Freakin' out a bit

A few months ago, I wound up in the ER with chest pains. I swear I was having a heart attack. After an overnight stay at the hospital, never-ending tests & becoming a human pin cushion it was determined that I was merely suffering from GERD – gastroesophageal reflux disease. Basically, heart burn w/ a charley horse cramp in your esophagus. No biggie, right? Take some Tums & call it a day.

I'll admit, that's been all I've needed to do. Every so often I'll have a slight flair up. I'll take Prilosec for a few days & then it's better. Except for the past few days. Maybe it's stress, maybe I'm not eating right. Who knows.... all I know is that I have been having an attack for the past 4 days – mornings & evenings.

Like every other stubborn PITA in the world, I finally called and made an appointment. Not sure what I was thinking, but it certainly didn't involve blood work & specialists. However, as I'm walking out of my appointment today, I start to really digest what the doctor has told me.
Now, I know this is all routine and I am quite certain there is NOTHING wrong, but hearing the words 'esophageal cancer' scared the poop out of me! I am NOT diagnosed with it!!!! Please know that. I am simply going to a specialist so that they can do a scope & rule it out – along with Barrett's syndrome.

The word cancer really freaks you out. I mean, wouldn't it freak you out? You start thinking of treatments & hair loss, feeling sick & survival rates. Of course, I'm Googling the heck out of it.
In my heart of hearts, I know that all is well. This testing is just a precaution. God is with me no matter what the outcome and it's all in His control. That thought helps ease the fear a little bit.... but I am human with an active imagination.

For now, I am praying that God gives me the patience until I get the official diagnosis, the peace of knowing that He is with me every step of the way.

In the meantime, I also have to go to an allergist to find out what could have caused my anaphylactic back in April while on vacation. I'll be armed with an Epipen & Benedryl for now. Then it's off to another specialist to find out what I'm allergic to. Talk about becoming a human pin cushion!!

In other news, in just 6 short days, Chelsea will turn 11. I can't believe it! She's growing up so fast, right before my eyes, but I'm loving every minute of it. It's SO much fun to see her personality develop more & more - seeing a little of me, a little of Craig & even a little bit of my sister, Christa.

I'm off to finish working...... (shh)

Many blessings,
Allison

My heart is breaking...

...and I don't know why!!!

I'm sitting here, watching is silly movie (13 going on 30) and am in near tears. Clearly it isn't the movie that's making me weepy. But if that's not it, then what is it?

I probably should chalk it all up to lack of sleep. Chelsea has been sick for the past 24 hours. She didn't sleep at all last night - maybe a total of 3 hours. She was up all night vomiting & diarrhea. She couldn't even go to school today. She can't keep anything down. We finally called the pediatrician. They called in some meds and, of course, Chelsea is now fast asleep (before taking the meds). I guess we won't wake her.

I know this isn't a serious illness. But she's not acting like herself. I wouldn't really say listless, but she's not her spunky self. My heart breaks for her. I'm worried. Once she takes the meds, if she still can't keep anything down, then she will have to go to the ER. I think that's what has me freaked.

I'm a tired & worried Mom.

He's in control,
Allison