I was hoping to receive a call from the neurologist last week. The call was supposed be that after consulting his colleagues, the neurologist is confident that Little Man’s tumor puts him in no immediate danger and there’s no reason to remove it. We can monitor it with periodic MRI’s and make sure it doesn’t grow.
But a different call came. It said that we need to make an appointment with the neurosurgeon. That puts us squarely on our way towards brain surgery. Pediatric brain surgery. On my 21-month old. I’m wondering what’s appropriate to ask a neurosurgeon. Can I ask him if he’s better than all the king’s men with Humpty Dumpty? Or, if it will be as easy to wake Little Man after the surgery as it was for the prince to wake Sleeping Beauty? Can I make sure that he’s not doing the surgery out of some George-esque Curiosity to get into things?
I’m learning what James meant about taking joy in suffering. When the situation is desperate there’s only one place to turn. There’s only One who can assuage the hurt. And in His presence there is peace. There is joy even when the situation would seem to demand sorrow and fear.