So I flew into Seattle yesterday (Thursday) and saw the pediatric Neurologist today. I got the worse news possible: "Your son has a low grade glioma" which in layman terms, he has a tumor, but if it were to any type of tumor, this is the one that you would want.
We are off to Childrens Hospital of Seattle to see a Neurosurgeon tomorrow and talk about what our plan is from here. It still could be something just super tiny that he will have for the rest of his life - or could be something horrible that I am not quite ready to grasp yet. As of right now I am a mess. I am keeping strong and trying not to let my mind wander and cry every time he says something cute or even enters the room.
Right now I am just thinking why me, why did God choose Ian to go through this. Why did God choose this time in my life to present this with Jeff deployed and a house in AK with 2 dogs and a 15 month old. What is his ultimate goal? What am I learning from this? How is this supposed to make me stronger?
My mom sent me this bible verse and I am clinging onto it for dear life! Psalm 91, verse 2, "I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust."