One More Day

I'm not really sure what I want to accomplish with this post. I do know that my heart strings have been pulled and I feel a little broken inside.

Last night I received an email from the Pearson Early Childhood PTA president about an open position. The cause for the need is what caught my eye. Apparently, the mom who had filled the treasury position had to take a leave due to a family situation. Then, Amy asked us to pray for this family. She directed us to their website: http://roehfamily.blogspot.com/.

Now, some of you may skip over this and think it has nothing to do with you. I get that. You don't know this family. I don't know this family. But then, you consider the situation.

I read this email last night close to midnight, and I cried and prayed for the longest time. This mother just found out recently that her 18-month old, Rebecca, has mitochondrial disease. From my understanding, the body's "power houses(the mitochondria)" don't function properly, so basically you have no energy. Failure to thrive is what essentially happens and eventually, all organs shut down. There are different degrees of this disease and different diseases within the realm of mitochondrial disorders. For this particular little girl, she's been diagnosed as terminally ill. They're trying to get their daughter to a specialist before she goes home, but they're not sure she will even make it until then (January 20th) or be strong enough/well enough to travel to receive treatment. There is no cure for this/these diseases, but doctors can extend life spands with diets/vitamins/elimination of stress/etc. But, this mother's twin daughters also have this disease. They're four. One of the unique things about their particular disease is that "a child with mitochondrial disease can go from relatively healthy to fatally ill in a matter of a day."

I guess I'm just asking people to pray for this little family. I'm thinking of so many of my friends who have lost little babies or siblings. I'm thinking of Bring the Rain (http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/)". I'm thinking of my babies. I'm wondering how I would live each day with my children, if I knew it might be their last. How could I let them drift into sleep without just one more kiss, one more hug, one more "I wove you, Mom" or "You're my best friend, Mom", or soothing their cheek?

Last night and today, I have felt so grateful to Heavenly Father for blessing me with healthy children. We have had our ups and downs and hospital runs with them, but they've always pulled through.

My testimony has also been strengthened about the power of the Atonement in our lives. The Savior has PERFECT empathy for each of us. He knows our pains, our weaknesses, our joys, our strengths, our sorrows, sins, EVERYTHING. Heavenly Father has a plan for each of us. Our days are numbered, and He knows when it's the right time to call us home. I have faith in His plan. It certainly doesn't mean that the separation is not hard or difficult. But He is aware of each of us. I testifty of this to you.

Please pray for this family and visit their website.