Monday, 18 June 2012


It is a wonder to me to watch my son's concern for others often even when he is in pain.  I find pain to be blinding - to everything beautiful, hopeful and outside myself.  Kim and I were comparing notes on our observations of what happens to Jordan when he is without pain and lucid.  Last night he held out his hands for mine and asked if he could do something for me....massage my hands for a change,

Kim is playing his guitar in Jordan's room while he gets ready for bed.  I can hear his ache in the strumming and the determination.

We received a beautiful reminder from a young friend who works at Subway when Jordan unpackaged his sandwich. Pic below.