Please pray for our baby girl, Bailey. She has been clinically diagnosed with Tuberous Sclerosis Complex (TSC). We are currently at UMC. TSC causes benign tumors in her organs. She has tumors in her brain that are causing her to have seizures (infantile spasms). She has had 5 today so far. They really scare her and they make her cry. We believe that we've caught it early but she still needs lots of prayers. She'll have her heart and kidneys scanned Monday to see if she has tumors there and they'll also do an MRI to see how severe the tumors are in her brain. Please pray that her other organs will be clear and that we can get the seizures under control. OUR GOD IS GOOD!!
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and maybe make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo. David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?", you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people that you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around...and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.
Taken from Children with Visial Impairments Edited by M. Cay Holbrook, Ph.D. Copywrite by Emily Perl Kingsley 1987