My brain is going at a million miles a minute. All the time. I wake up in the middle of the night and stay up for hours sometimes. Wondering, praying, thinking, worrying.
We have been struggling for 8 months now on a reason that my oldest daughter isn’t growing. We have mostly kept this to ourselves with the exception of family. They have thrown a few things out there as possibilities such as a hormone or thyroid imbalance. Both of came back fine so we put it on the backburner for a bit and expected amazing news at her follow up visit. My child who has not grown in nearly 3 years has now lost weight. Three pounds may sound like a drop in the bucket to most but on a now 52 pound 9 year old it is a big deal. A bone scan led to a preliminary diagnosis of Osteoporosis. Yes, old people brittle bones..at least I thought it was only that. It seemed like that couldn’t be right she had never broken a bone. But, then she broke her toe, then her tooth broke. All things that are completely normal for kids.
But then it is your kid and you have all of these things in the back of your head. Juvenile osteoporosis is usually a secondary to a larger issue. I had put much of it out of my head thinking this wont be it until the things that they said worry about started happening. Broken bones, unintentional weight loss, bruising. So, now have to figure out why she is not growing, find the root of the weight loss, determine if we need to go growth hormone therapy not necessarily to give her inches but to insure she will go through puberty.
Don’t google any of of this because it always points to that C word.
We are still searching for answers and in the mean time she is under doctors orders to eat everything in site to put on some weight before we go for further testing.
In the mean time, would you pray with me for Alaina? For healing, for answers, for peace, for courage.
There is so much out of my hands right now that I am clinging to Psalm 46:10
“Be still, and know that I am God”
I don’t let my brain go to these places often but when I cry out to God I know He is telling me that He has this, that He has her, that He has me.
But, prayer works. Pray for us as her parents and the doctors that we make wise choices on behalf of her care.