I have every intention of writing on this blog every Monday through Friday. But you know what they say about intentions.
This past week, my reasons for neglecting the blog were good ones. And I don’t mean that I was trapped under something heavy or my power went out or I was in a coma. By “good,” I don’t mean “legitimate.” I just mean “good!”
You might (or might not) recall that our eldest daughter was having some mysterious health issues. The symptoms were even beginning to look like lupus, which terrified us. But on Thursday, we had an appointment with a specialist who absolutely ruled it out as even the remotest of possibilities. It does appear that she has Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, but a mild case that might go into total remission on its own. And if it doesn’t, there are fabulous medications that will take care of all of the symptoms.
I knew all along that I was worried about her fevers and headaches and other weird symptoms. I knew that it was disrupting my sleep, distracting me from daily tasks. But it wasn’t until the doctor said those words–he actually said, “It can’t be lupus”–that I fully realized the depth of the shadow we’ve been living under.
I didn’t go into a lot of detail on the blog, mostly because I was too scared to think about it, much less put it in writing. I didn’t talk about it much, either. But our dear girl was having fevers every day, along with a severe headache and fatigue, for as much as sixteen days in a row. She’d have about a week between bouts, but then they’d reappear. As time went on, the fevers got higher, the headaches worse, and new symptoms cropped up, like tingling fingers, and aching legs and wrists and ankles. This would happen every afternoon, causing us to miss several piano lessons, karate lessons, sleepovers and other events. And I am sure she was getting tired of me asking, “Are you doing okay?” with that wrinkly concerned-mother face of mine.
The moment we got home from the doctor’s office, the shadow now lifted, I went into hyper-drive. In the past four days, I have rearranged furniture, flipped mattresses, laundered pretty much everything remotely cloth-like in the house (not the cats, though they could use it), vacuumed and dusted at least twice, baked cookies, made a meal for a friend, sang praise song after praise song, and smiled and laughed and giggled and hugged the stuffing out of each member of my family (including the cats).
Who knew that peace was such a huge source of energy?
So, that’s what I was doing while I was not blogging. Now that there’s nothing left to clean, I should be back in the groove of things.