This is going to be our life now. Doctors and hospitals and medicine and insurance and infections and not knowing from one day to the next. And it's not even me. I have to watch my sweet brave little 4 year old boy suffer and know that I can't make him better with a kiss. In fact, we will have to do things that hurt and make him sick to try and heal him. And even when (when not if when not if when not if) he is successfully through all of this, the fear will never leave, the tests will be there for the rest of his life, and he will only have one kidney.
Tonight my heart is breaking.
