Goals

Well, we're home from the hospital. Wiley is doing better. We are all tired and very glad to be home. As we say, this is our new "normal" life. I'm not sure we will ever get use to this.

This week the goal was to get home. The first aspect of a goal is is must be meaningful. For us, "Home" was meaningful. We would do anything it took to make it home. From Tuesday mid day till Friday afternoon, i stayed at the hospital. Except for a few hours at the office. I was by his bed watching all the meds, the fluid inputs and outputs. It was long and grueling. But it's a job only my wife and I feel we can do. We have lots for family that have volunteered to help and are just as concerned about Wiley as we are. But, we just can't leave. Stacy went home at night to take care of our younger son, Hunter. Who, by the way, has been a real trooper as well through all this. He has had to grow up way to fast. But he has done so with a great attitude.

"Home" was the goal. We went without sleep. We talked to the doctors and nurses about what we have seen work best for Wiley. We did everything we were asked to do. We documented everything the doctors requested. We had to practice "tough love" every 6 hours by making him give a blood sample. And the list goes on. But we had our eyes on the prize of going home. All the work was worth it.

For a goal to be successful, that prize has to be bigger than the price. Otherwise, it's too easy to give up.