Saturday, August 29, 2009
Happy Birthday Noah!
Yesterday we were asked by our ped to "draw the line". It seems as if he expects my little boy to get sick. What??? You heard me correctly! Seems as if he thinks it isn't a matter of if but when pneumonia will come knocking on our door. My response...GO AWAY! WE AREN'T HOME!!! But the fact of the matter is, I keep him in his "bubble" and protect him from evil! We work on his secretions, do manual percussion therapy, use our suction unit, work on sinus massage. Nonetheless the ped insisted Todd and I talk about where we would draw the line for treatment. Would we treat him? where would we start? where would we stop? What on earth is all that supposed to mean? Let him go? Let him get sick and not try to help him? WTF!? First of all this is where I draw the line: People who don't believe in Noah and his recovery are out of our life! My son WILL get better. My son WON'T get sick. I don't care if you have an "MD" after your name...go to HELL if you think this is as good as it gets! I refuse to lie down and accept this for Noah or for our family and I will continue to fight each and every day until he is seizure free, sitting up, smiling, eating, and being just a happy little boy. That's a promise Noah! Happy Birthday to the best thing that has ever happened to us! I believe in you!