Hanging On
I was really frustrated this morning. Santana’s seizures last night and this morning were odd. He would cry a bit and then like it takes his breath away and then he pulls his head back and rolls his eyes back and then cry in a different tone. That alone is only 10 seconds long, if that, but they keep going every 15-20 seconds for about 10-15 minutes. Not so good. I was talking on the phone with my mom and as I was telling her and while I was not too upset, I started crying. I wasn’t so worried, at least I thought. But then she reminded me not to focus on the negative and think about how far he has come and what he is doing that the doctors said he would never do. To remind you, we were told that he would have no cough…he does. He may not ever open his eyes …he did. He will not have a gag…he does. He will be in an open-eyed coma (Vegetative state) for life…not so much. He will be brain dead. But how can he brain be dead if he is doing something new every month? How can you tell me that his brain WILL NOT regenerate cells. He is living proof that there can be change.
Last year at this time, we were in the hospital 2 times in June, one because he stopped breathing and another because he was having seizures, and an odd bowl movement (which ended up being the med Omnicef). He did not have movement in ANY of his hands and arms. A few months later he got movement in his right hand and NOW he has movement in BOTH. Last year he only let out wimpers while getting tough therapy. NOW HE CRIES IF HE POOPED HIS PANTS!!!! So… I shall hold myself together and Thank God that Santana is slowly being healed in the name of JESUS! I will look past the fact that Santana’s body tenses up in seizures. I will look past the fact that his spine is twisted. I will look past the fact that I can’t get his feet in his AFO’s anymore. I will look past the fact that he does nothing with his mouth on his own. I will look past the fact he can not cry out and tell me what hurts. I will look past that he can not stand. I will look past that he is nothing like the other 3 year olds at the playground. Instead…I will walk by my faith and I will only BELIEVE that there is more. I will BELIEVE that, in the name of Jesus, Santana will be healed. I will no longer look at the whole picture because it is too big for my eyes to see it all anyway. I will take it one step at a time. I will focus on one issue at a time. (mmm…maybe 2 or 3). God is so good and I know that he has not ONCE left or forsaked me. He does know the big picture and I am going to believe and trust in him. It may be a long and painful process and I am sure there will be days that I cry…but NOTHING will break me. My faith is Titanium. You can’t break this. You better believe that I am going to stand up tall and I will not back down from this fight and I will use all my strength (and prayers) to move this mountain out of my sons life. YOU WILL WITNESS A WALKING TALKING MIRACLE. Believe it!





Lucky for me he has not attempted stairs yet. I spend most of my time tracking down Tyree. It seems like any time I have to do something with Santana, Tyree disappears. He has figured out when I am occupied. He is fun. It was really cute the other night. It was just Tyree, Santana, and I and I was working with Santana on the floor and Tyree kept staring at Santana, screaming once in a while to get a reaction. He could not figure out why Santana would not look at him. But then I was working on Sitting with Santana and by this time Tyree was already off and playing with toys. When Tyree saw Santana sitting, he crawled over there really fast with a big smile on his face and stared into Santanas face and then started crying when Santana didn’t react to him. I would love to know what Tyree is thinking. I can tell he is frustrated about Santana. But This is all he will know so I guess he will eventually get used to it. It is so hard to imagine what Santana would do with his brother. He would probably take all his toys away and knock him upside his head with them. But we will not know.




