Earlier this morning, Dylan as always had
the most pleasant disposition as he came up at the door. He didn't appear like he had a very tough week, with the tumor increasing in size and having had frequent seizures. He sat through a long Monday assembly and willingly posed for the camera with his friends. Both my aide and I were in near-tears, listening to his mom's recounting of their most recent ordeal. His mom, despite lack of sleep and stress of having to go through this, never showed attitude and even found it in her heart to be generous of praise and thanksgiving. We continue to be inspired, and we continue to pray that Dylan gets to finish 4th Grade. I'm sure we'll be entitled for another wish of this nature when he moves up to 5th. For now, it's a really fervent wish and prayer that he gets the gift of healing so he could say next time, that he feels like a "5" ( which in Tribes lingo means he's very happy).