My handsome boy, last summer, just before his tenth birthday. Lord, please heal him! B woke up with a fever again. Oh me oh my. When will my dear child feel well? One friend pointed out how he's been such a trooper through all this yuck. He's done his school work. Gone on quick trips to town (and stayed in the vehicle so other children wouldn't be exposed). He's had a really sweet attitude, even when he's miserable. She said he won't know what to do when his energy returns and he's fever free. There will be no stopping him.
He came up to give me another hug in the kitchen, "I love you, Mom." "Oh, buddy, I love you too. I wish you felt better. It's been five weeks now." "Yeah, but it feels like a year, Mom."
Bless his little heart. And bless all the hearts of children and parents who are facing terminal illnesses. I don't know how any one goes through that and I pray that I never find out.
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I am so sorry he is still sick :( Huge hugs to you all!
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