Here we are New Years Eve and I couldn't care less! Ha! I feel like I should want to go out and ring in the new year but I don't. Not even a little bit! I'm going to ring in the New Year with a couple of my favorite people, my hubby, my boy, and my brother. Wish more of my family could come over but that would mean driving home with the dumb ass drunks later and I'd rather they just stay home.
I'm pretty excited my brother, Mikey is in town for a few days. I think Kye's a fan too.
Anyway...Kye goes to get his Fluoroscopie on Monday. I'm almost positive his diaphragm isn't moving. I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure I'm not. I don't really know what to hope for, I guess acceptance and strength. He struggles to breath sometimes so I'd like them to fix it but, I don't want him to have surgery...ho hum. I'm actually not dwelling on it much. I know he's a strong little dude, he's been through the wringer already and he's healthy for the most part. Pesky diaphram, possible missing pec, maybe other minor infractions, hopefully not but I'm steeled for it...just small hurtles to get past. We can do it. So lets get together and say a word for the little guy, I know he's strong but a little prayer can't hurt.