A Wednesday of revelation

Well, today we did the genetic testing. I have decided I will not be going back to San Antonio. Yesterday the geneticist's office called three times, and still today they held us to "confirm" insurance. We had chosen to go to this particular physician because we'd seen him while Penn was in the NICU, and he "had" our 1.25 hour conversation information about our family history...today he didn't come prepared and began asking us that same questions...Brad was a little perturbed. He also said (physician) that we never had to go all the way to SA to get the test done. Our physician at home could have ordered the test to be done and sent off from his office!!! Well, they could have interviewed us over the phone to find out what the appointment was for.. He also asked us how Penn was doing. We explained and he didn't seem overly empathetic/sympathetic. In the end he said he had expected to see the child. Okay, enough of San Antonio...getting the heck out of that armpit!

Also realized that in the short last two years of tragedy striking us, God has a message for us. He is going to bring us to our knees so that we will rely solely on him. Well, we are going to begin going to church on Sunday. We always talk about it, and never do it. This time we called Brad's grandmother and we have to go through with it now or she'll never let us hear the end of it. It is where Penn's memorial service was, so we will have a special connection. Hopefully life will be given to us again!