Monday, June 25, 2012
This morning I got to meet a woman here in town whose daughter has acondroplasia. She's almost eleven, so they are not going to be friends, but at least she and Belalu can know each other. And it means a lot to me to have another mother I can call and meet for coffee if I need guidance, support, or just a sympathetic ear.
The friend that introduced us did not know the woman well, but facilitated our meeting anyway, which was very sweet. She had asked me last week if I would be interested, and I said of course. A day later J was driving around town thinking "I just need a sign that Belalu is going to be ok," and saw this woman and her daughter walking down the street. He pulled the car over and introduced himself, explaining he had a daughter recently diagnosed with hypo. Luckily, my friend had already talked to her, so she wasn't completely weirded out by the random guy stopping his car on the street. It all seems so fortuitous. They have been here as long as we have, in our not-so-small-town, and yet we meet now. My friend said something today in this regard that really struck a chord with me about how people come into our lives when we need them to.
The other big event today is the call I got from the geneticist's office confirming the hypo diagnosis. I asked her assistant, the one who called me, about Belalu being referred to Dr. Pauli in Madison, and he said that he used to work with him and that he would check. He called back and said she could see him after we got back. Tomorrow I've got yoga and the sauna in the morning and my sweet friends are treating me to a pedicure in the afternoon.
I'm feeling a lot of gratitude today.