An Open Letter from Ezra to YOU!

Hello, Ezra here,

Gramma invited me to write a letter to you in her blog this week. 

Like Gramma, I’m an extrovert so I always like meeting new friends. So here’s a bit about me, and I look forward to hearing about you too.

Have you ever gotten to fly all the way across the country in your own personal jet? I did!

Last week with my Mommy, two pilots, a nurse, and 2 EMTs, I flew from California to Pennsylvania.

 

The morning started with a rather boring ambulance ride (#4 in the last 8 weeks) from UCLA’s Mattel Children’s Hospital to the Van Nuy’s airport. Mommy rode with me. Daddy and my GREAT Aunt Ruth Ellen met us at the airport to see us off and take pictures. I guess I’m not going to remember all this hoop-la, so I need lots of pictures.

On the way to Pennsylvania, the EMTs would check my blood sugar levels and give me those yucky meds. Mom got to hold me a lot and I really liked that part. I worked hard to make everyone smile. We stopped in Tulsa, OK to re-fuel. I had never been to Tulsa before.

Gramma and my Nana followed my jet on their computers. I bet others did too.

Finally we arrived in Philadelphia. Ambulance #5 was waiting to whisk us off to CHOP (Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia). Really ambulance rides are not all that exciting. Mine don’t put on those blinking lights or loud sirens. I guess I’m just not all that special.

I really like my new digs at CHOP. The doctors here are great. They decided I didn’t need to take those awful tasting meds two times each day. That won my heart right away.

Even my shots are easier here. They use teeny-tiny needles that I hardly feel. I don’t even cry. You know, I am 7 months old now.

The big reason I’m at CHOP happens in 5 days on July 14. Those really great doctors are going to do surgery on my pancreas. Just 8 weeks ago I didn’t know I had a pancreas. And what is surgery anyway? The hope is that this will cure

my Hyperinsulinism … that genetic thing I was born with. The doctors are going to give me medicine so that I will take a nap through it all. I think that is a good thing.

I guess the doctors won’t know how big the surgery will be until they see that pancreas thing. And that will decide how long I need to stay at CHOP recovering. But it will be into August anyway.

Mommy and Daddy, my big brother and sister, my Gramma and Grandpa, my Nana and Poppa are praying for me, my family, my doctors and lots of other things.

Will you pray for me too?

*for wisdom and skill for my doctors.

*that I’d only need the easiest surgery.

*that I’d recover well.

*for peace for my Mommy and Daddy and all those others who love me so much. 

My latest accomplishment!

If I was a little older, I’d probably be scared, but I’m not older and I’m not scared. I’m a little child, so trust is my default.

And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, "Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:2-4 

Thank you – I’ll be sure and let you know how I’m doing.

Love, Ezra

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,

the fruit of the womb a reward.

Psalm 127:3