Life is not a journey in a straight line. It has these inevitable squiggles. And moments when you are washed up on the shore, looking back at the water as the tide retreats. Knowing the tide will come back in is not all that comforting, however. It rates with the comfort of "this too shall pass". Huh!
I took our eldest to a biokineticist yesterday to sort out her shocking posture. Banana would an apt description of how she sits, lies and wanders around. Knowing she has pectus excavatum meant I took the slouch for granted. Each meal time is a combination of "sit ups" and "stop slouching" and "push your shoulders back" plus of course the ever-ongoing "no farting at the table" and "no, we DON'T talk about that at dinner time, please"!
Anyway, it seems she has scoliosis or "a bent spine". And the best time to treat it is now or it will worsen by a degree per year after her growing years. Huff.
Of course I consulted Dr Google and now am persuaded we can't just leave it but do need to deal with it asap. It's a hard conclusion but, looking at my daughter's asymmetrical chest, jutting out shoulder blades, hip that is pushed forward and deep, deep dent, it's time to cut back on the nice-to-haves and keep digging deeper in the pocket that somehow, miraculously, God will have to fill again.
I am not prepared for this journey. With a neck that aches as I type. To be honest I would like to put my head on my hands and cry. Or pick up a book and lose myself in someone else's story.
This is my story now. Her story. Our story as her parents. We must choose how we will continue to write it. In x-rays and physio and maybe support groups.
Dear Lord, help us as you have walked this road already with countless others. I'm learning afresh that we do not choose our path.
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