Well my son requested that his dad take him to the Pediatric Urologist. Not because he doesn't love me but because we got the bad news together last time and he can never have both of us with him at any doctor's office because it just stresses him out to have both of us asking questions and he would rather just deal with one of us plus the doctor. Evidently, according to what my two guys tell me, sonshine was about to go on the transplant list and begin dialysis. But the new blood test numbers were half of what they were a month ago and the doc was pleased. He wasn't the only one! There are so many things that you could say made an impact. Of course there is the fact that there were many people praying for him. We have seen it make a difference when nothing else could. The fact that he has been catheterizing every 3 hours, (mostly) has made a huge impact. We could tell by the absence of any urine leakage that we were on to something.
At the end of the day, I don't really care what it's attributed to. All I care about is celebrating today and each day that my boy is able to terrorize me with his snarky teenage attitude. I love him and I know that under that crusty little teenaged boy beats a wonderful, loving heart. He loves his dogs and is going to miss his sister terribly now that the time for her to leave for college is here. On this night, while the family is sleeping for the last time all together under the same roof, I am grateful, so incredibly grateful for the days that have been celebrated here together in this house with these children who think they are grown already and my husband whom I love.
