Bills

We got another bill from Children's today, and it made me sick to my stomach.  Not because of the big numbers - thanks to insurance and the generosity of our community we really don't have to worry about that.  What got me was what the numbers represented...all of the things that my poor little baby had to go through.  From the ambulance ride and anesthesia to blood products and dialysis to EKGs and pharmacy (pharmacy accounted for over 25% of the bill!) our sweet Henry endured so much in his last couple weeks.  And he powered through like a trooper.  His poor body fought as hard as it could, until it just couldn't fight any more.  Thinking of Henry's strength is what keeps me going day after day.  If Henry, at just 7 months old, could fight as hard as he did, I can definitely get myself out of bed each day.  I can go to work, and carry on as best as I can.  Although physically the cancer may have beaten Henry's body, Henry didn't lose his fight.  He won by giving me strength to go on each day, by showing his dad and I what pure love is, and by inspiring so many with his story.