Things have remained pretty busy over here, so I am going to keep this post short and sweet. Yep, it was strep. He’s been on antibiotics for more than a week now. And the appointment to be tested with his primary care made it clear there’s yet another thing we need to help him learn
To My Sweet Sister-in-Law, Randi I don’t even know what to say about the past month, except that never had I expected most of it to happen the way that it did. Randi, I know your proverbial plate passed the point of overflowing long ago. And yet, without hesitation and with nothing but cheerful kindness
“…last night while I was trimming Tony’s fingernails, he jerked and I cut his finger…took off the tip of it, actually. We were unable to control the bleeding at home because he was fighting so bad against it, it was just me and Hannah because Andy was at work, and ended up having to call
So much of the gift giving in our communities is concentrated and condensed into days of prescribed celebration. But some of the best presents have trickled in bit by bit this past year, oft ill-wrapped by other circumstances and generally unannounced by fanfare, tags, or cards. Perhaps they are small compared to what some would
If you don’t know our family or work with our son, at some points as you’ve read our story you may have asked yourself “how much of this is real?” While it adds another layer to the height of the emotional cliffs I’m ever scaling, logically I understand the need for that kind of skepticism
This will come as no surprise to those of you who have been reading with us for a while now, but Tony doesn’t like dentists any more than he likes doctors. We’ve not really discussed specifics much for his dental visits, in part because we’ve had years of experiences to talk about and I struggle
Hamlet was confused, but you shouldn’t be. When we were first starting our family’s diagnostic journey for Tony, I had some people express to me that I should not be seeking any sort of diagnosis for him because those labels follow a person for life. And I have been asked by some their opinions about
I was grateful for Hannah’s post last week and loved the topic she chose- it happened to fit well with what I had planned to write about this week. There are so many little things I have always taken for granted. My eyes have always been a bit light sensitive, there are a few food
Hey, peeps! Its Hannah. Again. Now, I would like you to imagine that you and your sibling are at the doctor’s office. Suddenly…. Your sibling starts crying and trying to run away from the doctor’s office. You are watching peoples’ uncomfortable stares. This is me. Tony HATES going to the doctor. What can I say?
