stones taught me to fly...love taught to me to cry...
I'm not sure where to start - this year has been one big roller coaster and at the moment it's on that terrifying journey downwards.
Jaime, my 6 year old niece, was diagnosed with a brain tumour earlier this week. She's not been feeling well for a good while now, getting migraines and nausea, but I never allowed myself to think it was because of something so serious. Apparently it's been there for a few years but it's slow growing, which is supposedly a positive. The doctors will be operating on Monday and at the moment she's in hospital, getting all kinds of tests so they can determine what's the best thing to do. There's a bit of concern as it's 7cm long, behind her left ear and around blood vessels and the brain stem. There's a number of complications that could occur.
It's so hard to be positive. My mum keeps going on about having faith in the Lord, which is all fine and good but if the Lord was so fair and just, why is a 6 year old inflicted with a life threatening illness? I know it's all about strength through adversity and I do believe in prayer but it's my mum's answer for everything. How about having some faith in the doctor's actually performing the operation? It's the whole spiritual vs scientific debate, which I don't want to get into, I'm so sick of hearing her say it.
What's even harder is that I'm trying not to think about the worst case scenario but I come home from work and the first thing my mum says is that it's not good and her nurse friend says we'd need a miracle for everything to be okay. WTF?! I'm an optimistic person by nature but hearing that constant negativity makes it really difficult to keep a positive outlook.
Jaime's doing well - being a brave little soldier - and I just can't let myself think that she won't be alright.
Jaime, my 6 year old niece, was diagnosed with a brain tumour earlier this week. She's not been feeling well for a good while now, getting migraines and nausea, but I never allowed myself to think it was because of something so serious. Apparently it's been there for a few years but it's slow growing, which is supposedly a positive. The doctors will be operating on Monday and at the moment she's in hospital, getting all kinds of tests so they can determine what's the best thing to do. There's a bit of concern as it's 7cm long, behind her left ear and around blood vessels and the brain stem. There's a number of complications that could occur.
It's so hard to be positive. My mum keeps going on about having faith in the Lord, which is all fine and good but if the Lord was so fair and just, why is a 6 year old inflicted with a life threatening illness? I know it's all about strength through adversity and I do believe in prayer but it's my mum's answer for everything. How about having some faith in the doctor's actually performing the operation? It's the whole spiritual vs scientific debate, which I don't want to get into, I'm so sick of hearing her say it.
What's even harder is that I'm trying not to think about the worst case scenario but I come home from work and the first thing my mum says is that it's not good and her nurse friend says we'd need a miracle for everything to be okay. WTF?! I'm an optimistic person by nature but hearing that constant negativity makes it really difficult to keep a positive outlook.
Jaime's doing well - being a brave little soldier - and I just can't let myself think that she won't be alright.