Today we took Hank back to the pediatric surgeon for his post op check up. The doctor we see is a great surgeon but sucks when it comes to dealing with people. He creates anxiety for me. Rushes you in and out, leaving me regreting not asking the right questions, etc. He was cleared and we left. My sweet baby is healing perfectly. All we needed to hear. We press the button to call the elevator and when it opens, I am punched in the stomach. There stands a young boy, around 10 or so with a bald head. You can see the veins in his head and gray circles around his eyes. It is obvious that he is battling some God forsaken illness. I do not want to "look" at him as I am sure most people do, with the "I am sorry", "poor boy" or the "what is wrong" with you look. I kissed Hank probably 13 times as we went one level down. Praying to God that the little boy would heal and thanking him for my precious, healthy gift.
I never knew {although millions of people told me, which makes me want to puke to even think I am admiting they are right} that I could love someone so much. Hank has brought closer to my life in certain areas, made my connection to my husband stronger than I could ever have imagined and made me a less selfish person. I love the innocence of a child. They love the simple things, love you undconditionally and are not judgemental. There are so many times when adults should act more like babies....well you know what I mean.
I don't want to be Debbie downer so I have decided that the little boy was told today that he was in remission. He beat the illness and is going to be fully recovered....with a full head of hair. Blonde Hair {although he was cute bald}.
Thank you to all of my friends and family. I love you. Life and God is good.
peace.
So sweet! Great. I can't wait to follow the blog and keep up with adorable Hank and you!!!
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