We had a great afternoon/evening at the movies. Avengers: Endgame was amazing. I’ll leave it at that cause I don’t want to ruin it for anyone. I’m so grateful that we had the opportunity to do this as a family. ☺
Unfortunately, that’s where the awesome news ends and the bad news begins.
After the boys went to bed tonight, Gavin came downstairs to take his bedtime meds, but before he did that, he needed to tell us something. I’ve grown to dread these moments because when he says things like this, it’s seldom something I want to hear about.
Gavin informed us that he wouldn’t be able to help out around the house tomorrow because “I’m going to be needed at HQ a lot cause Sonic has a really bad cold and I have to take care of him.” He was dead serious about this.
I can’t express just how heartbreaking it is to have my 19-year-old son, stand in front of us and say these things. This is all very real to him, and as far as he’s concerned, he’s literally going to be in a different dimension, nursing Sonic the Hedgehog back to health.
Hearing that crushed Lizze and I both. It sort of killed the rest of the evening, not because he did anything wrong, but because we know that he’s not getting better, and his symptoms are not being managed.
No matter how good our afternoon was, there’s no way to experience this and not have it take us down a few notches.
At the end of the day, we’re only human.
I’m going to bed heartbroken.