It’s raw emotion…. Man, I never thought I would be in this situation, neither did my wife, and my son and daughter never did as well. Where from here?? Mac and I got home Saturday afternoon after trading out with Karen Friday morning. Sunday came, and I woke up feeling like I hit a brick wall. I got up and did some things just to see if my body would come more alive, but it didn’t. And that was when it dawned on me, I had been running on pure adrenalin for the past 2 weeks, and my body was telling me it was done. It was exhausted. Hence, Sunday, we virtually did nothing but rest. Snuggled with Mac, my parents came and provided lunch and some comfort in simply their presence. Being back in Gr

Our Boy Nash Update - Day 2 Madonna Nights and pain continue to improve but his body craves movements and he tends to struggle from midnight to 2 am. But with some pain management is able to sleep well before and after those times. This morning’s start was rough but he powers through and pushes through all sorts of new pains from new movements. It’s basically relearning to do all things in his lower half of his body with intensive OT and PT! His main OT is Erin and main PT is Sarah, both are rockstars, care for him, and push him through the paces! He gets very exhausted but makes very very nice progress each day as he rebuilds both strength and stamina. He finished PT today with standing, an

It was sometime this last winter, and I can’t recall, but a college roommate of mine at Fort Hays was putting out on social media about his son getting life watched to KC for a severe headache situation they couldn’t figure out. I immediately began to pray and continued praying for answers and for healing. I continued to follow Lance Fiekert’s posts on Twitter and Facebook, as he was guiding prayer warriors on specific prayers, but he was also sharing the things that were keeping their family going forward as they struggled through finding a diagnosis, then once they did, a successful treatment. I remember praying diligently, and I could feel others were doing the same. Long story short, one

I have been a worrier my entire life. Unfortunately, it is just the way that the Good Lord created me. I got tested for my first ulcer when I was in grade school - even at the ripe old age of 11, I was always worrying. There is no good reason behind my worrying and its something that I struggle to control most days. It may be worrying over something big that involves the kids or it could be something completely immaterial that wakes me up at 3:00 am and keeps me from sleeping. It is probably the trait that I dislike most about myself. Unfortunately, I passed on my “worrying gene” to our son. He isn’t one to express it, but I always know when it’s there. I can see it on his face or tell it in