I woke up this morning, on the couch.
My back was surely paying the price. I was once again booted from my comfy side of the bed by 2 very cute little boys in the wee hours of the morning.
I don’t mind really, as long as I have a place to curl up I really don’t care where I sleep.
So, I woke up this morning, went about my routine and as I stood over the griddle waiting for those pancakes, I was taken back to a tiny hospital room in Brenner Children’s Hospital 8 years ago. You see, 8 years ago, I sat in a very uncomfortable chair about 20 weeks pregnant, a cold rain pouring from the sky almost like tears. The Lord only knows all the tears that we poured out the night before. I watched my very sick 2 1/2 year old baby sleep in an oversized hospital bed.
I sat there with tears silently rolling down my face. I hadn’t slept much in the 24 hours prior and the exhaustion was beginning to show. Brac had gone down for a spinal tap and bone marrow aspiration earlier in the morning and we were waiting… waiting on the results that we knew the answer to already.
Later in the day the team of doctors would come in and tell us that he did have Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia and that they would start treatment immediately.
The next 3 1/2 years are a busy, blurry mess of appointments and long hospital stays, sticks and anesthesia, vomit pales and physical therapy, more sticks and quarantine… that was probably what made the treatment so drawn out…. the hours spent alone in a tiny room.
But this morning, my boy slowly walked into the kitchen awaiting his waffles, 117 pounds of bulk and muscle, a healthy, happy, wicked smart 10 year old, who loves doing math problems for fun. He came into the kitchen singing “Victory is Mine” and without another worry or care in the world.
He knows he was once sick, but his memories are pretty faded and for that we are thankful. We pray for the children that are diagnosed every day. We know that the sad truth is, not all kids see Christmas again. Not all kids get to go home. While we spent 3 Thanksgivings and Christmas’ in the hospital some children will be there this year. Braxton knows of his blessings and he knows to never ever take a day for granted.
We found the silver lining all through his treatment. We made the best of every nasty day, of every set back and we were always positive knowing that there was indeed an end in sight.
November 10th 2017, I am most Thankful. Thankful for healthy, happy, crazy kids. The ones that make my world go round.