Ten years ago, my twins were entering this world. We expected them with great anticipation and after many ultrasounds, and some concern about their size difference, the moment had finally arrived. Our baby girls made their entrance and all seemed perfect.
We expected no less.
I would like to say it was magical
The phrase: “God doesn’t give us more than we can handle” is twisted scripture. I believe God gives us what He can handle – we just have to be willing to let Him handle it.
What does that mean? It means I am living a great life, in spite of chronic trial.
The jack hammer pounded the garage floor all day. Periodically, a saw blade screeched and the jack hammer took a brief rest. Next, the old floor was broken up and carried away by the bucket full, into the trailer and then driven to the landscape place and tossed into the awaiting pile. Saw, jack hammer, gather, fill, load, drive, unload, and drive back. It was back-breaking,
The Neurologist slid a piece of paper across table containing information about what could happen to Annie. Hearing that TSC was a disorder with a broad spectrum of how it affects an individual meant that there was hope that Annie would be normal if she were to be at the mild end of the spectrum. I was shaken but hopeful, and no doubt in denial.