holding on
There is not much to report. Ira had a stable weekend. I think he will be completely weaned off the Nitric Oxide on Monday. Then he'll be given a couple of days on the Viagra alone. If he can tolerate that then they will take out the Broviac Line.
My sister, Jackie, comes tomorrow for the week. We can't wait to have her around!
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8:40 PM
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What a great photo.....glad Ira had a stable weekend. :-)
Ditto on the photo!
Great pictures! Ira is such a beautiful boy! We are thrilled with the good news. Will continue to pray about the Viagra/ Broviac Line issue.
Praying,
lisa c
What a precious picture!
A picture is worth a thousand words! I was moved to tears when I opened this picture. It makes such a statement! - and a beautiful one! We love you all so much and are praying for you. Love, kaki
What precious pictures of Ira and of Sophia! Joe, I have only one concern...in the picture "Mom Rocks," I'm just almost sure that Ira is flashing the "Hook 'em Horns" sign. Just as you tell him about your beloved Yankees, (which, by the way, Grandmother Lambert has decided she now loves the Yankees too), hope you are "planting" some Aggie roots. So glad that Jackie is there with you. We continue to pray for Ira and the possible removal of the Broviac line. Love you all, Aunt Jackie
Joe-I stared at this photo of Ira holding your finger for a pretty long while tonight when I checked the blog site for the latest update. So many thoughts began streaming through my mind...
I see Ira's little hand so perfectly formed and wrapped tightly around his Daddy's "big" little finger. I wonder what Ira's thinking? "Yeah, this is the right one Dad; it fits just right inside my hand and is the easiest one to hold on to." I am reminded once again that this is a battle that Ira is fighting alongside his parents. He's hanging on to the hands that so boldly, so bravely, and so relentlessly protect and defend him in this big, new world. I see that Ira is simply not letting go and neither is his family.
I see Joe's fingernails which are possibly shorter than usual. Joe's admitted to some nervous habits in his comments, and I am reminded of all the tense moments that they have had to anxiously await some bit of news about their son. I'm reminded of the long rides they endure to and from their son's bedside.
My thoughts move to the shape of Joe's hands as they almost assume the position that they are in quite often these days as Joes types his updates to his online friends and family. Then, my glance goes back to Ira's little hands. Could it be that Ira is sending his own special message to the multitude of friends and family who are continuing to read these updates and pray for him and his family?
Then, I see Joe's wedding ring. I remember the day that Joe and Laura exchanged their vows and became united as husband and wife. I appreciate the commitment to his wife that is displayed for all the world to see in the simple act of his wearing that symbol- we can see it, and Ira can see it, too.
Thanks to God for the imagery that you brought to my mind through this picture tonight. And, thanks to Joe, Laura, Sophia, and Ira for sharing so much of your family with the rest of us.
Still praying for you and thanking God for you all. TS
Oh, TS, thanks for such precious, loving thoughts! So similar to some of my thoughts when I saw the same picture. Another thought I had was, "Ira, hang on tight! And don't ever let go!" And just as Ira's hanging on to his earthly father, I want Joe and Laura (and me) to hang on to our heavenly father...and never let go!
God has blessed us abundantly with Ira's life. And He is faithful and will continue to bless us. Everybody hang on tight!
Love,
Mom/Gram/Glo
Dear Joe,
When I saw the picture of Ira's hand grasping and holding on so tight,I was reminded of what your Granddad's hands used to look like after a long day of nailng up 2X4's, rafters, and wood paneling. I remember watching him hit a nail three times and, bingo, the nail was flush with the wood. Oh, ever once in a while, he "might" bend one, but that was the exception, not the rule. Wham, bang, thud - the nail would go in, and then another nail would come from the pouch and another two-by-four would be standing tall and perfectly aligned with the other boards as another house, or church, or school was being built.
It appears that Ira just might be one who could pound some nails into a piece of lumber without too much trouble!
At the end of the day, Grandad would come home from working all day in the hot sun. His carpenter overalls would still have sawdust all over them, and there would still be a few nails in the pouch. His hands would be bruised, calloused, and sometimes the left thumb would be purple from an occasional "miss"; but not too often. His hands were firm, his handshake strong (just like yours and Ira's), and the day's progress was measured by how his hands had endured another round of hammering hundreds of nails.
I loved feeling his hands - they were strong but "soft" in a certain kind of way. When he put his hand on your head and rubbed it, you knew it was HIS hand touching your scalp, and not anyone elses. Ouch! I can still feel it!
I know that Ira loves feeling your hands as well. They tell him that he's safe, and they tell him that he's loved more than anything else.
Stay strong; keep the faith, and continue to keep Ira's hands in his Daddy's strong grip!
Give our love to Laura and Sophia.
SL
Stan, could our Daddy have been giving you "wrinklums" when he "ouched" your head? I'll be excited when I hear Joe Clyde gave Ira "wrinklums" right after a haircut...even if it's another mohawk haircut!
Thanks for your encouragement to Joe and Laura. I don't know if the numerous friends who check on Ira daily have any concept of the love and strength of the two earthly families who are supporting them through these days/weeks/months of concern/exhaustion/hope! How blessed we are to have brothers/sisters/moms/dads/grandmothers/in-laws/aunts/uncles/cousins who (like so many others outside our biological family) pray without ceasing for Ira and his family. Thank you, Lord, for our families.
Love,
Mom/Glo/Gram
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