A year ago today was Winston's last surgery. What more can I say except that it has made all the difference in his life. His health has improved dramatically and his physical abilities are finally where they should be. He can run and climb and jump and tumble like a regular 3 year old. Before his surgery, he couldn't do any of those things. Going into this last surgery, we weren't sure if it would be a success. There was the possibility that Winston would end up with life long restrictions on his physical activities - all sports and activities with any kind of physical impact would have been off limits for him. This would have been a hard thing for Winston. He loves all sports and is as rough and tumble as boys come.
Before his surgery, my heart would break a little every time I thought about and wondered if he would be able to live a life without physical restrictions. I want so much for him. I want his life to be full of all the things that bring him happiness - to be full of joy and fulfillment. The success of his surgery is nothing short of a miracle. He's had so many miracles in his short life - he is a miracle. I would be remiss if I didn't express my deep gratitude for this wonderful little boy; for the joy he's brought to my life; for the inspiration he is to me - he never gives up even when the going is tough; for the prayers and blessings he's received to help him through those rough spots; for the doctors/nurses and their incredible abilities to fix the things wrong with his little body; for the love and support of our family and friends; for the quality of life he will now enjoy; for his life. Winston, you are my hero and I'll always be right here to support you and cheer you on.