Recovery

Over 5,000 people read the post where I told you about the day Brock’s heart stopped. 

About 1,000 have read the posts since then.

Are you telling people about what God has done?  Please.  Tell them to come back and see that Brock is sitting up in bed, asking to watch more Max & Ruby, and pushing the buttons on the bed while he says “Ride!!”  Tell them about how every single doctor or nurse that comes into his room talks about what a miracle it is that he’s not only alive, but doing so well. 

Last night we got a visit from one of the doctors that was with us in the ER on Thursday morning – one of the doctors that said more than one time that he didn’t have a pulse.  (Doctors don’t just DO that, by the way.  Come by to see a patient that’s not on their service.  This one loves God and can see what He is doing.)  She stood at the foot of Brock’s bed next to me while we watched him sleep and she said “You do know this is a miracle, right?”

I do.

She also told me that the way she treats her patients and the way she prays for her patients is different because of Brock.  Because of what she’s seen God do in Brock.

That makes everything we’ve been through worth it.

Brock is doing well.  Breathing on his own, sitting up, eating a little bit, talking, laughing.  We will do a CT scan of his head, chest, and abdomen in the next few days to get a clearer picture of what’s going on with the fungal infection.  One of the biggest concerns is that it could be in his brain – please join us in praying that it’s not.  We also know (from the past) that the infection is in his right eye.  The opthamologist should come by today or tomorrow to make sure it hasn’t gotten worse.  If it has, they’ll have to inject (with a needle!) medicine into his eye.  Holy Moses.  Please please pray that the infection in his eye is not worse.

The doctors still aren’t sure about which (and how many) iv antifungal drugs to send us home on.  Please pray that God would give them wisdom and clarity in making this decision.  Pray that we will be sent home with something that’s manageable.  It’s hard to be a normal little boy when you’re hooked up to a machine 6 hours a day.

This post cut short by the fact that Brock wants me to play a riveting game of throw-the-pillow-on-the-floor-and-have-mom-pick-it-up-while-I-laugh. 

More later.

Much love and many thanks to you all.