+SEVENTY FIVE

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Today is day +75.

That does not even seem possible.....
really.

75 days ago I walked Paysen into surgery....
75 days ago I watched as a bag full of his healthy marrow was pumped into his brother.
75 days ago.....

and Parklen has never looked back.

There is nothing tragic to report in the way of Parklen, and that is a combination of amazing and awesome rolled together and sprinkled with tiny sparkles of unbelievable.

He is doing well.
He feels great.
He looks great.
He has energy.
He has days FULL OF LIFE.

He has found a new love for art....which he is convinced was transplanted with Paysen's marrow.
He has found a new love for music and getting his groove on......also claimed to be from the marrow.

Parklen is beginning to learn that healthy kids don't always get what they want......quite a process after an entire life of his way.......but completely necessary in preparation for entering the world as a healthy boy.....

He understands what germs can do to him.....
he doesn't argue about wearing his mask......
he usually has it on before I even have to ask on the way out of the door.....

He races me to the elevator....

Today we celebrated day +75 with a trip to a drive through car wash........sounds crazy, but its about all we can do.......no public outings for this boy...

Parklen has decided that he wants to be a good brother to Phinlynn just as Paysen is to him.....he has been taking this job very seriously.  Recently learning how to feed her, he plays with her, holds her, makes her giggle and always sings her songs....


When I asked him last night what his most favorite part of his new bone marrow was.... he simply stated...."I can play."
What are you thankful for?
What is the best part of your life?

75 days past a place where we never knew we would be....
75 days past Parklen's new beginning....
We are 75 days closer to his new life....
To a new life for the Henderson's.....







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