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Tuesday, December 25, 2007
One Small Miracle
Our cardiologist was looking at my daughter’s heart yesterday. The small black laptop screen burst into rainbow colors, lighting the route where blood flows through and out of her left ventricle, delivering oxygen-rich blood down the pathways of her sweet little body and most of the vital organs.
My daughter, dreamily working on a lollipop, was unfazed by the gooey sonogram wand rotating around her tiny chest.
“Huh,” muttered our dear doctor, herself a mother of three and all-around hero.
She repeated her swirling motion from a few different directions. She then had Emily endure an EKG, an electrical activity check using 16 sticky patches clipped onto arms, legs and body. She measured again with the echocardiogram wand, fanning across the faded scar bisecting her upper torso.
“It’s really kind of surprising” Dr. Lisa noted mildly.
The measurement of Emily’s enduring congenital difficulty, a too small and torn heart valve, the number that calls out – time for another surgery – is the amount of thickening of a the left wall of her heart, a guaranteed consequence of her heart’s strenuous effort at forcing the blood through a flawed gateway. Since my daughter is now two years old, having grown at the highest rate children do, we’ve been vigilantly waiting for the number that will send us back to the hospital for the next surgery.
“No change, none at all."
The tiniest gift, a sliver, a zero millimeter perfect Christmas miracle, my little one hasn’t taken one step toward surgery. More time for her to stay in our gorgeous now, where Emily has forgotten hospital smells, poking doctors and pain. No matter how brief, we are living with a goofy, curly-haired miracle.
From our family to yours, in celebration of whatever bounty of health and harmony you all are having right now, Happy Holidays.
By Avvy Mar
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My daughter, dreamily working on a lollipop, was unfazed by the gooey sonogram wand rotating around her tiny chest.
“Huh,” muttered our dear doctor, herself a mother of three and all-around hero.
She repeated her swirling motion from a few different directions. She then had Emily endure an EKG, an electrical activity check using 16 sticky patches clipped onto arms, legs and body. She measured again with the echocardiogram wand, fanning across the faded scar bisecting her upper torso.
“It’s really kind of surprising” Dr. Lisa noted mildly.
The measurement of Emily’s enduring congenital difficulty, a too small and torn heart valve, the number that calls out – time for another surgery – is the amount of thickening of a the left wall of her heart, a guaranteed consequence of her heart’s strenuous effort at forcing the blood through a flawed gateway. Since my daughter is now two years old, having grown at the highest rate children do, we’ve been vigilantly waiting for the number that will send us back to the hospital for the next surgery.
“No change, none at all."
The tiniest gift, a sliver, a zero millimeter perfect Christmas miracle, my little one hasn’t taken one step toward surgery. More time for her to stay in our gorgeous now, where Emily has forgotten hospital smells, poking doctors and pain. No matter how brief, we are living with a goofy, curly-haired miracle.
From our family to yours, in celebration of whatever bounty of health and harmony you all are having right now, Happy Holidays.
By Avvy Mar
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