Sometimes we "catch" flare-ups before a hospitalization becomes necessary ; sometimes we don't. When he's angry, hopeless, and disappointed over missing things due to his health, my heart hurts so much, I weep. I swear, too. I think all parents do. I think all parents plan, push, encourage, aid, hold, ache, and love so much it hurts. Weep and swear, too.
I am optimistic that our home ministrations will thwart the course of this infection (If not, I'll be posting from Providence Hospital, our other home!). But as I look at my clock, it's time ; where's that boy to nag?