Cole is in surgery right now as I type. We just walked down the long hallway as a family (Cole got to ride down in his bed) and then we stopped at the bubble wall. And then it happened… I had to let go. Leaning in for one last hug, prayer and “Daddy loves you” is a moment any parent would want to hold on to forever. Literally and physically. But then the moment was over and I had to…
All throughout this journey, days have had major significance. There have been monumental days – diagnosis day, surgery day, cast removal day as well as seemingly more mundane days. But I’m always reminded of what Scripture teaches us in Psalm 90:12, “So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” Days are important and they aren’t guaranteed, but they are a gift. We are admonished to number our days – to remember, cherish, celebrate and…
One year ago today might possibly have been the longest day of my life (and my family’s life) to date. Not just because it started before the sun came up, but because one year ago today we had to trust my son Cole’s future into the capable hands of a team of doctors and nurses under the watchful eye and guidance of God. It would be a difficult task to encapsulate all the thoughts, feelings and emotions of June 19,…
Seems only fitting to move from a post all about patience and waiting to one about walking and running. Needless to say there are seasons in this life. Ecclesiastes reminds us that “there is a season for everything.” And sometimes those seasons overlap and sometimes they fluctuate back and forth. We have found that to be true even in this season of waiting with Perthes disease. Cole is in the regrowth phase that will last anywhere from 3-5 years. The blood has begun…
Waiting is a hard game to play. I can’t think of a time where waiting ever seemed like a worthwhile or pleasant experience. Even waiting in line for the best roller coaster at the theme park is still waiting… and it’s not that enjoyable. Then you enter in times of waiting where you are hoping and waiting for an unknown outcome… the result could be good, but it could also be bad. I think waiting also tends to numb us…
Talk about anticipation. On Thursday, Cole went to have his one month post-operation x-ray. This would be the x-ray that gave us either the news that the cast was ready to come off or we would have to wait longer… up to two more weeks. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough, but really the waiting to hear from the doctor couldn’t come fast enough. We had the x-ray overnighted to Dr. Killian in Birmingham. We needed it to be read…
Our boys live for the next holiday. Usually, we finish one and the next question that follows is, “Now that we’ve had _____ what is coming next?” There is something magical about expectation. The anticipation and the longing often makes the celebration that much more exciting. And while our reactions temper as we age, I’m quite certain we still possess the same feelings towards the big day – no matter what kind of big day it is. In many ways,…
Waiting is hard… especially for me. I think my life really has had only one speed and it doesn’t seem that waiting fits well into that speed. I mean, I have trouble at doctor’s offices, red lights and even my mac pinwheeling. Waiting often feels purposeless. I’ve got better things to do than wait. I have honestly tried to evaluate this problem… even though I have trouble reconciling it as a problem. Surely there are better things to do wait……