Finally ....

.... he made the call!!!  I was just getting ready to leave for my weekly Bible study with a great group of teenagers, when the phone rang.  The caller I.D. read "US Navy ASW".  I thought that was rather strange and figured it was a recruiter for Son #3, since it's about that time when they start inundating homes with recruiting calls.

It stopped ringing and within 5 seconds my cell started ringing and so I wondered .... for just a sec, grabbed it, saw that it read "San Diego" and answered it.  And gave him the cheeriest "Hello" I've ever given him in my life.  It may have stunned him for a moment.
He said something like "Hello, this is Cadet Eggers, I made it safely to Boot Camp" ..... yada yada yada.  He was very calm and monotoned.  Wherever he was, it was very quiet, no screaming, no yelling.

I knew he had less than 30 seconds to read everything to me, so when I sensed he was only a couple of lines from hanging up, I threw in an "I LOVE YOU!!".  And I have NO doubt that I stunned him.  Because he stopped, stumbled for about two words (while I thought, "OMG!  I just ruined his life, they're going to kick him out because he messed up the scripted call!!  What kind of mother am I??!!!").  But he quickly recovered, said something like "the next time you'll hear from me will be by a form letter in 1 to 2 weeks.  Good bye."  click.

I was smiling as I danced out the door.  :)

In other news ..... about 2 months ago my dr. ordered me to get an ultrasound.  It was a rather invasive ultrasound and that's all I'm going to say about that.
The results showed that things didn't look "normal".  OF COURSE NOT!!!  The radiologist saw something that he said he shouldn't have seen.  The report wasn't very clear, but mentioned a couple of things and said I should wait a month and then repeat the ultrasound.
I.
Was.
Thrilled.

So I had a second one a couple of weeks ago.
Yesterday (yes, over TWO weeks later), my dr.'s receptionist called and said that the report came back and my dr. wants me to make an appointment with a specialist.
Of course I didn't take that with my usual calm and unfazed demeanor, but I still did well.  I asked her why.
She stammered a bit and just said, "because Dr. X (not her real initial, in case you thought that was really cool) said you need to see one."
I still stayed mostly calm and asked, "What does the report say?"  Let me add here, that when the first report came (I had to call them THREE weeks later to get it!),  she looked over it and told me what it said.
This time, however, she said, "I don't have that information."  And then she asked me which dr. I wanted them to fax it to.
My calmness was draining out of my body.  "What do you mean you don't have that information?  You have the report, you've read me a report before, why can't you give me an overview?"  She kept stumbling and just said I can't, it has to be one of the doctors or nurses.  So I asked, "So is there ANYONE there who can tell me what it says?", to which she replied, "No.  They've all left for the day because we close early on Wednesdays (and they do .... at noon.).  But then she said, "But the doctor you go see will go over it with you."  I had no calm left.  "Who knows when I'll be able be seen by him?!  And I'll just have to wait, knowing nothing?!".
She said, "Well, I'm going to fax it over right now and you should call them in about 20 minutes to make an appointment and then someone there should be able to go over it with you."
Thanks.

I waited an hour.  And called to make my appointment and tell them they had been faxed an ultrasound report from my dr.  She gave me an appointment for next Thursday.  It usually takes about 2 months to get in to this guy.  Then I asked if there was anyone there who could go over the report with me because I had no idea what's going on.  She said yes, my doctor's (I've seen him several times in the past) nurse could do that, so she transferred me to said nurse.
Said nurse said she was in a separate office so didn't have the report, but would have them fax it to her and then she'd call me back shortly.

And she did.  In about 30 minutes.
And gave me nothing.
She said that my MD's office had faxed over all of my records (give me a break .... that would've taken 2 whole days!) and that the report was in that.
I didn't see what difference that made and asked if she couldn't just pull the report and tell me what it said?
She said no, but that Dr. Z (also not his real initial) would go over it with me when I go in for my appointment.
And I lost it.
And started crying as I told her that appointment was over a week away and am I just supposed to freak out over this for over a week because no one will tell me ANYTHING?!!
She quickly said, "Well, let's move your appointment up."  And she did.
To Tuesday afternoon.
And that was that.

Although later that afternoon the original receptionist called and told me that she knew I was really stressed about the report, that she had thought everyone had left but that one of my doctor's had still be in her office, so she asked her about it.
And this is what she said, "The second ultrasound showed that nothing has changed.  So she needs to see somebody."

So, even though I really don't have much information to go on ..... because I don't know what they actually saw, have just heard a couple of words tossed out ..... and am not even sure they know what they actually saw ..... that still made me feel better.  Because the whole "I can't give you any information thing" only leads to very, very bad places in a person's head.

And, thankfully, I also have an appointment with my regular dr. on Tuesday ..... in the morning, a few hours before the over appointment..  And since she's not only my dr. but also a friend, she's going to tell me everything she knows, suspects ..... and thinks the other dr. might do as a "next step" so that I'm not totally in the dark when I walk into his office.
Or someone in that office will definitely be going postal.
Word up.


I'm feeling better today but yesterday, I have to admit ..... I was pissed at God.  With a capital P.
Why does it have to continue to be one freaking thing after another?  For 4 years and almost 1 month, that's exactly what it's been.  Constantly.
And I'm tired.
I'd like to just be able to sit back, be bored, enjoy my life, my children, my family, my love ..... without having something lurking over me in the background.  We seem to get past one thing ...... and BAM!  "Here, Janine ..... I, you know, God, am starting to get a bit bored so here's the next thing I'm going toss at you ..... just to screw with you ..... make you miserable, or stressed ..... or whatever.  Best of luck."

Ummmmm ..... it would appear that I might still be a bit pissed.
And I know that He's OK with that ..... my pissiness and anger.
Even if I'm not OK with Him.
He's even OK with that.

Which is a good thing .... because I don't think that's going to change for a few days.

So, I'm asking for prayers again.
For Son #2's safety, protection and success at Boot Camp.
And for my peace about this next medical item.

And, to end on a happy note ..... praise for hearing Son #2's voice last night ..... and hearing it sound calm and strong.

Thanks, Peeps.
Happy Friday.
:)