I knew.  We both immediately got dressed

and flew out the door to St. Augustine.

When we got to where Britt was, we found her sitting on the curb

sobbing her heart out.  The girls were in the car; Patti went to

Britt and I went to the car.  Hunter opened the door and I could

see that she'd been crying also.  She threw her arms around me,

then said, "Mommy's upset but she's gonna be okay."  I hated

that Hunter knew what was going on, but of course Britt had

picked her up from school and had witnessed  her mom being

shell shocked, crying and talking to me on the phone.

To make a longer story short, Britt showed me the paper the

doctor had signed, referring Rylan to a neurologist.  The writing

said "Deformed skull,  craniosynostosis"  Unfortunately,

the doctor had told Britt ALL the things that could go wrong

including brain damage. I wish he hadn't been so blunt

because

WITH GOD, PRAYER AND GOOD DR'S RYLAN

IS GOING TO BE OKAY!!  THIS I BELIEVE!

RIGHT?