It’s
that time again. Off to the med center
day tomorrow for what we are praying is our final MRI trip. We would ask for your prayers, as our entire
household has been deeply under the weather with the flu this past week and we
are just now barely on the mend enough to get through this type of
excursion. We are grateful that Asa is
first on the docket in the morning, which unfortunately means we have to get up
long before dawn, but thankfully means that we are not sitting waiting all day
long with a ravenous toddler, just stuck in a waiting area with a sleepy
one. We also have an eye appointment
after our MRI to look at Asa’s eye that does not drain properly as a result of
the anti-viral given to him in such high doses when he was critically ill with
adenovirus. Tomorrow’s MRI will be
followed up by a doctor visit later in the month.
Other
than this, life with a growing and recovering Asa has been a barrel of
monkeys. I know it’s a small blessing to
count, but Asa has gone through two episodes of normal childhood illness in the
last month, the stomach virus and the flu, and escaped like a normal
child. I know it sounds crazy to be
thankful, but that could have involved multiple trips to TCH had he still had a
port, but since he does not, we can handle him just like a normal
fever-running, snotty, puking little kid.
Whee! It just shows how truly
miraculous it was for us to get through so many months around here germ free while
Asa’s counts were low. Daily Asa
toddlerhood around here, when he’s well, which is most of the time up until the
plague descended upon us, includes plentiful yogurt and cookie eating, reading
lots of books, calling all fuzzy animals dogs, pulling ornaments off the tree,
putting any objects he can find in the kitchen trash, telling us he has peed or
pooped, but not caring at all, and basically, just giving everyone in the house
a run for their money.
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