Results

Healthy boy!  That is what the test results say.  Here in our home tonight we are singing God’s praises as we see this as a direct answer to prayer. 

Owen’s MRI showed no mass or tumor and a clear sinus cavity.  His EEG showed good brain function and no abnormalities.    The doctor was very reassuring and optimistic as he answered the millions of questions we threw at him.

We do not have a clear answer to what has happened or what will happen in the future but what we have done is knock the scary stuff off the list.  The doctors cannot rule out seizure disorders but at this time Owen does not need to be medicated. 

Owen’s episodes both took place in our kitchen.  If they were seizures his trigger may be the lighting/ceiling fan above the table.  We will be replacing it as a precaution.  Many kids have seizures with no real rhyme or reason and eventually outgrow them.  This could be our case.

Leaving the doctor's office in a good mood!

Another possibility is that Owen has breath-holding spells.  It is possible that after a fall he attempts to cry but never quite catches his breath and then passes out.

Twice I have taken this precious gift to Children’s Hospital for neurological testing and twice I have been told by the specialists that everything is going to be ok.  We are so blessed and I thank everyone for the prayers.  We went through all of the testing when Owen was a baby and when it was over I remember telling a friend that God can remind me to trust Him fully however he chooses but I hope he never has to use my kids again.  What God has done for me in last few weeks is use what I love the most to yet again remind me that the sacrifice of His son was the greatest gift anyone could ever give.  There is nothing more gut wrenching than the thought of losing your child, and God did it voluntarily to save my soul.  That is the real blessing!

Last night after all of the testing I took Owen and Allie to my parent’s house while Jeremy napped.  We walked in the front door and Owen ran up to my dad for a hug and told him, “Papa I ok.”  The words gave me chills and I clung to the hope that it was all going to turn out fine.  My baby is right he is ok.

I know I have said it a lot in these few short blogs but it can’t be said enough…God is in control.  I wrote a paper in high school and in it I included a poem by an unknown author that says it all.

My life is but a weaving 
between God and me.

I cannot see the colors; 
 yet He works steadily. 


Sometimes he weaves sorrow, and I in foolish pride


Forget He sees the upper, 
and I the underside.

Not till the looms are silent and the shuttles cease to fly


Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed in the Weavers skillful hand


As are the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.