This picture pretty much sums it all up: yogurt, butter, milk… And a light-sensitive, temperature-dependent medication to be injected with needles – on which we have yet to be trained.
This is something I’ve been wondering about: how do parents put needles into their children’s tender skin? Will it be easier or worse than the precision of a central line? I don’t know if I have the strength for this, and I’ve done an awful lot.
The story contained in the picture of the fridge is so normal. …and yet it’s so NOT normal.
But, this is Chase’s story.
The growth hormone is here.
The nurse comes early next week to train us.
Jesus is our hope.
Moment by moment.
