A new day.

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Our boy has bilateral stress fractures of the Tibias.
That means the shin bones of both lower legs have cracks in them.
How, why, when?  So many times he complained of his shins hurting.  I chalked it up to shin splints from running.  We got him new running shoes with inserts and thought that would do the trick.  Obviously not.  I feel as though I missed it.  I should have been doing more, sooner. 
I cant go back and change it.  I would give it to myself if I could.
He now has the summer off from any strenuous activities.  ALong with any distance running.
 He does not have Cancer.
The thickening of the bone is soft tissue swelling and bone.

I would ask anyone that loves me that if any of my children should die, put me out of my misery so I can be with them.  I always thought that the other 2 would have eachother, I would go with the one that passed.  Wherever they were I would want to be.
Whether death is a long thoughtless sleep for eternity, or the eternal heaven with our lost loved ones, I would want to be with them wherever there was.  I now GOD knows my heart, and knows I cannot live without knowing my babes are alright, so I would choose to be wherever they were. 

So, Jack is going to have a whole lot of swimming this summer.
I am considering leaving my job, all together.  R E T I R E.
Ill be 52 in two weeks, I dont have anything else I want to do there, so why not retire and start something new?
A small business?  Very small business.  Plenty of ideas....
Who wants to venture an adventure?


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