Today is Griffin's birthday, and I'm bound and determined that it won't be overshadowed by Jameson's illness or hospital stay. Doug and I got up early and took Darren to see Jameson. Jameson adores Darren and vice versa. I knew it would do him a world of good to see him baby brother and I was right. His eyes lit up when I pushed Darren's stroller into the room.
We visited with Jameson until the baby got restless and bored, and Jameson wanted to take a nap. When I got home, I sent out some emails to some of Jameson's friends (through his Facebook page). I wanted to let them know what happened and ask them to please keep him in their thoughts and prayers. One girl, Cate, wrote back right away and said she would pray for Jameson and asked me to keep her informed. One friend, however, wasn't nearly as considerate. I realize this boy and Jameson have had their issues and had basically ended their friendship. I had hoped, however, that difference could be put aside and this child would be sympathetic to the seriousness of this illness - if not for Jameson, then for heaven's sake, for his poor mother!
Instead, I received the following reply:
"Don't take this personally, but I don't care. I don't like Jameson. He was mean 2 me for 5 months."
That child was lucky he wasn't standing in front of me as he said it, or there would be two eleven year olds in the area who couldn't walk. My blood boiled as I wrote back, telling him that this was a serious situation and that there was a possibility Jameson might never walk again. I told him I had hoped he was mature enough to care, but that I was wrong. He only wrote back with a frowny face. I let it drop even though what I really wanted to do was throttle him.
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