As if I wasn't already emotionally drained, Billy needed me to bring Graham to a lab to have a genetics test done. It seems that the developmental pediatrician thought that, given the fact that he has both the heart defect and a speech disorder, he should be tested for 22q11, a genetic anomaly. Since he put this in his report to NZ, we knew they would demand it be done so our poor, sweet Graham had to have his blood drawn. He's so funny! He fussed at the tech saying, "He made a hole in my body!"
I started reading a little on the net about this 22q11 but decided to cross that bridge if need be after reading "Microdeletions in chromosomal region 22q11.2 are associated with a 20 to 30-fold increased risk of schizophrenia". Plus, assuming that a positive result would certainly nix our chance of being granted residence AND since Billy and I are certain we are going, the result will most certainly be negative.
Through the emotions of this day... okay, this year, God gave me the following prayer:
This veil of grief that blocks my sight
Oh Father God, please help me fight
Your plan for me I know's divine
Not my will, Lord, but only Thine
You weep with me while my heart breaks
But You know, God, that which awaits
Dim not my faith, keep me yet strong
Through these days both hard and long
My feet I will on path to stay
Knowing that You lead the way
Desires of my heart, just one
To glorify both Father... Son
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