Today did not go as planned. I woke up so sad this morning, but I held on and found the sunshine anyway.
Jason took Will to the ER today because of his pain level. There were no acute findings, and no additional scans were run since he just had scans on Friday. The option was admission for stronger pain control, but Will chose to come home and try to manage by laying down and keeping his pain at a minimum. You know how much he hates the hospital. He’s pushing through. Please send prayers.
What breaks my heart the most is hearing him start to point to different places and ask, “Is this a spot too, Mom? Because I think I can feel pain here.”
But God PLEASE heal our baby.
Instead of spending my afternoon at Children’s, I was in an incredible church service where I could feel God’s presence. I watched Charlie be baptized. I felt peace wash over me. I packed our things and started heading toward Birmingham when Jason called and said they were already on their way home.
Now we’re back home together. Our house is full of family, friends, love, and a little bit of normalcy. I asked Will if he wanted me to fix my bed for him, and he said, “No. I want to lay on the couch and be with everyone.”
Tomorrow we hope to hear from our oncologist to see if radiation may be an option. I don’t know God’s plans for us, but I trust Him. I have faith. And I know without a doubt that God is with us through everything.
Thank You, God, for the way this day ended instead of how it began. l
