A few days later I was pleasantly surprised as I approached his room, to see him coming around the corner helped by a nurse. He was bent over, hanging on to his IV pole, shuffling slowly towards me…. smiling through grimaces. He had lost over 30 pounds and was wearing his baseball cap backwards as he always had. It was the most beautiful sight in the world for me!
What fun he had enjoyed, at the age of 10, when his father taught him to drive the old jeep truck on our mountain property. I recalled them laughing together….
It was a long time before my son left the hospital, and longer until he recovered enough to get into his yellow Volkswagen Bug, baseball cap on backwards, grinning and waving as he drove off in search of his friends and classmates.
Standing in the doorway, waving to him, I cried tears of relief and thanked God.
He had fought a good fight! He made it!
End Chapter 5
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