It is going to be a gorgeous day tomorrow. And we are going to miss it. And it makes me mad. Then I think of Zoey and so many other children that have long extended hospital stays. I think of all the gorgeous days they miss. It is not fair.
But we are suppose to be grateful that there are hospitals for our children to go to...to become well. And I am grateful. Just sometimes, there are so many more mixed emotions that go along with it. But, between all of Sophie's hospital visits and all the testing, nothing has made her better. She continues to have seizures everyday. We are now at 600mg of Banzel (we increased to 500mg last Wednesday and 600mg yesterday). Her seizures are not any better. Maybe even a little worse. They are longer. Lasting up to 10 seconds per seizure. But she does seem to have a bit more clarity when she is having a good moment. It doesn't make any sense.
It is hard for me to let go. To know that I have no control. I just try to do my best in getting Sophie the best medical treatment possible. But ultimately I must leave things up to Him. To enjoy all the great things that Sophie does do and not dwell on the medical issues. But it is hard. It is hard watching your child suffer.
So if anyone is in the area and has any desire to come by and say hi...we will be there...just give us a call on our cellphones. We will be counting down the minutes until we get to enjoy some of the gorgeous weather that has come our way.