Getting some much needed rest

Timmy is still struggling with his cold! And that, folks, is a big blessing!

It may be 3 months ago, but it still seems so real and vivid to me. We were bringing Timmy home, glad, scared, hopeful, concerned, knowing we were doing the right thing, but questioning if we were up to the task and if it was good for Timmy. The words of the cardiologist and surgeon rung in our ears. "Your son might live months, he might live years." "It's not years." We didn't need the second comment, but we are glad it was shared anyway. We maintained our trust in God through those days and through coming home, but there was a darkness that hung over us. We communicated with the funeral home - planning on providing them business sooner rather than later. We prepared ourselves physically, spiritually and emotionally the best we could for what we knew was coming. The only hint we were given was that the end would probably come when he caught a cold or something similar. His little heart wouldn't be able to handle it and his body was so frail a simple illness would take his life.

And that is where the blessing comes in. Life has no guarantees and this illness could take his life. A bus could run me over as I walk across the street next Tuesday. But we have today. And today, my little fighter is fighting off a cold we were told he couldn't fight off. At times, it looks like he is losing, but most of the time, it appears he is winning. Especially when his sister puts him to sleep and the medications help keep him there to let his body fight. Right now - his pulse has slowed back down to normal, his temperature has gone down, and his breathing is just slightly more labored than normal. And we are blessed!