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P.S. Have you ever read Don Piper’s book, “Ninety Minutes in Heaven”? A friend just loaned it to me, and though at first I was skeptical about it being “for real”, now I’m just in awe about Heaven and all we have to look forward to. Don Piper said that the Christians in his life that had been his biggest influencers met him at the gates…his grandparents, etc. What a vision of gladness that gives me…to know that if I lost a child, loved ones would be right there to pick up where I had to let go and love them right into Heaven. Here is the link to Don’s book: http://www.90minutesinheaven.com/

It turns out, the cyst was not where the surgeon thought it was. He thought it was a bulge on the main bile duct, which would have meant removing it and pulling a loop of the small intestine up and connecting it. It turns out, when he got her in surgery, the cyst was just a branch off of the smaller bile duct leading from the main one to the gallbladder. All he had to do was remove this smaller duct. A surgery we were expecting to last 4 hours lasted an hour and a half. This was the best case scenario discussed at the pre-op visit in his office, but he really thought it was the worst case scenario. It’s good it wasn’t because that surgery can lead to complications later down the road. The worst thing about this one is that she is without a gallbladder now, which, with our family history is not such a bad thing for her. She probably would have had to have it removed sooner or later.

She made it through the surgery just fine, and by last night was back to her old self and using only Motrin and Tylenol for the pain. When she started eating and did fine, he told us to go home. We gladly obliged. :o)

It was also a blessing to have a Christian surgeon. David ( who is soundly sleeping on the couch right now after a night in uncomfortable hospital recliners) asked the surgeon if we could pray with him before the surgery. The surgeon said absolutely, and that that was going to be his next question to us. He always offers to pray for his patients before surgery. Although, he did say David was the first to ask him. I guess he never operated on a Baptist preacher’s kid before. :o) Anyway, we bowed our head and David was all ready to pray, and the surgeon jumped right in before David had a chance and just started praying. Now, of course, we can’t judge his heart, but judging from his prayer, his demeanor, and the fact that he was willing to offer made us pretty sure we were dealing with a Christian man. That made us feel better about handing our daughter over to him of course. A physician who looks to the Great Physician for guidance is my kind of doctor. :o)

Anyway, God definitely answered prayers. Kayleah is just fine, better than expected and is back to her old self. She is even flipping over onto her belly, which makes me wince and cringe but doesn’t seem to bother her. lol Thank you for all your prayers and concerns!

My heart goes out to you and your precious 7 month old baby…I promise to be praying for you…please let me know next week how it all went.

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MIn, I was thinking of you and Virtuous Blond, as well as several other friends when I mentioned miscarriages above. I can only imagine how hard it must be, to wonder why, and all the “what if’s”. I’m glad you’ve drawn closer to the Lord for it.

Thanks for the poem Mary– for it far outreaches just those that have lost young children (we lost twins only 2 months in-utero), but also covers those that have lost older ones as well.

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