A who in whoville

Have you ever seen the movie- Horton Hears a Who?  You know the part at the end when all the Who's have to make as much noise as possible to get the "people" other than Horton to hear they exist on the clover flower- that's how I've been feeling lately.  I feel as though if I can just get one more person to pray maybe God will hear and grant me my miracle.

I'm a Who in Whoville, desperate to be heard.


Let me back up-
May 20th I took my son in for a routine MRI because he has strabismus and a big head.  It was supposed to be nothing.  It was supposed to be routine.  It was just to "be sure everything was fine".  Well, in the end, everything wasn't fine.

There was a spot- a likely mass.  A big spot- in his brain stem. IN HIS BRAIN STEM.  I was told this over the telephone at 6:05 pm by my pediatrician.  I was still sitting in the hospital in the radiology department.
Then I had to tell my husband

Exactly one hour later I was told I had an appointment with a pediatric neuro-oncologist and a pediatric neurosurgeon the following day.  I didn't even know there was such a thing as a pediatric neuro-oncologist.

The mass is likely a glioma. A brain tumor.  An INOPERABLE brain tumor..............



My world has been flipped upside down, inside out, and thrown in every which way you could imagine.  My heart has broken.  My mind has shut down.  I don't know what to think.  I don't know what to do.  So I pray.  I pray whenever I have a spare second to myself.  I pray before bed, I pray when I wake up.  I pray before meals, I pray after meals.  I pray constantly.

People keep asking me how I'm doing- I. DON'T. KNOW.

I am a Who in Whoville, please Lord hear me.