|Brandon’s Helmet – and how God, through my son’s teacher, --- provided.|
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That was then, this is now...2013.
Exactly a decade later.
During that time we've had many cycles of seizures to deal with. More stitches, more staples, more broken teeth that had to be repaired. Another fitting for a bigger helmet. More moments of him defying death in falling from places that should have killed him, but didn't. More heart-stopping moments when Brandon did stop breathing and needed to be revived by CPR.
We've rejoiced in the few years that were seizure-free during that time. Oh how precious they were. Those years when we were allowed the luxury of just dealing with autism. Crazy without the chaos.
And now, during the last three years of the relentless seizure-cycle he has been in, we've once again experienced how God provides.
This past seizure-cycle has been epic. Oh, allow me to stop for a moment and just savor that. This. past. seizure. cycle. Past. Whenever we go more than a few weeks without a seizure, we officially retire that seizure-cycle. The great seizure-cycle of 2010 is now over. Done. Past. History. And with good riddance. It has taken the greatest toll on him, and us, simply because of the myriad of other health issues that have been going on at the same time. Chronic viral issues, chronic yeast issues. Flare-up's from the chronic gastrointestinal issues. And as is always the case with autism, who knows what else is going on that we haven't figured out yet. I hate to admit having had such thoughts, but I have had dreams where I had to try and find the words to share with those who have prayed so hard, tried to help us so much, that Brandon did not recover from a seizure. That's how bad some of those seizure clusters were. But as I wrote about in my "Letter to satan" -- with each of those very bad seizures, God said no..... It wasn't Brandon's time yet.
As we do with all other seizure-cycle "exit interviews" - we now pause and reflect on just how great God is. Just how much he provided for us, though not in the form we had hoped in him stopping the seizures. When we wanted. How he was there with us each step of the way. From the abundance of prayers from faithful family and friends, the bountiful harvest of support from our autism community, the advice, suggestions, --- all of it making us feel that our son was their son too, - to realizing just how strong the bonds of our faith are, in at times being the only thing that held our marriage and our sanity together through a very, very tough three years.
With the seizure-cycle from the above story from 2003, God provided a teacher for Brandon who would get him ready to wear a helmet. For nine long months, summer months at that, Brandon had to wear that helmet every waking moment.
With this past seizure-cycle, God provided a physician for Brandon who would help implement the treatments necessary to help his body heal and not have to react with seizures. And he provided a friend even more bold and relentless than his seizures -- who would bring Brandon and that physician together.
Once again, perfect timing, from a perfect God, who perfectly provides.
I just have to marvel at that.
And at how prayer always - always works like a pebble thrown in a pond. It's ripples extending further and further and getting more powerful - finally ending in provision. In one form or another.
For us last time, a helmet.
For us this time, a physician.
For us each time, God's provision.
Just as he promised.
And just as he has always delivered.
Written in 2013 by Michelle M. Guppy