July 6, 2009

Clara Jean picked out this new snazzy background for the blog. We had so much fun scrolling through all kinds of backgrounds and trying to decide which one to use. Of course, I kept picking the ones that had pink and Clara kept reminding me that she isn't a "girly-girl".

This morning we left before 7 to go up to Vandy. It was supposed to go like this. At 8, the injection for the bone scan, at 8:30 CT scan, at 9 appointment with endocrinologist and then back to imaging at 11 for the bone scan. Well, everything went in that order, but not quite on time.

The injection for the bone scan was actually putting in an IV and then pushing the radioactive material through the IV. They tried her left arm first. No good. I hate it when they don't get it on the first stick, but keep digging around in there. I know that it hurts. Clara cried and cried. Finally, she decided to move to the other arm. Well, Clara was not cracked up about that. In fact, she screamed her head off. We had to hold her arm down. Then when the nurse told her that her screaming made her vein "pop right out", she started to giggle. The bone scan was later, but I will tell you now that it was uneventful, it went well. We should have the results for the bone scan and the CT scan in a day or two.

The CT scan was fairly uneventful. They used the IV to put in the dye. She laid still, they got the images that they needed and we were on our way. We headed upstairs to see the endocrinologist.

Good news from the endocrinologist! In one of my posts I shared with you that I was pretty shaken by the diabetes insipidus. I have prayed and prayed that she doesn't have it. The endocrinologist is so confident that she doesn't have it, that he canceled the water deprivation test! Praise the Lord!! Now, this doesn't mean that she won't develop it later, we have to be very diligent in watching for the signs, but for now, we're good. She goes back in 6 months.

Prayer works people! God has been so faithful to us through this whole ordeal. When the bump first appeared, we prayed that it wasn't a tumor. We prayed that God didn't take our daughter. He answered. When we found out that she had to have surgery, we prayed for peace for CJ and for ourselves. He answered. Clara wasn't even the least bit afraid. While CJ was in surgery, we prayed for success, for removal of the tumor and no complications. He answered. I could keep going, but I think you get the point! God is good.