Clayton's Miracles

  • 1. Life after a terminal cancer diagnosis as an infant
  • 2. Learning to walk after being paralyzed as an infant
  • 3. Having his son, Max after being told that he was infertile due to the cancer & its treatment.
  • 4. Making the adoption connection with Violet to give his parents a second grandchild.
  • 5. Waking up from a coma and diagnosis of persistent vegetative state.
  • 6. Retention of cognitive abilities despite testing that indicated only his brain stem was functioning.
  • Future # 7. Learning to walk and talk again.
  • Future #8. Being Max's hero and raising him into adulthood.

Under Construction

Please bear with us as we add and elaborate on the details of Clayton's story.  Read the most recent dates and then skip down to the first posts. 

Tuesday

March 19th Warming up

Clayton is starting to warm up.  It takes a long time. It's done very slowly to ensure that the patient is comfortable, safe and healthy.  Too quickly would shock the body.

Max spend the day with me.  We tried to go to school but he just couldn't do it.  It was heartbreaking.  I was able to get him to go into the school but he just wouldn't go to his classroom. One of his friends, Paulina came in and saw that he was crying.  She wanted to know why and was comforting to him.  She tried telling a story of when her daddy went to the hospital because he broke his arm.  Her daddy was bringing her in and quietly explained that it's just not the same.   I left him in the care of Mrs. LaRocca, his assistant principal.  She would call me if they needed me to pick him up.  It was hard to leave him when we were both in tears.  He hadn't gone to school since Monday due to his cold sores and I didn't want him to fall behind.

Violet and I went to the flower shop to visit with Gram.   I had a feeling that he wouldn't do too well.  I can't imagine being seven, in first grade and facing that my dad could be dying in the hospital.  

Mrs. LaRocca called me while I was at the flower shop.  He wouldn't go to his class.  

When I arrived his teacher, Mrs. Strockbine was trying to convince him to go to his class.  She was firm but kind...and didn't have success.  They agreed that he'd go tomorrow and make up all three days worth of work today.

So, we went home and got caught up.  Grandmom and Aunt Dolores came over for lunch.  Aunt Dolores helped him finish up his work.  It was quite tough!

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