Thank you so much for praying for me! Thank you for thinking of me! Thank you for sending all of your good and hopeful and positive energy my way. I can feel it - I really can. And my Mommy and Daddy, who haven't left my side, can feel it too. We feel very loved.
Today I have been as stable as I can be. My nurse says that she's happy that I haven't done anything to make crowds of people rush into my room. I took it easy today and enjoyed alone time with my Dad who sang to me and did my favorite "tickle time"... and my Mom who curled up next to me in bed and whispered positive thoughts into my ear. Even my Granny and Godmother, Aunt Bean, came to visit and bought me the biggest puppy balloon. I am one loved boy.
Two nurses did "Healing Touch" on me today and said they thought I seemed very peaceful. And Mommy and Daddy were SO excited that Dr. Trish came to see me... although I wanted her here to really help comfort them. You probably don't need to be told how special Dr. Trish is to me and my Mommy. She really helped us tonight.
The truth is, we need more than something to make us feel better. What we desperately need is another miracle. You all know that I've experienced miracles before - so it's possible!! Remember when I was born with permanent hearing loss? The kind of hearing loss that is caused from missing stuff in your ear canal? The kind that was only supposed to stay the same or get worse? Then remember that my Mommy and Daddy took me to the Saint Katharine Drexel Shrine... and six months later my sedated hearing test came back normal! Remember that? Yeah...that was pretty cool.
So, what I was thinking was this. I've been told that I'm in charge for the next couple days. They are going to take me off the sedation I'm on so I can wake up and smile at Mommy and Daddy. And tomorrow I'm going to get an MRI. I figured if all the thousands of people all over the world who are rooting for me would BELIEVE in the MIRACLE - we can come out of this together! I'd even give you half the credit. I'm generous like that.
My Mommy always says that the two of us are a great team. We've had a pretty fun and interesting and amazing journey together.
And my Daddy always says that I'm his buddy and I really want to grow up to be strong and brave like him.
And my brother always says that I'm touching his toys. I really want to continue doing that. My brother also whispered in my ear that he loved me yesterday...
...and I need to go home and start talking so I can tell him just how much I love him, too.
Please believe. Please don't stop believing. We desperately need that miracle.