Migraine!

On the way in to the city the Frova was beginning to course into blood stream. The blessing of an earplug in my right ear eased the screechy singing of Little Doves lizards song. So cute but so painful it hurt. I asked lizard to please ask Becca to use her voice and was refused by my sweet 10 year old going on four (grief pumped stress into my head) the realization of her delayed abilities and cognitive mind waves over me with a Dear God I hope she prospers and is safe in this world.
The freeway turned into parking lot 10 miles short of the hospital where Dash had an appointment. I was able to get over from the far left HOV lane to exit and then I went through the city streets. It is good to have lived here for twenty five years. I know my way around the mess. Arriving a few minutes early I was able to do some joint compressions for Little Dove. Her morning sitting still class is causing here to have some sensory issues that can be quite disruptive and annoying. So she and Dash were properly tickled too. After two games of crazy eights we went into his therapy. Little dove was calm! ya! she sat and wrote her novel. Dash was showing stress and complained that he was the only one in the family that had to do therapy. I reminded him that they both had occupational therapy next moth because the sabbatical is almost over.
We faced double apt. on Thursday and the therapst had an "unheard of" opening at 2pm so we could us the 2:30 slot to see the optomitrist. This is not for a vision test but for a test that may determine the Ushers Sydrome. I may find out whether or not my sone will be going blind. The pain that stikes me even at the typing of this curls my face and pounds in my head. I may find out that there is no definative and we are to walk yet in the perpetual unknown, only to face quarterly retests like the hearing studies every 3 months. What ifs robe my very tummy rest is waves like the stormy tempest right now. He is so beautiful and I am so glad we adopted him and that He is my son. No regrets on that. I simply long for Him to prosper in the true life.
I cant even type the b/deaf. It hurts. I hurt for him. What if not?? WHAT IF NOT? WHAT IF NOT NOT NOT NOT. Gods hand is on this boy and this woman. What love there is in that!