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“And here I am eating french-fries. And I am getting bath-a-tized tomorrow at church. And I plan to try and crawl up the stairs today. Just so you know.”
“Any other adventures I need to prepare for?”
He smiled and said, “I think it is time we can start dreaming again.”
And so we did. He wants to me to call State Park Little League and tell them that he can't run around all of the bases yet, but he should be able to by the time the season starts—can they please save a spot for him on a team? He wants me to call Dr. Lulla and see if he can travel to Florida for spring break. And I can't forget to ask if he can ride rides. If Dr. Lulla says he can fly he wants to go to New York for his 8th birthday in May to go to a Yankees game and then he wants to take a taxi to Hoboken and buy sister one of everything in Carlo’s Bakery. If Dr. Lulla says it is not a good idea to fly he would like to go to every Michigan State baseball game and a Tigers game. In fact, he has a book (thank you Mrs. Sweet) of every MLB baseball park. He would like to go to a game at all of them. And lastly, he would like to take his friend, Peyton O. on a Disney cruise to see all the characters as long as he doesn't have to dress up for formal night.
Do I dare dream? And the battle rages on. Part of my heart is full of light and hope. Part of my heart is dark and shattered because I still see evidence of his cancer. His right eye is permanently dilated from the pressure within his brain. At times it causes him discomfort and nausea. He asks for the egg (Young Living Essential Oils diffuser) with peppermint to help. His body temperature is abnormally low—chief indicator that something isn't right within the body. He still needs a ton of rest. And just feels crappy lots of the time.
But he is just so gosh darn inspiring. I can't help myself. I am dreaming. I am. Dream with us. In the words of the Russ Man, with Red Robin ketchup in both corners of his mouth “It is time you can start dreaming again.”