Sunday, June 29, 2008

Abraham, Epilogues 1 and 2

This is the 9th and final part of a 9-part series describing my perspective as my son was diagnosed with and treated for an Atrial Septal Defect. Other installments: Preface, Discovery, Fear, Choices, Anticipation, The Knife's Edge, Just Breathe, Recovery, Home, Epilogue

Christmas Day, 2007, was six months to the day after his surgery. Santa brought him a train table, and from the time he set eyes on it that morning all he wanted to do was play choo-choo. His 2nd birthday was a couple weeks away, and we couldn't believe what a year it had been. To know how close to the razor's edge we had come that year, we couldn't have been more grateful for what we had.

June 2008. It's been a whole year now. You have to actually look to see his scar. The only thing he seems to remember about the whole ordeal is that if you ask him where his "Boo boo" is, he'll point to his chest. Our daughter is just finishing up Kindergarten. We finally got the little guy to keep his life jacket on long enough to go out in the sit-on-top kayak, and he genuinely enjoys it now. Things are about as normal as a family can be.

But the road we took to get here is one that I hope few ever have to traverse. I don't know what happens next, but I know that our family is strong enough to get through it. And I know that there's nothing magical about that. Courage isn't about taking the next step with no fear. It's about taking the next step despite your fear.

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