They slip away like wet spaghetti from my fork.
My mind reaches out, but my hands come back empty.
The words I need to tell my story, lost,
Stumbling around in the darkness of my thoughts.
It’s all too much.
Too much for words.
Overwhelmed.
Afraid.
Staying strong.
Trusting.
Thankful.
Relieved.
Finally.
Lord, I believe. I believe you love my son and you will help him. Thank you. Amen.
Blue Skies and Green Pastures 
Praying with you for your son. God bless you all!
Thank you Ryan. God is in control!
Bless you. Yes, God is in control. My theme song when I go through things like CAT scans and such is “My Life Is In Your Hands” by Kathy Troccoli.