How we take for granted so many things, even something as basic as breathing. Across the country tonight, a little boy named Conner is struggling to do just that.
I found out a few hours ago that 7-year-old CFer Conner is not expected to live through the night. He has been given morphine to make him more comfortable as he leaves his earthly body and arrives to meet his maker in a place where pain is nonexistent and he'll never struggle for breath again.
I hugged my kids a little tighter today, gazed at them a little longer, and told them I loved them until the words almost seemed to lose their meaning. Because it could be them. CF or not, my kids are alive tonight and will open their eyes to the sunshine pouring through their windows tomorrow. I will get another day with them, another day of smiles and laughter and hugs and kisses and playtime and funny conversations. And anything that might seem "bad" in their lives or in mine are insignificant because my kids are not fighting for their lives.
The Jones family occupies my mind, my heart, and my prayers tonight. May they find comfort and peace in this time of unbearable pain.
I can't even begin to say how perfect this blog is. I did the same thing tonight... I can't even begin to imagine. It breaks my heart
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