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I just don't even know what to say.  Where have we been?  Right here, needing to be disinfected, really.  Last time I wrote was right before Ben got sick with scarlet fever or something like it - his school called, and he had gotten sick all over his spelling test!  He was miserable and sick for days and days, I got sick, my mom got sick, Sam stayed pretty healthy, Tim didn't get sick at all.  I'm still not quite well, but almost okay, but Ben is back to school.    I'll write more about all that later because I found some home remedies you simply MUST know more about, and I mean that most sincerely. And I honestly don't know why I'm talking like this, like someone named Prunella or something, but it makes me laugh so I'm going to keep doing it (maybe).

 

Sam is doing well.  Like I said, he did just fine with all of the fever and ick going on.  Since I was sick I avoided him like the plague (or vice versa) when I got sick, and he probably loved being left alone for the first time in his life.  About a week and a half ago, he just didn't seem right, and he was making his alarms go off in the night, so I took him to the pediatrician.  Now, I usually sound very sure of what's going on with him, but I didn't sound sure at all, and they took him right in.  The doctor took one look at him lying there red, sweaty and puffy and said "oh, my, he is a very sick little boy" and "oh, no, I don't know what's going on with him" and things of that sort.  Then he kissed him on the head.  Sam started looking better after that, we noticed, and then he examined him and said "you know what, he's really not so sick after all!" and Sam has pretty much been okay since then.  The boy is an enigma, you know.  We put him on some antibiotics just to be sure, but he's really been fine since the doctor's mystery kiss.  Oh, well.  Whatever works. 

 

And speaking of all things mysterious.  Back when Sam was born, someone had mentioned Reiki therapy as something that could help him, and while it sounded like a good idea, we couldn't afford it.  Recently, someone told us about a group about an hour away that does it twice a week .... get this .... FOR FREE!!! Their philosophy is that it is a gift from God and you should share a gift from God.  Imagine that.  So, we drove out to meet these clearly INSANE people who weren't trying to take all of our money (please note, I've always wondered how anyone could legitimately have something to offer Sam in the way of healing and NOT do it because we couldn't afford it).  Sam screamed his little head off for the entire car ride, which is something he never does.  Keep in mind, we were driving about 85 minutes away to a place we didn't know where we were going, so it felt about 3 hours away anyway.  We had a screaming brain injured boy with us (if you've never heard the scream of a brain injured boy, you can't imagine) so it added about 3 hours on top of that.  I don't honestly remember a time in Sam's life that he has yelled for that long.  When we got there, it was a multi-use facility so we went through those folding walls that everybody uses, and it almost seemed like they were waiting for us.  There were about 10-15 Reiki masters there (I don't know what I'm talking about, so I might be using the terminology incorrectly) who "descended" on us, and Sam was immediately at peace.  I sat down and held him in my lap, in a sitting position (the way Santa holds a child) and several of them touched Sam and me, and he RAISED HIS HEAD UP right away.  I can count on one hand the number of times he's done that in his whole life without certain spinal manipulation that wasn't happening at that time.   Sam was so happy and peaceful and feeling the love and energy.  He moved in ways I've never seen him move, and no one was forcing movement from him.  It was incredible. 

 

What was most moving about it all was how touched they were by Sam.  Absolutely stunning.  I've heard from Barbara since, and we'll be sure to be out there again on Tuesday morning.  It was just so absolutely astounding to be there.  And I know some things are God things - Sam only has one morning free, and they only do this one morning.  So there you go. 

 

I will write more.  I am functioning again.  I think.  I have felt, for the past month?? that I have sand spurs under my tongue when I even have the energy to be awake at all to feel anything.  But I think it's getting better. 

 

But tomorrow I have to officially quit my teaching job.  And that will be a hard thing to do.  For many reasons, not the least of which is the permanency of it.   I've been on leave since Sam was born, intending to go back when he was well enough for me to do so.  I didn't expect to be needing to extend it so many times.  But they can't extend it forever (for some reason; I don't really know why) so I am officially no longer a teacher on leave.  I'm not quite sure what that makes me.  I don't think I want to think about it.