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Lately it has felt as though we were not going to have many great days for a while......

Today was, by Henderson standards, a great day.

Parklen felt overall, very well today. (They have informed me that the chemo makes the kiddos really sick about a week after it has begun and this is the honeymoon period.)

There were a lot of smiles,
a lot of giggles.....
some naps......
a dad....
a brother and sister....
There were games.....
lots of food eaten.....

Lots of talking about Parklen's future........decsions made on places he will go.......

My heart skips a beat when I think about the short time that stands between us and day zero....
We have been waiting with anticipation,
Praying for the time to come....
Looking.
It is almost here.

Parklen doesn't hate his baths any more......
I suppose the million that he was forced to take kind of broke him in.......

Tomorrow is another day of anti rejection drugs.....
another day of prep.....
another negative day....the last one....

What a wonderful thing it will be to use a plus sign before the days.....

Did you have a great day today??
By what standards do you measure?
by smiles and giggles?
or trials and hills?

Comments

  1. MaryOctober 27, 2013 at 10:55 PM

    <3!!!

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  2. AnonymousOctober 27, 2013 at 11:28 PM

    Glad to hear everything is still moving along (relatively) smoothly. I've been obsessively checking my phone for updates all week. You all are never far from our thoughts.

    Love,

    Kara DW

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  3. AnonymousOctober 28, 2013 at 11:03 PM

    I will be lifting Parklen and all of you up tomorrow for the Lord to keep you all save and strong, and a good outcome. All the glory to God, who can work miracles!

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