|18 on the 18th!|
Our pediatrician examined Ezra a week or so after we brought him home to our trailer floating on logs in the ocean. By this time, he had gotten some good nutrition in him and was sporting a little tan. He looked considerably improved but we knew that his condition was grave. After looking at his blood work and renal ultrasound, our doctor couldn't look us in the eyes. There were tears in his as he explained just how slim Ezra's chances of reaching adulthood were. We were not shocked or surprised, but sober as we asked the Lord to help us to do whatever we were needed to do.
Thirteen years and 13 surgeries later including a renal transplant that you can read about here, Ezra is still with us. It has been heart wrenching to see all he has had to go through, but the Lord has used it to bring blessings none of us could have foreseen. People in several states lent aid and prayer to get him this far. Doctors and nurses have been awed at his perseverance and patience during horridly painful situations. Other young people have been encouraged by seeing him continue to survive and his family has been strengthened, made more empathetic and more understanding by walking through these trials with him.
When Ezra entered our family, he was a tiny flickering flame. The trials have made him stronger and his life is burning brightly. We are thankful to the Lord for him and the opportunity to be his parents.
God bless you Ezra!