Today is the same Tuesday that we took Ian to the hospital two years ago. I have such mixed emotions. I remember that day clearly. As I type this I am remembering the exact thing I was doing; around 1pm we were waiting for the ambulance that would transfer Ian from the small emergency room to Methodist Stone Oak Hospital. We knew that he was in septic shock by this time, but we had no idea what that meant. We had no idea what was coming.
As I reflect upon this time, I can’t help but smile when I see how far we’ve come. I can’t help the tears welling in my eyes either. Life is not how I ever imagined that it would be, but I am still grateful. I am happy.
God has carried us through this journey. We would not be where we are without him. God has been so good!
Ian had an appointment with Dr. Pederson this morning. For the first time since meeting him, Ian did not schedule a follow up appointment because there are no future plans for surgery. We have reached a point where we have done all we can and we’ve clearly reached our “new normal.”
So now we move on with life. We press on because that’s what we are called to do. I am reminded of this verse in Philippians.
I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us. (Philippians 3:14 NLT)
Thank you for your prayers and encouragement! We are forever grateful!