Tyler keeps reminding me that it's hard to compare when we are only doing checks every other month or so. He could be at a low point right now, and is heading up again. I sort of wish there was a machine that existed that I could check Trenton's blood myself at home, like a blood sugar test. Tyler thinks Trenton's finger would be poked raw from me doing it every day. He's probably right. It's just so hard not knowing what's going on inside your kid's body!
In the closet the other day, I found the helmet Trenton had to wear when when his counts were so low. I had a love/hate relationship with that thing. Looking at it brings back the memories of when this all started, two years ago this month. I looked back at the pictures of his little body just covered in bruises, and another where one entire side of his face was black and blue. It seems like an eternity ago. I debated holding on to the helmet as a memento. Is that morbid? Or is it a sign of how precious life is and how amazing it is that Trenton is well?
I did give it to our nurse last week, thinking another family could benefit from it. But kind of hoping no one will ever need it. But someone will, and I pray that God keeps them as safe as he has Trenton.
(Trenton saying goodbye to the now too-small helmet)
