I wanted to write a lengthy post about how much I admire him. His family. About the mark they've left on our family. And how connected we feel to them. How his website was among the first I stumbled on the evening our world changed. How I found hope and joy in his beautiful smile. And blue eyes.
About the passion his daddy has poured into advocating for the IS community. And how my heart swells with pride to stand with this beautiful family to whom we are connected by a rare seizure disorder.
But alas...like most everything in my life these days...I ran out of steam. And have a half post written yesterday rubbing elbows with my other unfinished thoughts in the draft folder.
But my heart is with them. My thoughts. Prayers breathed over laundry. And during dinner. While I go about living my life here.
Broc is likely in the OR right now. Having grids placed. After courageously battling through hundreds of seizures daily for the past eight years. Running the gamut of tests and meds. A MEG scan finally detected a focus. And for the next week Broc will endure 3 brain surgeries in the hopes of slaying the Beast.
And so I will be saturating their family in prayer and tears from my little cape cod nestled in a coastal hamlet of New England. Hoping like crazy this is Broc's key. Praying like crazy for wisdom and comfort and peace...
I hope you'll join me...