Praying for Moe

I've only had three hours of sleep. RM & I was in the emergency room with Moe for several hours waiting anxiously for the doctor to give us his test results.

When Moe heard about the news of his coach's death (read about it here), the headaches that he experienced for a few days became worse. He attributed the headaches to the stress about his coach.

But when Moe struggled to find his balance and became nauseous, RM rushed him to the emergency room. They immediately admitted him and did a CAT scan, they didn't find anything- we were relieved and thought that was the end of it.

But when the doctors still looked worried and wanted to do a spinal tap to check for internal bleeding- we became very scared. I think we prayed every few minutes from the time Moe was admitted until we received the news.

It was over an hour after the spinal tap was done that we finally received the results. We hoped for the best, but braced ourselves for the worst news. I wanted to sob, but since Moe kept cracking jokes, we knew that we needed to be strong for him.

Moe said to us. "Well if I died- at least I know we'll see each other again." And when he saw our shocked reaction, he started laughing- we didn't find it funny. Our family has been known to resort to humor when we're scared or going through something difficult, but when it involves our son...it's hard.

The test results showed that there was bleeding in his brain, but it seemed to have stopped and the doctors didn't think he needed to be hospitalized. However, they don't want him to do anything strenuous and put any pressure to his head.

Moe has a followup appointment with a neurologist. I think I'll breathe a little easier until we know why this happened to him.

RM had to fly out of town for work this morning, so it was very hard for us to leave him even though the doctors and Moe assured us that he would be fine. Even as I write this post, I can't help but tear up remembering the pain that he was in and then waiting for some news from the doctor wondering what would happen to our "baby boy."

I don't know what I would do without that boy- he is my entire life.

He's had such a difficult weekend. He lost his favorite coach and then this...

When we were finally told the news, Moe looked at me and said, "Mom, it can't get any worse than this...right?" "It just has to get better, don't you think?"

I told Moe that everything from now on will keep going up. I promised him that if he continued to pray for strength, read his scriptures for continued inspiration- he would be able to handle whatever came his way.

When you say your family prayers today- keep our son in your prayers. He needs them and so do I.