I had lunch with a friend today and she asked why I don’t write anymore. We talked about it and came to a few conclusions…
1. Because I don’t have time. (It’s the truth but it’s not a good enough reason to not write.)
2. I’m not a writer. I love to read and I especially love to read things that are well-written. I read posts by some of my favorite bloggers and I LOVE the way they write and I read their words and think “Do they just sit down and those thing naturally come pouring out or do they have to work at it?” I’m pretty sure it’s the former. I would have to work at it. A lot. Writing things like that doesn’t come naturally to me. And if I can’t write (or more generally, do) something perfectly then I tend to just not do it at all. {Now I COULD sit around and work calculus problems for you all day long but I doubt anyone would be interested in that.}
So my friend reminded me of something. People don’t come here because they love the way I write. They come here because they’ve come to love Brock. They’ve been there for some of the hardest things we’ve had to deal with and they’re invested in our family. And they keep coming back because they care and they want to know how he’s doing.
That’s just so…overwhelming to me. I can’t say thank you enough.
So enough with my excuses and perfectionism. I’ll keep you updated more. Promise.
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He’s doing good. Really good. He started speech and physical therapy at the public school last week. It’s…different. Night and day different from what we’re used to. We LOVE the therapists that have been coming to our home for the last 2 years so this will take some getting used to. The therapists at the school are great and I’m sure he’ll grow to the love them too….I think it’s the school setting that will take him longer to adjust to.
He has a clinic appointment on Wednesday to get chemo and recheck the fungal lab. We’re praying that it’s even lower than last time.
Y’all…do you realize we haven’t been in the hospital since August?? (knocking on every piece of wood within arms reach) I really think that’s the longest stretch we’ve ever been at home in the last 2+ years.
Please pray that he continues to stay healthy throughout December and especially January when we’ll go on his Wish Trip to Disney World.
Lastly, a story that I told my friend today. She sais I should tell all of you as well.
This morning Brock was asking for some chocolate milk so Jay was teasing him and saying…
“Do you love chocolate milk or Daddy?”
“Chocolate milk!!!”
“Do you love chocolate milk or Mommy ?”
“Chocolate milk!!!”
“Do you love chocolate milk or Baby Reese?”
“Baby Reese!!!”
“Do you love chocolate milk or Jaycie?”
“Baby Reese!!!”
So yeah. He loves Baby Reese.
