our household has still been sick. elee is on her second antibiotic and ardon, after getting progressively more sick for the last week, was finally prescribed an antibiotic as well.

one thing for sure, is that we've had some scares this week

ardon's given us several scares over the last few years, the first being about 3 years ago. some of you all ready know about it. he had been very sick and we had just loaded up to head to the er and started driving down the street when he stopped breathing. we pulled over and laid him on the church lawn where bronze performed cpr while i was on the phone to 911. he was blue. i remember it very clearly. as i sat there in the grass i remembered praying not too long before, that if he would not grow up to serve our Father that he would be taken before such a time so that he would spend an eternity in heaven. that must be why, i thought. while sitting there overwhelmed with grief at the thought of loosing my firstborn and only child i also had a peace wash over me. i cannot explain it and i hope others don't have to experience it. shortly after this thought process ardon gasped a breath of air, he had been restored to us. it had been over 6 minutes before he started breathing again, 6 of the most painful minutes i have ever experienced. we will always remember this day, humbled and grateful for God's goodness.

there have been other times we've had scares, tuesday morning was another when ardon woke up. he'd had a fever of 104 for 6 days and we had been packing him in ice packs through the nights just to try and manage his temperature. i just thought he was disoriented when he woke up at first. i kept trying to get his attention and figure out why he was upset. then, as his hands started feeling the air in front of him and followed my voice to touch my face, a horrid realization set in, he couldn't see. my heart fell to the floor. i called bronze to come home from work then called my parents to come stay with elee while we went to the hospital. after about 15 minutes, as i sat on the sofa holding him with a million thoughts racing through my mind, i told ardon that we were going to pray. it was not extravagant but short and direct. a minute later i looked over at him, then, he looked over at me, this time with recognition. when i asked him if he could see he told me yes, i asked about other things in the room and he could see them as well. we went on to the hospital where the doctors couldn't explain the loss of vision and eventually sent us home.

our Great Physician, however, is all knowing and able, so that's all that really matters. it was a scary and horrifying experience and ardon is still recuperating but we are so thankful for the progress that has all ready been made.