You know how you find a small piece of thread dangling out from your clothes and you go to tug it off and it all comes unraveled at the seams…I feel like that tightly wound spool of thread, slowly unraveling until the spindle drops on the floor. You’ll have to forgive my lack of inspiration today, while I know that we are lucky, I can’t help but lose perspective the night before surgery.

The enzymes have not disappeared and I had a long talk with Gavin that he is only allowed one organ here and that he is in charge of making sure everything else is in working order. I’m scared to what they will find. I feel like no matter what it is, it won’t be good. His biopsy and surgery are scheduled for 3:30 today. Its supposed to be a simple day procedure. I love that word in there, simple…IV, ventilation, no food no drink, drugs, needles, incisions…simple. Nothing with Gavin is ever simple.

The bell is ringing once again, fight baby fight, go Gavy go! May God be with you as we sit by your side…

Jill