This past Tuesday, we travelled back to Iowa City for our follow up appointment for M. It started with an MRI and then off to the neurosurgery clinic. Those feelings of angst crept back into my mind thinking of what could possibly come of the appointment, but God is awesome.
I would equate it with the feeling (as we have all done it) of walking into the wrong room where you know absolutely no one and they just stare at you in silence as to ask, 'what are you doing here'. That is exactly how I felt when the neurosurgeon came into our room where we sat with Matiyas. He asked a few questions, of which Laura could explain much better than I, and only stopped short of asking the actual question as to why we came in today. Instead he led us through questions that got us to the point of him learning that Matiyas had an MRI while in Ethiopia that showed a subdural. As he looked for the images from that MRI in their system, he found that it was never uploaded from our first visit. He then proceeded to inform us of his confusion as in looking at our previous and current MRIs, that the only thing he saw was a completely normal scan... on both!
There is no subdural, there is no pressure. In a month from Ethiopia to Iowa, OUR SON WAS HEALED! PRAISE GOD!!!