My youngest daughter and I set out to have my daughter checked out at a specialist. We headed out for the Hospital. This one was an hour and a half drive away. I was nervous for my daughter. It has been a struggle for the past two years. You never know what is in store. If there is an abnormal test, and they want to look into an issue further.
Getting the tests done is half the battle. Waiting to find out was nerve racking. Getting her blood drawn was scary for her. She was upset because, I did not tell her it would be drawn. She watched the procedure. I could not watch them, stick me, when I get by blood drawn. I told her that she was brave for going through this. I promised a prize for getting through this. I told her that Mom and Dad have had their blood drawn before. She knows her brother and sister have never had their blood drawn.
We had all of the testing done in the same day. She had an ultrasound. I held her hand. She appreciated that. We all need someone to hold our hand when we are uncertain. This does not have to be in the literal sense. A kind word or gesture can help. We were early and they got us in right away. The doctor reviewed the tests. All looks good. They do want to keep an eye on her. I am holding on to my faith. I have others who have reached out to me to support me. That is all each of us needs.