After 7 months reality set in

The day after Billy’s appointment to review his CTscan I walked into his room and saw a crumpled and crippled little boy. As I reached over him to make him more comfortable it looked to me that he was trying to say something. There was no spoken words, there must have been the tiniest of a whisper, but I thought he said “I want to go home”. And he cried and I cried with him. Billy was absent of that “Billy Spirit”. He looked defeated.

I clipped his nails and I caught a bit of skin.He pulled his hand away. He felt that! He’s in there! I did his excercies with him. He seemed to enjoy the movement.

Maybe the ride in the ambulance gave him a peek of the world beyond his room at Ferncrest. I pray thatgives the motivation to heal rather than give up