About an hour ago I got off the phone with Meghan’s gynecologist. It seems we dodged another bullet.
Once again we got to spend about 45 seconds in a deep breath as we were told there was no evidence of malignancy in the uterine biopsy from last Friday.
There is always a “BUT…” I’ve come to expect it now. After she spoke, she paused.
I asked her why she sounded happy and hesitant at the same time.
“Well I just got off the phone with the pathologist…” and her voice trailed off.
So much was what she expected when she spoke to us Friday. But, it was still bothering her that there are polyps. And more than one.
“It just shouldn’t be…”
We’ve heard this so many times before. “It just shouldn’t be…” But, in fact it is.
So the polyps were benign. The tissue sampling was benign. This is a good thing. A very good thing.
But, this whole situation. The whole scenario that causes all sorts of conversations a 12 or 13, or even a 19 or 20 year old for that matter, should NEVER have to have, is just not ok.
There are thoughts, decisions, trade-offs, conversations, risks and benefits that make deciding on a high school seem trivial. Strange that THAT will be the toughest thing most girls her age have to do this year.
And as I look at her, it kills me inside the things she has to go through, and the thoughts she needs to think. All I can do is thank GOD, that He trusted me with this beautiful, dynamic, witty, young lady. And I promise to take good care of her until the rest of the world figures her out.