As we are about to start the week, I am a huge ball of crazy nerves. I know in my heart that this next couple of weeks will be fine, and God has His hand on Silas, his medical team and the whole process. The nerves won’t fully hit me until after Ryan and I hand Silas over to the surgical team and sit down together without him in that waiting room. I was talking to a friend earlier, and was reminded that surgeries never get easier, even as brave and confident as you want to be about it. But I know Silas needs this and the only choice we have is to head to Philadelphia and pray that he comes home a better and more improved him. I have a lot of faith in that outcome.
We recently received some wonderful news as far as our trip goes. When I was contacted by our local social services department a few weeks ago, the last thing I ever thought I would hear is that there was a possibility of our lodging being fully funded, and the gas to get there as well. After all, we had booked our hotel with the lowest rate we could find as high as $139 per night, and 15 miles from the hospital (which would probably take us over an hour to get there). We had also been approved for a Host Home (staying with a family in the area) and were also offered a place to stay with someone Silas’ therapist knows – both being about 20-25 miles away.
Then one morning I picked up the ringing phone to be greeted by a sweet woman calling with a few questions. She was asking about Silas’s certification through a program we haven’t used in well over a year which helps with the cost of traveling to and from appointments for children with lots of medical needs. She called to re-certify us and had asked if we would be traveling farther than normal anytime in the near future, since those types of trips require a different kind of form. I jokingly mentioned Philadelphia and St. Louis and how we would be going out of state multiple times in the next 6 months, not thinking there was anything they could really do to offer help in those areas. After becoming interested and asking me several questions pertaining to the trips and lodging, as well as asking for contact information to the hospital, she enthusiastically said she’d be back in touch.
Over the next several days, she kept in touch and gave us some encouraging news that we’d possibly have some help with the cost of lodging and gas for this next trip. What we weren’t expecting to hear was a phone call from a social worker at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia saying that after speaking with the sweet woman here in Stokes county, that she’d reached out to a nonprofit organization in Philly called The Kolbe Fund, which would be sponsoring us and funding our stay at the hotel just across the street from the hospital for our first 10 days there. I heard from our local department a few days later, saying they would be funding the next 10 days in the same hotel as well as helping us with gas up and back.
One thing that has been most difficult for me on this journey is laying down my pride and letting others help us. I am completely undeserving, but I am humbled and grateful that this help is available so that Silas can get the best care there is available to his unique needs. Ryan and I were feeling very overwhelmed but so much help opened up for us, and it is without a doubt a blessing we will never forget.
Wednesday morning we drop Carson off at school and head out on the road for Philly. Oh how we will miss him. I know he will be fine and in his element here, with family and his school that loves him. With less stress on our shoulders than before, I am reminded that this village of people we have surrounding us is God’s way of saying He will take care of us. Not just us as in my family, but us as in everyone; His children. I can’t wait to see how in the future He will use us to give back and be a blessing to others in the way so many have been a blessing to us.