Yesterday MM, my mom, and I went to visit Cab and his family at the hospital and bring them some dinner.  The babies were enthralled with each other–so much so that MM wanted to reach out and grab all Cab’s tubes!  She “talked” to him, which consists of her screaming “OHHHHWEHEHWHWHEEEE” over and over at him.  He didn’t know what to think of the crazy lady!

 The family is doing well and are just trying to keep Cab as healthy and heavy as possible until the transplant (he’s 2 weeks older than MM, but weighs 4 pounds less so they’re trying to help him gain weight).  He’s not officially been put on the transplant list as they’re trying one more medicine this week.  He’ll be put up the list early next week and they said it could be anywhere from a few hours (it has been known to be less than 6 hours) to a few months before a heart becomes available.

 I hate to keep plugging my little store, but if you would like to help the family you can purchase something where all the proceeds go straight to Cab.  If you want to make a donation I have their PayPal address too.  Their church is setting up a non-profit in Cab’s name so these donations can be tax write-offs.  

You know, I have always felt like I was a childhood cancer survivor since I was diagnosed with it at age 15.  But that’s not true really–I was basically an adult.  I handled it as an adult would.  You go to these Children’s Hospitals and you see real childhood cancer patients–not 15 like me, mind you, but babies with Leukemia.  We met a mom yesterday who’s baby had turned one year old last week and been in the hospital for months.  We saw two and three year old little bald children riding wagons and tricycles down the halls.  Then there’s six month old Cab who needs a new heart.  It really puts everything into perspective.  What worries or stresses I have–and boy, sometimes I feel like they’re HUGE–are really nothing.  They are nothing at all.  You go there and you see little children fighting for their lives–and see their parents right beside them day in and day out–and it makes you realize that your life isn’t so hard.  Just looking at those kids makes your heart open up a bit more; makes your compassion for others grow.  I can’t put into words exactly how yesterday impacted me, but can only say it changed me as a person.

So, please pray.  Pray for those children.  Pray for our Cab.  There are so many children out there hurting right now and fighting for their lives and the only thing we can do is pray.