If you read the post about the last time we were asked to move you probably saw that Michael made a very convincing argument that we handled the move with grace and dignity. What you didn't see was my reaction. I was angry and this very pregnant and emotional mom did not take it well. I had a very sick little boy that wasn't sick enough to be in that unit. I couldn't understand why they didn't see that the way I did.
This time is much different. When our nurse came to tell us that there was a transplant patient that needed our room, I asked how soon we could be in another room. Since the last room move, we have known 6 children that lost this terrible fight. 5 of them were transplant patients. Today I just wanted to do everything I could to help someone else's fight. Because, as hard as it is to believe, Joshua is in the final rounds, regardless of the 13 months we have to go. Today I just wanted to be thankful that Joshua's fight has not had to include a transplant of any kind. Today I just wanted to pray that the family that moved into our room is able to win their fight against cancer. Please pray to that end with me.
3 comments:
praying for you--hope you get to come home soon!
Glad you're home! I remember when we had to move, too... it was less than pretty on both mine and Frank's parts. *sigh*
Thoughtful blog, thanks for sharing.
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