For some reason it hit me last night that it is such a great thing that the fridge we have has a crushed ice feature. We've filled up the icebags what seems to be hundreds of times over the past few weeks. Crushed ice is almost essential for this. Standing out in the kitchen at 12:30 in the morning I was glad that I didn't have to figure out how to manually crush up the ice. When we first moved into this house Christina really didn't like the crushed ice feature on the fridge because she was always stepping in the little wet spots where some ice would hit the floor and melt.
Matthew's fever hit 104.1 last night and I was packing the ice bags around him, but just about a half hour later it was down to 102.4 and he was up again just talking and talking, almost as if he didn't have a fever at all. He asked why his leg hurt so bad and I told him it was his myositis. He pointed to his leg and with a big smile on his face, "That thing that's making my leg hurt is a very bad boy! A very, very bad boy!" He kind of thought it was funny. I am glad he is dealing with it better than me.
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Got your group invitation on facebook and figured I'd check this out. I understand what it's like to have people continue to ask you how things are going during an ongoing health illness. During my pregnancies it was SO discouraging to continue to tell others I was doing the same.
We are constantly praying for you. I'll be in touch to see if you need anything. Let me know if I can help in the meantime! Hugs, Cristina
Boy, I never knew how hard it would be to be a grandma! Your story of Matthew made me laugh and cry all at the same time - I sure love that little guy. We pray the good days will continue to grow to outnumber the bad days. Thanks for taking good care of him - may we all grow stronger in the Lord as we go forward day by day by faith in His good purposes. Love you all much and miss you!
God gives such good gifts, including much-needed optimism to little boys to assist in the healing process.
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