There is nothing that will quite bring you down to reality than a walk through Children's Hospital. We have gotten accustomed to the check ups in Cincinnati every 4 months. Many times it can seem mundane, that is until you go up to the 5th floor where the BMT unit is and every time it is like reality slaps you in the face. Today, we passed two BMT kids in the hall on the way back from treatment or surgeries. They are easy to tell because they are wearing their protective masks and are missing their hair. As soon as I saw them, immediately I remembered the eight straight months Isaac spent in his room there and our one and a half years up there. We will probably never forget that time and that is a good thing because it serves as a constant reminder of all we have to be thankful for.
P.S. If you would remember a little boy named Jack Huffman in your prayers. He is from this area and currently going through a bone marrow transplant.
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