So. Ahem.

An ultrasound this morning revealed that John has a gall bladder chock full of gall stones–which not only explains the fact that he spent last Thursday night on a stretcher in the field hospital with an IV, due to severe dehydration and extreme sickness that didn’t go away like one would expect a stomach bug or food poisoning to do–but also means that this gall bladder needs to come out. Like, as in, PRONTO. Because the plan is to have a baby here in a little over a month, and then he’s scheduled to head to the Sandy Spot a few weeks after Christmas. That doesn’t leave too many “good windows” of time for surgery and recovery, now, does it?

::laughs::

::shakes head::

::does both at the same time::

Oh, and that barking sound you hear forcing it’s way through the computer screen? That’s just Troy. The toddler with croup. Who doesn’t realize he’s sick and thus wants to run and scream and play outside as if he’s quite healthy. Until, of course, he can’t breathe a minute into said running spree.

So this is how you’ll find him at the moment.

We’ve been through one DVD of the Doodlebops, one of Elmo’s World, and we’re currently working on Thomas the Tank Engine.

This is not normal, folks. This is not normal.

My mom is flying as I type to Alabama to be with my grandmother during her angioplasty and recovery… which was originally scheduled for today but had to be postponed due to her sodium levels being too low. My mama flew out anyway, and we’ll just have to wait and see when the surgery actually occurs and when Mom ends up coming home…

So, I’m laughing this morning. Because in the scheme of things, crying SURE isn’t worth it. And, though perhaps a wee bit overwhelmed by the anticipation of John having surgery right now, I don’t feel like crying. Not when I look around and see people who really do have cause to shed tears… and yet are not only smiling themselves, but encouraging us to do so along with them.

Like Kelli… who is in the middle of battling a very serious infection.

Or Heather… who is starting another week of chemo today.

Or Ashley and her family… this precious baby is in the hospital once again and is having a very hard time.

Or Amy‘s family… dealing with the loss of sweet Amy.

Or Mel… a sweet Christian girl, younger than me, whom I just recently found in the blogosphere. She lost her fiance while he was in Iraq in February.

In the scheme of things, a gall bladder surgery doesn’t seem so big. John’s not worried… we know our wonderful Lord knows what He’s doing when He drops unexpected circumstances into our laps at odd times, and that if He knows, why should we wonder at something “smallish” like this?

He’s just plain bigger than that.

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