I’ve reached a level of mental and emotional exhaustion that I can feel in my bones.
So this update will be pretty short.
After a three hour delay and many unsettled nerves from our sweet boy, Brady got his new port successfully placed today.
I’ve honestly never seen him so nervous before, but just a minute ago he looked over to me and said, “mom I love this new port. It is so so great.”
Whew. Huge relief.
Now to the next thing, we can’t thank all of you enough for your continued sharing about the extremely scary shortage of blood products facing our nation right now. Your help means the world to so many of us facing these hard battles.
So many have asked about direct donations for Brady. We are looking into getting the forms completed, but please please continue to donate even if you don’t match Brady.
We continue to hear story after heartbreaking story of people who can’t get the products they need.
Just down the hallway is a boy who can’t get his PICC line placed to receive treatment because they don’t have enough products for him.
So whatever you do, whatever state you are in, just please go. Go to help save all these warriors across the nation that are fighting for their lives.
Donating blood and platelets is such an easy, and free, way to save someone’s life.
And just fyi, it took ten bags, TEN BAGS, of platelets to get Brady over 50,000 to be stable enough for his surgery today.
One kid. One surgery. One day. Ten bags.
Friends, please go donate!
Last, please just continue to pray for us while we wade through all information on the road ahead. It feels heavy and heartbreaking. The options for Brady with his specific case are so limited. And that hurts.
It just hurts so bad.
This kid is just amazing. Watching his face while he talks to his baby cousins or Cooper just brings such joy to me. Seeing him so thoughtful and intentional in all that he does is just so sweet. I’m just so incredibly proud to be his mom.
So tonight, even though I’m still believing and still trusting, I’m just have a tired and hurting heart.
I’m trying to continue to remind myself that we just need one. Just one success. Even if it doesn’t make sense. Even if the statistics aren’t in our favor. It doesn’t matter.
We just need one.
Brady can be just one.
Thank you for helping to hold our shields and swords through our battle.
Holding my chin up and tears in.
Battling for our boy,
“We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed— always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body.”