I never thought I would see this day come.
Just about a month ago, our seven-year-old son, Jaxon Adair, was so desperately sick: doctors didn't hold out much in the way of hope for him. Now he is in a regular room here at the hospital and he is about to be released sometime later this week (or the beginning of next week).
Jaxon had a very rare (and deadly) bacterial infection (necrotizing fasciitis, or NF for short); he'd cut his leg somehow and the infection went haywire. There was talk that he could lose his leg, but miracles of miracles, the doctors and nurses were finally able to stop the rapid progression of the infection and ended up saving his life (and, more importantly, his leg).
He will probably face a long recovery; he will probably be weakened for a long time, but the thing to remember is this: he is finally out of the Pediatric intensive Care Unit (PICU) and is eating again! We have nothing but praise and thanksgiving to offer to God; after all, it was God who brought our son (and us) back from a deep, dark valley!
Our other child, Lexie, who is 11, is overjoyed that her brother will seoon be coming home from the hospital. We are as well: we are already planning a "welcome-home" party for our little guy when he gets "sprung" from the confines of the hospital!
Jax is in some pain, but every day, the pain grows less and less. His appetite is returning, but he is sick of hospital food: every day, Jack (my husband) or myself have to sneak a trip to McDonald's or Burger King to get him a Burger, fries, and Coke; he hates hospital food! (Don't blame the kid one bit! Hospital food is downright NASTY!!)
Jaxon will have scars on his legs from the surgeries he had (he had ten total), but it's nothing that pants won't be able to hide if he gets self conscious about them. We will try to reassure him and tell him that it's okay; we will tell him that his scars are badges of honor and that he should be proud of having survived such a devastating illness that often kills more people than not.
Well, Jack and I are getting ready to head over to the hospital to see our boy; this time we are bringing Lexie with us. Lexie is excited; this is the first time she will have seen her brother since he became so sick; she has missed him terribly! I will write in here again with another update; until then, this is Roxanne Begley saying so long and God bless! Pray that our son continues to do well in his recovery! We would greatly appreciate it; thanks in advance!