Getting ready for church turns into a day in the emergency room.
Another day of plans put aside….a party cancelled, some needed work put on hold again…
A hand swollen, digits full of blood and a little boy who doesn’t understand why.
Passing the time watching movies…praying for results that make sense and medication to work.
A moment of joy at not having to spend the night in the hospital.
Back home to the reality of school projects and heaps of clothes to be washed.
A quiet moment in the kitchen as I try to get back into the pace of a Sunday evening and the tears start to fall.
Tears that have been building up over time.
Tears from uncertainty.
Tears for the pain my son endures.
Tears that I cannot take the hemophilia away.
