Thursday, March 9, 2017

whew

It's been a rough month.

It finally feels like we can share what we're worried about - only because we've been reassured 47 times not to be worried about it.

When Rico has his last bout of illness - the pink eye, the coughs, the sore throat -  his fevers were cyclical, and his night sweats were back. If you've been with us for a while - you'll remember - that's how this whole nightmare began.

We knew the flu was going around. We knew everybody in town was getting sick. But we also knew the reality of what these things could mean.

So we cried and we waited and we didn't sleep and we didn't say much. We just lived in a little hollow of hope - praying this time was different.

It was.

Mayo says that his scans were so clean last time there is no way these symptoms would present this quickly. His cough is gone - the fevers too.

For today things are back to "normal": he's all dressed up and off to a meeting; we're balancing work and school activities; we're helping Punk make college plans; our summer agenda is starting to come together. For now, we feel steady. I think life will always feel like a bit like a balance beam, but maybe we are all becoming better gymnasts.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm praying for calmer waters for you and your family. No more whitecaps or tsunamis. Hang in there :)