God's gift of rest.
Cystic Fibrosis is a genetic disease that, in a nut shell, eventually scars the lungs to a level where breathing becomes labored and eventually, impossible. while treatments continue to become more advanced, drugs continue to offer incredible hope for the future, and doctors have never been so sure that they will cure this some day, it still, at the end of the day is a disease where they treat symptoms... not the disease itself.
i share that because last night something really cool happened. not sure how else to describe it. our history with this disease over the last 7 years has been one of difficult frustration. because you really just treat symptoms (uncontrollable coughing), you are often left helpless in moments. when lilly gets "sick" her cough is constant and unrelenting. i shared in last night's post about the nights of real frustration when we would lay awake, listening to her cough ALL NIGHT LONG being helpless to do anything about it. after running the gambit of "relief tactics" (these would include but not limited to: 3 different types of breathing treatments/ chest percussions/ vicks vapo-rub on the feet and chest/ cough drops/ hot tea/ wrapping her in a blanket and sticking her head in the freezer/ propping her nearly straight up with pillows in bed/ to ANY other home-made or prescribed remedy that people recommend) we would just give up for the night and hope & pray that she could get relief. THIS has been our history for when she gets sick. a helpless feeling of not knowing what else to do. THIS is what we felt for the last week as night after night we dealt with this current infection. the SAME feeling of helplessness and frustration because all we were doing was treating symptoms and NOTHING, as usual, would TRULY help her stop coughing and give her rest.
i share THAT to, again, give a backdrop of what we were facing last night. when the coughing turned to puking and the puking started to contain blood... we took her to the ER hoping for their wisdom to help in the situation. at best... to get her fluids to help the vomiting stop... and figure out where the blood was coming from. i let my dad know and a few friends about lilly heading off to the ER, and in turn posted a request asking for "The Saints" to pray over good ole' Facebook (the prayer chain that reaches 1000's in one click) :) Slowly the call went out, and slowly i started to hear back from people that their voices were being lifted up in prayer to the great God of the universe. One of our close and dear friends even shared that her 6yr. old daughter decided to pray and fast her bedtime snack for Lilly... all the while taking "deep breaths for her since lilly could not" (a precious thought that brought tears to my eyes when i heard about it).
Mindy, meanwhile, was sitting in the ER with Lilly who up to that point, had puked two more times in the hospital. At one point after getting her IV, Mindy said that she (lilly) laid down her head, closed her eyes... and slept. No coughing, no vomiting... just rest. Now that reality could have 100 different explanations, the which i will let you decide... but it didn't end there. lilly continued to sleep the whole time she was hooked up to her IV and continued to be free from coughing. when i got the call from mindy 6 hours later that they were headed home, i expected to find lilly in a similar state that she left in, in terms of being unable to stop coughing (keep in mind she has LITERALLY coughed for a week straight... particularly at night... and in that given day it had been the worst). however, when they got home, i opened up the car to a tired, but smiling little girl. i took her downstairs, did her standard treatments, and put her to bed. she didn't cough once through her whole treatments, and last night... she slept... and slept... and slept... and did not cough ONCE. what was different? The Saints pestered the great God of the universe, and i think He answered their prayers.
i'm always REAL hesitant to be one of those "people" that claims seemingly simple things were "miracles." i don't know if i would call it a miracle... but i would say that God heard your prayers last night. God gave her rest... and it will be the start of the healing process... a GREAT start. your prayers absolutely blanketed her little body last night, and she simply didn't cough. that may not seem like a big deal, but trust me... with knowing "standard operating procedure" like i do with my daughter, to sleep without ONE cough while battling, among other crap, bronchitis.. she should have continued to cough all night. the IV was for dehydration... she had no medicine in her that could have done anything to soothe coughing... you can't soothe coughing in a CF patient anyway... it is CHRONIC. she slept because God heard your prayers (which He always does) and chose to act on them this time... and we are REALLY thankful for it.
so, today has been a good and restful one. lilly has started coughing a bit more this afternoon again, and tonight will be anyone's guess. we saw her pulmonologist in grand rapids today, and she got her set-up on everything she needs to kick all this crap. her docs are GREAT, and we felt blessed to have THEM see her today. it felt like we actually got to "do" something to help her :)
but God taught me something in the last few days: she is His first, not mine... and He has it all figured out. that isn't to say, pleading with the great God of the Universe does any harm, but at the end of the day, He loves her more than I do. :)
one last thing: our story is hardly unique or anywhere near the "worst one" out there, but it continues to give us perspective... and for that we are thankful. we, as a family, continue to hold up others in prayer who we see suffering a greater battle than we may ever see. our dear "friend" in dallas or the sweet little girl who is lilly's age in phoenix who are fighting their own battles with brain cancer/ the girl in lilly's class who lost her mother at the start of the year/ or my aunt who lost her groom of 40+ years on thanksgiving day.
their stories give us perspective and hope and a longing for our day when we "stand on shore and find it heaven/ touch a hand and find it God's/ breathe new air and find it celestial/ wake up in Glory, and find it HOME."
Love Wins,
Lane, Mindy, Lilly & Wills