Eight years ago today, my beloved Monkey Boy was wearing a hospital johnny so tiny that it would have been adorable if not for the damn wires that connected his body to various vital monitors. The grim – faced doctors kind of put a damper on things, too.
That day, the day my son was diagnosed with an ischemic stroke for which doctors have yet to find a cause, was pure Hell. Scratch that – Hell would probably be more like Club Med compared to that day. I can’t possibly describe to those who haven’t been there how excrutiating it is to have that kind of bomb dropped on you – and worse, on your child. No, you can’t imagine it, and I assure you that you don’t want to try.
Fast forward eight years. My Monkey Boy continues to kick stroke’s ass. Things certainly are not perfect, and at times generally suck for him. At those times, I hurt right along with him. The rest and majority of the time? I may have worries and fears, but as long as Monkey is happy, so am I. The path we’re on isn’t the one I anticipated, but we’re making our way nonetheless. Above all, I can honestly say that I cannot imagine a better son.
In honor of my superhero and the many others we have met along our journey, I have started a long – term project. The first stage will be complete in about a year, and I’ll provide more information on that when the time comes. For now, I’m off to celebrate my little hero who has made my life more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed.