Who, Me?

Another day, another dollar. Not really. Just couldn't come up with anything clever to write.

As of this evening when I left CHO, Logan was breathing well on the BIPAP machine. The neuro team decided to replace his shunt after all --they'd previously decided against it since the pressure in his brain remained low while his drain was clamped over the weekend, but the PICU doc thought it might be a good move and Dr. S said okay. So that'll happen at some point tomorrow. Otherwise, that's about it. He had a flurry of visitors, including a classmate's dad, our pastor and a church member, and the director of the preschool. All good people and I'm glad they stopped in, even if Logan didn't really know they were there.

I can be blunt sometimes, I know. But I don't want anyone to misinterpret my need to disseminate information as me giving up in any way, shape or form. Because we're most definitely not. This is a bump in the road --and a really, really big one at that-- but it's a bump nonetheless. And we continue to say Get Behind Us, Satan. My faith may be grievously imperfect, but God's faithfulness fills in the gaps. That's Good News.