The other day I was at the grocery store in line for the check out. The man behind me had a little basket of stuff so I sent him ahead of me. He said, "Oh, I appreciate it...my granddaughter is in the hospital and I'm just exhausted and needing to get home."
We began talking about grandchildren and showing pics, as grandparents are wont to do. He said that his daughter was finally home but his new granddaughter was still in the hospital at twelve days old. She had been having seizures with no explanation. He told more of the story and we all listened and adored his pictures, as you do at such times.
At some point I said how optimistic I felt because his granddaughter was at Cardinal Glennon Children's Hospital, one of the foremost children's hospitals in the nation. As a teaching hospital, Cardinal Glennon offers excellent and innovative pediatric care. We are fortunate to have it here in
St. Louis and available to our children.
Grandpa's reply to this, God is good. We welcome your prayer.
Everyone else said that they would pray for the infant.
I stood there with a look of concern and support on my face and said I'm grateful for the highly-trained specialists at CGCH and I'll be thinking of all of you...
I accepted the look, knowing I would never, ever be able to even pretend to pray...and certainly not to a god that gave a newborn seizures.
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