A pediatrician who took us seriously the first time, consulted neurosurgeons, gave us his cell phone number, made things happen at Children's on Monday, checked in frequently, and prayed for us.
A MRI tech who called neurosurgeons before the tests were even done.
A good hospital.
Grandparents who meet you in the lobby of the hospital and keep your kids laughing while you freak out.
Friends who will pick up our other daughter from school and spoil her as long as needed.
Friends who will adopt our dog for as long as needed.
Grandparents and family who will drop everything (and some cash) and fly here to be with us.
For dozens of people gathering to pray for Aidyn the night before surgery.
For dozens of people who came to the hospital and prayed during surgery. Picture about 15 people, on their knees (not kidding), in a big circle outside of surgery waiting, interceding for Aidyn.
For the hundreds of people across the country we know and don't know who have been praying this week.
That the tumor "presented itself" to the surgeons. No searching around a twisted spinal cord needed.
That the tumor was firmer than they expected, which means it probably has been growing slowly and is less aggressive. Seemed like a bit of a surprise to the surgeons.
For hugs that last longer than normal.
For friends' tears--not because of sentiment, or for us, but because they deeply love
Aidyn.
For movement and breathing in recovery.
For neursurgeons (several) who stopped by often and have taken the time to answer all of our questions (some more than once).
For connections with a couple of the nurses here (friends of friends).
That Gary & Ann know personally the pediatric neuro pathologist who will be studying Aidyn's tumor over the next few days.
For a God who has been patient with our wrestling with Him... gracious to our daughter... and understanding that our love of Him is not always as unconditional as it should be.
And most recently... for hand-delivered Thanksgiving leftovers!