Every Little Thing is Gonna Be Alright

My daughter had fallen down the stairs twice in one week. I honestly thought it was because she was texting while going down the stairs. Teenagers and their cell phones. Yet the last time she fell I was having this odd feeling, a still small voice was telling me to have her go to the doctor. She had been experiencing very odd bealth problems. Eye infections, itching all over her body so bad that she would hold a fork at night and scratch her body. I remember holding her, praying and crying as she laid in bed crying.

Being 18, I could not manage her healthcare anymore. I was just feeling uneasy. I was going through a really difficult time divorving the kids father. It was ugly, exhaustinng, and I was filled with anxiety at every moment. My kids couldn't help feel the tension, anxiety, and pain I was in. I thought that maybe it was my anxiety that was causing me to be so worried. My daughter decided to go to urgent care, I was thankful. She had gone so many times about the health issues she was experiencing. The doctors told her it was anxiety, depression, that she was just having all the problems because of the divorce.

Marissa was sore in her rib area from falling. She had an xray done. A couple days later she got a call from Kaiser. I sat in her bedroom as they discussed her findings. It seemed there was a mass in the lung area. It appeared to be the size of a golf ball between her heart and lung. The doctor made an appointment to get in and go over the findings. The air in the room seemed to weigh down on my lungs as my child went over the news from the doctor. I tried to stay in control and not let the words I heard send me in a spiral of anxiety for my child.