The cards pour in from people we don’t know who are praying for our big kid. From family we haven’t spoken to in years. From family and friends that we have. People (family and friends) are opening their wallets to us, without us knowing how much this will all, eventually, cost. The gifts are touching. The support and offers of help are unprecedented.
I know that today I should pack a bag. Tomorrow is his oncology appointment. But, I know I need to get myself into the habit of having extra clothes/toiletries/activities on hand in case of an admission, for whatever reason. I’m dragging my feet on that.
Today’s a pediatrician appointment. His usual post-birthday well-check. To say I’m sure I’ll see a different side of his doctor after he’s read through all the hospital papers is probably an understatement.