Giving and Gratefulness

Henry continues to give and we continue to be grateful.

Yesterday he gave us the opportunity to spend all day surrounded by caring and loving family and friends, gathered in our living room around the fire. He had pain, agitation and discomfort for parts of his day, but with medication he rested, slept and had several hours of calm alertness during which he conversed and entertained. We cried, we laughed and were grateful.

After a blessedly full nights' rest, Henry awoke with complaints of a minor headache. We administered his morphine twice before it finally subsided. He wet his small bed we've moved into the living room and while changing the sheets, he sat with me. He has never been an overly affectionate child. He prefers to sit alone, preferring proximity to touch - but this morning he sat with me quietly. I have longed for this and he obliged me.

I have chosen the mantra of gratefulness of late, focusing on the things we have to be thankful for in the midst of this ... thing. I try to be careful about calling it something ugly or bad. There has been no intention in any of it, sad - yes, evil - no.

Anna had a tough time this morning. Sophie wouldn't go in to school without her either. We've kept the girls home for a time to allow them to normalize themselves again in hopes of sufficiently collecting themselves to do what will help them most of all - routine.

Henry lays sleeping calmly, his small chest heaving rhythmically while the background of Clifford dins in the background. It's a quiet and pain free moment and we're grateful.