I Will Try and Fix You.

Dear Jack, my beautiful boy.

Its been a while since I have written.  I have started this journal when you were hospitalized last December.  One of many times.  Heartbreaking nights spent in the ER followed by weeks in the hospital and then home with Picc Lines and Ports.  You have always shown me how strong, passionate and resilient you are during your hospital stays Jack.

Last spring we made the heartbreaking choice to hold you back, repeat the 8th Grade.  Mostly fear that you would be unprepared, you had missed so much school, you had spent too much time in the hospital.  The decision broke my heart.  Your hospitalizations this time were particularly brutal.  Your Picc line infection, which was near fatal, took everything out of you.  Your survived Jack, you fought with all your heart and soul.

And your reward, I was holding you back.  I was making you stay in the eight grade while all your friends headed off to High School  That was your reward for working so hard to get healthy, to live.

Well you headed off to the 8th grade, your sister texted that you looked lonely in the cafeteria.  To Sam a popular Junior at Rye Hight this was devastating.  You said nothing Jack.  Not a world.

Three weeks in to the school year the principal called me into her office.  She sat me down and said we needed to talk about Jack. I just sat there ready to fight for you, like I always did.  She said "Mrs. Clark we are moving Jack to Rye High".  You had straight As and had worked so hard and done so well, everyone at the Middle School was convinced its where you belonged.  Tears rolled down my cheek.

My beautiful boy Jack, so far this life has been hard, its thrown so much at you.  I have lost count of how many days you have been hospitalized, how many needles, picc lines, IVs, ports you have had.  How many times you have been medicated with moraphine for your pain, told you were not going home.  Through it all, you have been a shining light Jack.  Your only question for the Doctors "When can I go back to the Skate park?"  You live life well Jack.  You rarely complain, You never take a breath without being grateful for it.

I will spend the rest of my life trying to fix you Jack.  I love you with all my heart.  I will make sure that the competition you won recently at the skate park will be the first of many.  I will fix you Jack.

Love,

Momma