Miracles...

Don't always happen the way we dream about them happening. They happen in the most unique of ways. Jenni went in for surgery this morning, and being that I work at the hospital, I was able to track her during the morning on the pt board they have set up throughout the hospitals. Every pt is assigned a number so you can watch their progress; whether they are in surgery then, or in recovery, etc. Well, I saw she was in surgery finally, and then checked back, and she was STILL in surgery, and then her aunt texted me really bad news. They halted everything, because once they were in there, they found a mass. A large mass. This mass extends from her fallopian tube, up to her liver. They say it is huge. Massive. About the size of a basketball. Divine intervention for sure. So, obviously this mass takes priority over her bypass, and she will consult with the obgyn surgeon this week, and get a game plan.

Obviously she is scared, and petrified. Obviously she is pained, and feels robbed. She doesn't know if this is cancer, they don't think it appears to be, but the pathology tests they will run next week will tell her for sure. I feel so terrible for her, but OH SO GRATEFUL that this was found this way. All of the time, and effort she put into having this surgery, and if she hadn't, this mass would have killed her. I want to post a link to her blog here, but I need to ask her first. She is the most courageous girl I know. I love her so much.