Two years ago today, May 17, 2016, after six weeks of hospitalization, including being airlifted from Baton Rouge to Houston, countless tests, countless tears, a crisis of faith or two, weeks without a diagnosis in one hospital, getting diagnosed in ninety seconds in another with a rare condition we'd never heard of, countless prayers from so many kind people around the world, timely visits and encouraging words, a few dozen nerdy, inquisitive, patient doctors who wouldn't give up, ten days of steroid and IVIG infusions followed by a 24-hour EEG, a handful of invaluable family members who took care of us and our dogs, including one niece who kept us sane and fed and (clean-) clothed, and a Heavenly Father who hugged us through our tears and tantrums, and orchestrated our daughter's healing for instruments we couldn't play, in a key we couldn't hear, for an audience we couldn't imagine, our miracle child was discharged from Texas Children's Hospital.
On that day, this day was mere fantasy. It would be a year and a half before she would fully recover. Still, tonight, May 17, 2018, Lexie is graduating from high school. So:
- Thank you to everyone who did anything for our daughter.
- If you feel like you're in an impossible situation, look at these two pictures. Miracles still happen. Don't give up.