Dear ones,
Eliza is home again! She had a pretty good night,
vomiting only once early this morning, so everyone
agreed she was ready to come home. Since she's been
home, she's been resting, apparently much more
comfortably than she had been in the hospital. We're
relieved to have this stint in the hospital behind us
and are hopeful that we'll all have a good night's
sleep tonight.
Emotionally, we're once again in the uncomfortable
spot of uncertainty. Just when we'd reached the point
of feeling very certain that Eliza was continuing to
get worse--and fast--all due to brain degeneration, we
learn that much of her trouble may well have been due
to this hydrocephalus. No one is ready to venture a
guess at how much, of course, and we'll just have to
wait and see to be certain. But all the doctors are
convinced that the hydrocephalus was certainly having
a significant effect.
So once again, we wait and pray and hope that...what?
Daniele dreamed last night that Eliza (with curly
pigtails) was Luke's age and walking--and complaining
that her head hurt. Is that a premonition of the near
future? of eternity (not with a hurt head!)? We know
Eliza's healing is certain; we just don't know where
and when. Early on, we shared a verse that the Holy
Spirit had brought to us: "He has no fear of bad news;
his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord." We ask
that the Spirit would daily renew our hearts with such
trust. We say, with the prophets, "Who knows what the
Lord may do?"
Love,
dixie jax
