Category: Kate

The mystery of what’s going on with Kate continues.

We met with a specialist at Cincinnati Children’s this morning, and while we aren’t 100% sure what she has, it looks like she has eosinophilic GI disease. Basically, that means that her body is producing too many of a certain type of white blood cell, which is then causing inflammation in her digestive tract.

But, it might not be that. It might be a parasitic infection, or the beginning of something else. We’re not sure yet.

Kate was hoping to walk away from today’s appointment with a clear diagnosis and directions for what to do or not do, and to be done with it. That’s not what happened, though, and she’s a little discouraged.

I am trying to stay away from the Google.

I feel good that we’re on the right track, and I feel incredibly fortunate that we are close to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, which is THE best place to be treated for these things. So there are definitely positives… I just wish none of this was happening at all.

Last Sunday it hit me – I’m a Chreaster.

Here it was Easter, and I hadn’t been to church since Christmas.

My family goes to church just about every Sunday, but I have gotten out of the habit of going with them. And to be perfectly honest – I was ok with that. Because here’s my dirty little secret – I really, really enjoy that hour and a half alone in my house. Once a week “me” time. Coffee, Pinterest, and CBS Sunday Morning – it’s a winning combination.

However, last week when I did actually make my bi-annual appearance, something had changed.

Kate had changed.

Somehow, while I’ve been lounging around, she’s gone from a little girl who used church time to catch up on her coloring projects to a girl who gets it. I watched in amazement as she followed along with the readings, paid close attention to the sermon, sang hymns with a strong voice, and prayed.

I was so enthralled with watching her that I couldn’t tell you one word of Sunday’s church service. But I’m sure Kate could.

I was so, so proud of her.

She’s grown so much, and I’ve missed it. I haven’t been a part of it, and I’ve been sending her a message that it doesn’t matter to me. But her faith and her spiritual development do matter to me – a lot. And, frankly, it’s time to sweep the cobwebs out of the corners of my own.