Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I am grateful for this quote:


"Women of God can never be like the women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."
Sis Margaret D. Nadauld

This quote is sustaining me as I work through many challenging PTA President duties.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Holy Ghost is real!

Around 9:30 p.m. on Saturday night, the ER doctor at the hospital explained to me that there were many viruses that mimicked the appendicitis-like symptoms my six year old daughter was exhibiting.  I couldn't blame him for thinking she only had a virus.  It was hard to believe that the happy, bouncy little girl we saw before us was, only an hour ago, doubled over in excruciating pain.  I immediately felt very foolish for bringing my daughter into the ER, but then the doctor asked, "Would you like her to give a urine sample to rule out a urinary tract infection, or would you like her blood drawn to examine her white blood count, or would you like to have an ultra sound ordered?" I inwardly chuckled because I felt like I was ordering from some kind of medical fast food menu, but really this was no laughing matter.  The ER doctor didn't sound too keen about the ultrasound option because of the length of time it would take to round up the ultrasound tech, and he also felt that the chances of finding the appendix in an ultrasound was low.  As he spoke, it hit me how completely in control and out of control I was.  The decisions for my daughter's care depended on me and my minuscule amount of medical knowledge.  Thank goodness I had my sister, a nurse, with me, or I would have walked away when they suggested putting a needle in my daughter's arm.  And thank goodness my sister had a close friend who was an ultrasound tech, so I could call her and pick her brain about the chances of finding an appendix in a little, thin 6 year old girl ... which turns out to be remarkably high. 

Continually throughout the night, a quote by Sis Beck fluttered through my mind, "This is when revelation hits reality."  I really only had one option, and that was to pray and listen for His guidance.  As the night wore on, it became very apparent to me that I was being prompted to ask for an ultrasound for my daughter.  Miraculously the ultrasound became the only piece of evidence that definitively diagnosed what the problem was ... acute appendicitis. We were checked into the children's hospital by 4 a.m. on Sunday, and surgery began at 9:00 a.m. 

I know the Holy Ghost is real.