Tomorrow morning, bright and early, Juliana will have a small surgery. A cyst grew on her lip and has grown and grown for months. It's time to take it off. A 40 minute procedure is what we face. General Anesthesia is my biggest concern.
And yet, it's nothing, really.
Daniel put into words what I have been feeling: I cannot imagine having a truly sick child.
Our small surgery in a nice surgical center with a doctor we really like is a cake walk compared to dealing with pediatric cancer or weeks or months at a time in a hospital.
This little procedure pales in comparison to chemo, scans, major surgeries, or months of trying to diagnose.
And our lives are cush compared to the circumstances sick people face in so many other countries.
So while my heart is heavy, waiting for the moment my little girl wakes up from anesthesia and I see her bright blues; while we are letting her sleep with us in our bed and we bought her popsicles at the store today; and while I have prayed many prayers over her sweet sleeping form tonight, all the more my prayers are with every family that faces my worst nightmare as their everyday reality.
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