When our first grandson was born in October of 2007, both our family and our daughter in law's family rejoiced at his arrival. We could not wait to see him, touch him and love him. In the midst of all the excitement, though, a word came from the doctor that something was not quite right. He had a larger than average head size, and the pediatrician ordered tests to be done right away. To all of us, he was perfect in every way a gift from the hand of God, so what could be wrong?
After MRI's and CT scans, an evaluation by a doctor at All Children's Hospital, and other tests, we heard some large meaningless words: polymicrogyria and megalencephaly. After further pursuit by my son and daughter-in-law, the diagnosis of MPPH Syndrome (Megalencephaly, Perisylvian Polymicrogyria, hydrocephalus) was given to him.
Such big words for such a tiny boy named Branson. What the doctors began to explain was that as a result of a birth defect, our grandson's brain did not fully develop. It was very rare and he was one of 15 children so affected in the world. His head was larger than normal and he might eventually require a shunt to relieve any fluid build up on the brain.
This week, we have been on vacation with our family at the beach. Watching Branson do an army crawl across the beach to get the toys he wanted to play with humbled me. His determination, his perseverance brought to my mind the verse in I Timothy 6:12: "Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and about which you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses." Branson is fighting the good fight daily. Obstacles do not stymie him. He keeps reaching for new goals. Stretching his overly tight muscles on his leg and hand that are affected by his neurological problems is not comfortable. He doesn't like it, but he goes through it with the aid of his loving parents.
Each day, we watch another wrapping come off the surprise package that is our little Branson. There is no greater joy in life than seeing his sweet, patient smile. He has taught us all so many lessons...especially me. His perseverance reminds me that we are in a fight - the good fight of the faith in Christ. If we are ever tempted to whine or complain, lets remember Branson a child born to teach us all about perseverance and determination. Selah!
I welcome your comments here. Please feel free to share your story of perseverance or to leave an encouraging word.