A quick update on Timothy’s cough. He is still coughing. Sometimes, it sounds better and sometimes it doesn’t. But the good news is, he seems to be feeling better. He is more playful and happier. I had a few moments of panic this week contemplating if we should call the doctor or not, but it seems as though he has a cold. We have an appointment tomorrow, hopefully the doctor will confirm it’s just a cold and not his lungs. During the most stressful time this week, I was driven to prayer. When I am most desperate and feel that I have no where to turn to, that’s when I realize God is my only hope. During this time, I came to realization that I have to be okay with each setback. (Though this week’s was very minor.) Since the transplant, slowly and surely, I began to relax and started hoping for a complete cure. I wanted to be able to say his health has been improving dramatically. But once in a while, all my fears would creep in and stir my insecurities. What if he has to be on steroids for the rest of his life? What if all the long-term side-effects cripple Timothy’s quality of life? What if all the medical necessities never end? I still hope and pray for a complete cure, but if that’s not the case, I have to be okay with whatever God has intended for Timothy’s life. Because physical healthy is not the most important thing in this life. As long as Timothy and our family know God and live our life accordingly for His glory, I have to be okay. I don’t think I am settling, but accepting. And whatever the future holds, I hope Timothy would feel the same way.
On a lighter note, both Timothy and Claire had their FIRST haircut ever this past week. Yes, Claire is almost 5.
Timothy before his haircut:
After…
And here’s Claire:
And after…even after 5 years, this is all we cut off…
I asked her why she was frowning and she said, “I don’t like my haircut. I want my old hair.” What a girl…
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