Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Isaiah, The Leader

Yesterday we got an interesting piece of mail from church. It was addressed to Isaiah (which means nothing to me...I totally opened it). Inside was a letter to him stating that he had been nominated to be a member of the FUEL team. It is a student leadership council. There is an application with some pretty thought provoking questions. Tonight, I had a chance to talk to Isaiah about it. As soon as I said the words "FUEL" and "nominated" a huge grin spread across his face. I could tell that asking the question if he was interested was not needed.


The paperwork has to be turned in tomorrow so we went over the questions so he would have time to think about his answers. The most interesting answer came to the question about how his life is different now? His answer, without hesitation, was "I pray everyday. Throughout the day. I know there is a God who listens. Before I was just interested in going to church to get to go out to eat after. Now I go because I want to." Those words alone solidified the decision we made almost a year ago to find a church that fit our family. I know we are where we belong.


As most of you know, Isaiah is typically pretty shy and has few words around those he isn't super close with. So either he is comfortable enough around our church family to let the true Isaiah shine through or someone he is around sees the potential that is hiding behind those baby blue eyes. Either way, it means my child isn't lost in the sea of several hundred kids that attend on Wednesday nights. We are where we belong.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Back to the O.R.

I saw my oral surgeon Friday. His words: "oh shit". Which were the exact same as mine. My bones have completely regrown. He said had he not done the surgery himself, he would think it had never been done to begin with. He has NEVER seen bones regrow like mine have. We are both utterly stunned and shocked.

Sadly, the only remedy for my locking (and to prevent completely destroying my jaw) is to go back to surgery and remove the bone again. This time he will take a much larger piece in hopes that it takes longer than 8 months to regrow. He is also only going to do the right side this time since my left isn't giving me any trouble. I don't have my surgery date yet. I am hoping it is soon. We've had some changes around here, and while I'm not ready to openly discuss it...now is the time for me to have this done.

I am asking, in advance, for prayers. This surgery is very difficult and painful. The last one isn't that far back in my memory so I know exactly what I'm getting in to. And I'm actually nervous (if not a tad scared). Which for me being this is surgery #13? Is really saying something.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Party People Pictures

Ok, so there are a TON of pics from Mom & Dad's big bash. WAAYYYYY too many for me to upload. So if you'll please click here it will take you to the album and you can see all 515 of them!

Get comfy and enjoy!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

These Jaws are Made for Lockin'

And that's just what they're doing.


If you will recall here and here I have had surgery to remove part of my jaw bones because my mouth was locking open. It was supposed to have been the end of my jaw problems. A surgery rarely performed but highly successful. It was very tough but seemed to have done what needed to be done.


Until August 14th while in line at White Water. I opened my mouth. And it wouldn't close. So there I stand in a line for a water slide, in a swim suit, surrounded by strangers and my mouth wouldn't close. Tears stung my eyes more out of disappointment and shock than pain. After a few minutes, the familiar CLUNK was heard and felt and my mouth closed. I knew then that I needed to contact my oral surgeon as soon as we got home. I knew that once it locked open, it would continue to lock. And it has happened about 4 times since then, just as recently as 10 minutes ago. Each time it takes me completely off guard and my mind starts racing about what to do if I can't get it shut. Each time I end up getting it to CLUNK shut and the throb starts.


I saw my oral surgeon Thursday who is not only completely perplexed but also feels horrible that I am going through this again. He insisted that he removed the bone, saw it under the microscope for himself and sent it to pathology for confirmation that it was, in fact, what it was supposed to be. He has never heard of someone locking after the surgery I had. He said the bone regenerating is not impossible; unheard of yes, impossible no. He's ordered a CAT scan to see what is going on with the anatomy before going back in. I am to see him one week after he gets the results and the plan of attack for his scalpel.


Just when I think things are going better, the rug gets pulled out from under me. I just have to remember that I am not in control and this is just another chapter in my ongoing story.