So, Furry might be sick.

Very sick.

Cystic Fibrosis .

I’ve read med MD. I know the general prognosis.

I also know that life is not always fair and I believe that everything happens for a reason.

Regardless, it is a bit overwhelming to think that this child, whom we love so very much, may be ill. That we have taken his health and his future for granted.

I’ve asked a lot of people to pray.

I’ve reminded myself to pray.

I’ve promised that even if Furry is really really sick, I will still be annoyed by his brattiness. I will still tease him mercilessly and indoctrinate him into the ways of my family where we laugh at everything - even the bad stuff.

Especially the bad stuff.