Dragons.

It's hard to describe where I am right now.  On a Monday, my son had surgery on his spinal cord.  Hours later, I stood in an elevator reading the MRI report that said my daughter had an optic glioma, and two weeks to the day after that, Shilo got her wheelchair.

Six weeks and a month out, the only thing that truly affects us in our day to day is the wheelchair.  And, Shilo is doing amazingly with it.  But, something about these three events, and how they all happened together, cracked things deep inside of me.

You know how Facebook has that, 'on this day' feature? Well, it's the thing that best shows the progression of my heartache.  The early post, they're all sappy and sweet. Everything seemed like a big deal.  I posted things like, 'going to see the doctor with our bug tomorrow, feeling so nervous. Prayers are appreciated.'
But, a few years later, they're filled with the pain I lived through. Maybe others wouldn't see it. But, it's when I put on the scales.  I grabbed my dragon suit, and wore it proudly. It helped protect me from the pain of hard things. And, each time we were faced with some other horrible diagnoses, or a hospital stay, or a birth that went horribly wrong, on went that next layer.  The pain was too much, and I was determined to find a way to avoid it.

But, then the crack.  And, I watched myself become undone.  It was like the scene in 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader' where Aslan turns Eustace from a dragon back into a boy,

But the lion told me I must undress first. . . . 

I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins.  Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means.  So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good. . . .

“Then the lion said — but I don’t know if it spoke — You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

“The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was jut the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.  You know — if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place.  It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” said Edmund.

“Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass, only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me – I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on — and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again. . . .”

It's one of my favorite scenes from a book. This image of God helping us to shed those ugly hard parts of ourselves. It's painful. And, raw. But, in the end, Eustace goes from being a selfish, lying, little boy, to someone others enjoy.

Right now I feel like I'm in the raw stage. Scales were ripped off as I was bombarded with one hard thing after another.  And, I'm trying to navigate things again without my protection.  All of my emotions, both good and bad are finally being felt.  And, I love it and hate it.

Something I've realized in this is that I have to write.  It's like breathing for me.  It's my way of  trying to bring beauty to our hard.  It's what I love. So I hope to be here more. And, I'll try not to let fear prevent me from hitting the publish button.