This is the week before The Week for my cherub. On October 15 he will be admitted to Phoenix Children's Hospital to be evaluated for possible brain surgery. What shall we hope for? That he qualifies? Or that he doesn't? I wish I knew what to pray for. I leave it to God, for I am powerless.
And apparently I am powerless on Townhall as well, where I cannot edit this post with anything resembling logic. It's all capricious and annoying. But I shall move on.
My cherub will go into the hospital, and we will wonder how to pay for it all. Of course, we will be told my the Lamestream media that Obamacare will be our Holy Grail. It is so far from the truth that the twain shall never meet.
But in the meantime, a little boy awaits his future. He is so smart. He is so loving. But he cannot talk yet. The seizures he continues to have impede his learning complex tasks, such as speech. He wants so much to tell us so many things, but he cannot. He sometimes looks at me and tell me things with his eyes that he cannot say to my ear. i understand. And sometime I don't. He becomes frustrated. My heart breaks. The cycle continues.