THURSDAY, MAY 11, 2006
It's quiet. As I sit here all I can hear is the constant hum and clicking of Alex's IV pump. I watch both him and Brianna sleep. Brianna, the little ball of energy, this is the only time she slows down! Watching Alex sleep reminds me of all the times I would go to his room to wake him up. As I'm sure many mothers do, I would have to stand over him and watch him sleeping for a few minutes before attempting to wake him. If you could see Alex now, he looks so peaceful, as though nothing is wrong. He is such a trooper, I have truly been blessed.
Alex had a good morning. Up around 8:00, he got cleaned up and had a good breakfast. Later in the morning he developed a headache and by noon we had to give him morphine to help it. He slept all afternoon. I woke him around 9:00 in the evening and he ate a small dinner and then right back to sleep.
God continues to give us more time. Although the quality of Alex's life right now is anything but great and most of the time he is unresponsive, I still continue to find moments when I see glimpses of the son I once knew. I know he's still with us for a reason. I hate all of this, but I still have hope and I will take today as a gift and cherish it's memory. God is going to have a lot of explaining to do to me someday. I'm having a really tough time understanding all of this. I boldly ask for that miracle - the miracle of healing for Alex. Yet, I thank God for the angels and miracles he has already sent our way. I'm grateful for the little souls God has entrusted to my care and to all of you for unlocking the love in your hearts for our family during this journey.
Miracles are happening.
This is a journal created by a mother who lost her son. It is long and very touching.
http://www.alexbindert.org/updates.html(yes they eat out and shop a lot. God bless them.)
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=bi&GSpartial=1&GSby=1983&GSbyrel=in&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=14640367&<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
I was so moved by reading this journal. It was kept by a very devoted mother who's son died from a brain cancer. I was compelled to post it here. I was compelled by the compassion so many here share as a natural trait. Bookmark it.
http://www.findagrave.com/photos/2006/168/14640367_115065354032.jpg
