As you know, Brandon's surgeon came out after the surgery to tell us how it went, and she had a look on her face that scared me to death. I thought she had really bad news, and I felt my heart stop. She came and sat down, and proceeded to tell us that she had begun the surgery on the upper part of Brandon's arm, she was going to do the graft. She said, "I'm sure you knew how upset I was about this, I was not happy. I didn't want him to have a graft, it would blow out the whole arm for any future use." Well, we did NOT know she was upset, she hid it very well. She said she made the first incision, and then...SHE STOPPED. She decided, AFTER already cutting into Bran's arm to begin the graft surgery, to stop and look ONE MORE TIME for a vein. That's right. She stopped after already beginning, to look again. Now remember, the ultrasound had shown that he had no vein big enough to use for a fistula/stint. When she delivered that news in our last appointment, she spent a few moments looking at his arms in the doctors office under the over-head lights there. She couldn't find anything either. But despite all that, in the operating room she decided to look one more time under the very bright lights. That's when she found a vein that was big enough. The vein is so deep in his arm that it will take a second surgery to move it up to the surface so it can be used for dialysis. How she saw it with nothing but her eyes and the bright lights...we do not know. When I asked her how in the world she spotted what the ultrasound had missed...she simply said, "I don't know." She was very apologetic about having made a small, shallow incision in Bran's arm that she didn't end up using. I assured her that IT WAS TOTALLY FINE.
What really hit me last night while laying in bed was that this uber competent surgeon stopped herself AFTER she'd started a surgery for one last ditch effort to find an un-findable vein. And she found it.
I always pray over Brandon before he goes to sleep with anesthesia. I suit up and go into the operating room with him until he's out. I put the sign of the cross on his forehead and bless him. I ask our Lord to pour out His wisdom and grace upon all the people caring for Brandon. I say, "Jesus, please be the hands and mind of the surgeon. You do this surgery, Lord."
I ask the Blessed Mother and Padre Pio to stay in the room praying over Brandon. I smooch him more than he'd normally let me... and then he usually falls asleep.
And I know many, many of you were praying with us too. Matt and I looked at one another last night and we knew, we just knew that what had happened in that operating room was a miracle. And I just wanted to share the details with you all so that you know that we move mountains, we move surgeons, and WE MOVE VEINS...when we pray together. Thank you, a million times over, THANK YOU.
Please keep praying, because we KNOW that Brandon's healing is on it's way, in God's perfect time.