The Sad is outweighing the Happy

Wow, it has been an emotional week. I started my week Monday night with a fantastic football game. None other than my amazing Crimson Tide boys eliminated the possibility of a split championship by shutting out LSU!!! Fantastic!!

Today brought the rain. Not literally. Literally speaking, it is the first day all week that it hasn't rained. But figuratively? Boy oh boy.

My nephew Paul is almost 6 months old (sidenote - he was born on my parents anniversary awwww), and has been in and out of the hospital for all of those six months. He was originally diagnosed with Hyperinsulinism in Infants, and was told it was managable by medication and would eventually grow out of it. That hasn't exactly gone as planned.

For medical reasons and diagnosis(es) I do not know, Paul  had to  have 95% of his pancreas removed today. He will now be insulin dependent for the rest of his life, have to take medicinal enzymes to help digest his food, and runs the risk of having to have the remaining 5% removed in the future.

Bud and Tonya (his parents) are in miraculously good spirits. They are thankful that their sweet (and he is oh-so-sweet) baby boy is going to be coming home in approximately two weeks. They are aware of the challenges they face, and are stepping toe-to-toe with them, daring those challenges to test their abilities as parents.

This is where I get upset....

Neither Bud nor Tonya have a strong faith, or any faith really, but here I am, considering myself to have a strong faith, and I'M questioning things. I want to know why so many babies are born healthy every day and my nephew has had all these complications. It's like he can't catch a break. Then I get selfish, and wonder "what if this happens to my children". Since Bud is a carrier of that awful gene that is supposed to lay dormant, what if Billy is? We have both decided we are going to be tested for the gene prior to deciding to get pregnant. Not saying that we will not have children, just so we can be aware.

Okay, that was quite a ramble. I have determined that I will have a positive outlook, and I will enjoy loving on that sweet little baby (did I mention how sweet he is?) as soon as he gets home.

For now.....

"If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it"