Well... Michelle picked Brandon up, so now it's Mike, Katie and me again... and I finally have control of the computer. LOL Thank God for the computer... the kid's 11 years old, and there's really not much fun stuff to do around here, but he manages to find tons of games online that keep him busy for hours. I can't wait until Spring and Summer when he can go outside to play when he's here.

Since the clots this morning, Mike has gone out a few times and gone with no clots... until just a few minutes ago... then a huge one came out. He strained for so long to get it to pass that I almost cried for him. Oh my God... it's starting... I can feel it.

I'm trying not to let him see (or feel) how I'm feeling. He doesn't know he's sick, at least I don't think he does... not yet. But I know he knows something is wrong... I can tell when he looks at me as he's pushing. I just can't do this... of course I know it's something I "have" to do... but I pray that all my friends will stick with me... I need you all so very much right now, and I feel I'm going to need you even more very soon (still praying "not" too soon).

Mike is still gimpy on his leg. I wish he hadn't re-injured it. I try not to give him Rymidal except in extreme instances, even though Dr. Kari says it won't harm him. But today, he was limping really bad, and I gave him one to ease the pain. I knew he was in quite a bit of pain because he didn't want me to massage it. It didn't hurt him when I rubbed it... no cries or yelps... but it was like he just doesn't want to be bothered getting a massage. I'm going to try again in a little while and hope he'll lay by me long enough to allow it. Today was the first time he's ever turned away from my sitting on the floor with him.

Miss Katie is doing fine. She's a ball of energy. I have to say, she really has created a spark in Mike. He acts like a puppy again when they play. (This is so funny... I just wrote that last line, and he picked up his head and is staring at me... like he knows I'm talking about him).

I just tried rubbing his leg again... he was fine with me rubbing it but decided he wanted to do a happy dance instead of laying still with Mommy. He's such a good dog... there's never been one like him and never will be. My heart is so full of love for him. Just to look at him makes me realize how very blessed I am to have had him come into my life. I can't even "think" of being without him. My one and only prayer is that God, in His great mercy, heals my sweet boy and keeps him with me for a very long time. It's all in His hands... and I know He is always watching out over me... I just have to pray that His will is my will... if not... I will trust that He will help me get through this.

Please, everyone, say some prayers for the best friend anyone has ever had... he means so much to me. I can't type anymore.

Love You All