Today was another lengthy day spent in a hospital room, waiting on news good, ill, or otherwise. As tired as I am, I know my parents have got to be twice as worn out.
My youngest sister, nicknamed Marie, was very sick over Thanksgiving you may recall; during her sickness, the doctors did a ‘random’ MRI which surprised them with a… something… on her brain. Marie had been in the hospital for four days already, so instead of taking action they sent her home to recover from the illness.
Marie was terrified during today’s hospital trip. I chose to ignore any possible outcomes; my parents tried to imagine the best. Right before the MRI was taken, my pastor showed up. He did the usual small talk before summing up an amazing doctrine for a nine-year-old’s level: “The end of this will be good. Even if it’s bad, it will still be good.”
Happy ending! The ‘something’ on her brain hasn’t grown or changed. The professionals think that it might be a low-grade tumor, at worst, which isn’t such a bad thing considering what it might have been. Marie perked up at that news and remained perky throughout the rest.
God is good. He’s showing me that He cares in the spiritual growth of everyone, even little kids. Marie is definitely being stretched in this; however, without these ‘stretching’ times, our lives are nothing but petty attempts at growth. It’s hard–on me, on my parents, and even more so on Marie… but the end is good. Even if it’s bad, it’s still good.