The phrase "No news is good news" keeps revolving through my head. It feels like I would like to write it here, but it's simply not true. Patrick had two episodes since my last post. One was during church while we were sitting and listening to the message (jokes could flow here about how funny and entertaining Pastor Stan's message was). And the other was last night while we waited in the truck for the New Years fireworks to start at the university. There were no triggers. No sodium-filled meal. No third cup of coffee. No stress-filled situation involving the kids (or me!) It is what it is. Patrick's heart is telling us its sick, and that it's time is limited. If it could talk I'm sure it would say, "I've seen some things... some things I wish I hadn't seen..." Sorry, Patrick. I had to say it. But seriously, this is how we live - we go to church and enjoy our loving church family. We do things together like seeing fireworks displays. And we move through life almost as though nothing is wrong. What choice do we have? So I guess the alternative is "No news means we're living." I'll post when there is something to post, like an exceptionally cute photo of Patrick and Samuel. And until we have another update on Patrick, just assume we're hanging in there. ❤
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