Normally I write on this blog about full pantries, full gardens and full cupboards. Tonight I will not but instead write of full hearts. Hearts full of love for your fellow man. Hearts willing to pray for the well being of a child not your own. Hearts pouring out in prayer, understanding and brotherhood in a time of crisis.
O Wise One and I are happy to report that our Baby O is home from the hospital but still hooked to a portable heart monitor. This is just the beginning of a process to determine what exactly has caused her heart to beat at almost twice the rate that it should. She complained recently of indigestion, chest pain and fatigue. O Wise One has heart rhythm issues so luckily we own not only a blood pressure cuff but a blood oxygen level and heart rate meter. ( You know those little clampy things that clip on the end of your finger. ) O Wise One's mother and both brothers died of heart issues so needless to say there is a family history. We knew when she had an accelerated heart rate that it was nothing to play with. After 24 hours straight of testing she has been sent home with a monitor. Next comes the stress tests and results from all the tests. She returns to the hospital tomorrow for an appointment and then more appointments next week. At this point they have not found a reason for the racing heart beat. They are testing for anxiety disorders and gastro intestinal problems.
For those of you home schooling mothers out there the nurse said that she had never seen a teenager recite the entire Constitution Of The United States while being stuck for an IV. All eleven times...bad veins.
When everyone got home and I got around to checking the Hickery Holler Blog we were absolutely bowled over at the outcry of love and compassion from you our readers. With 80 comments on the blog from all over the country and overseas and almost 200 personal email messages we are speechless.
For once in this old woman's life I am speechless. You have indeed reduced me to tears.
Thank you so much for your prayers, love, support and encouraging words in our time of need. I cannot tell you all how important you are to us and thank you for all your support.
Blessings from The Holler
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