Wow. Today, April 18, 2013, marks one year since Christopher's kidney transplant. I didn't think it would feel any different this morning when I woke up, but it did. So many thoughts racing through my head. One of my early thoughts this morning was that I was already asleep preparing for surgery this time last year, and Christopher was well on his way. It is surreal in some sense of the imagination. We were so built up in prayers that I think we both were simply in another zone- if that makes any sense. We both were so at peace. No fear. No hesitation. Just our eyes fixed on what needed be accomplished. My concerns or worries were never on myself. Just my child. To look back and reflect on the peace He gave me during that time is overwhelming. So, here we are, one year down.
When you have a child going through a major health issue, fear can pop its ugly head. One phrase the Lord kept whispering to me on our journey prior to surgery was He would never leave nor forsake us and to not be afraid or discouraged. There are different verses in the Bible where He reminds us of these important words, but they seemed to always show up. Especially when I needed them. Interestingly enough, He still whispers those same words to me now. A devotion came across my email this morning. The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." (Deuteronomy 31:8). Gentle reminders but such strong words.
Christopher is doing great. He continues to take everything in stride, as if he has walked this journey his entire life. God has filled him with such strength, peace, and an amazing sense of self. He is grounded in who he is. He is my hero. We were walking yesterday and I brought up how quickly his life changed 1 1/2 years ago. He went from going to the doctor once per year for well visits to monthly, and even weekly at times, lab visits. He has accepted this "assignment" the Lord has given him with such grace it overwhelms me at times. He is a true soldier.
I asked him this afternoon what was the first thing he remembers when waking up from surgery. He said that he remembers seeing Gracie and asking her if he could take his oxygen mask off. She asked the nurse, and shortly after it was removed. I asked him if he remembered any pain, and he doesn't. I asked him the worst memory, and he said the catheter. Of course. When asked what his fondest memories were...his siblings visiting him and hanging out. Overall, his memories of his hospital stay have faded (other than that catheter).
What did we do today? Celebrated with chicken wings from Pizza Hut, of course! This was the first thing he requested to eat upon leaving the hospital last year after 10 days. He wouldn't eat in the hospital, but he sure did eat chicken wings that first evening home.
We give all the praise to our Lord Jesus Christ for carrying us!
Praising Him for ALL He has done and relishing in the fact we are finally at the one year mark!