Not the day Coleman and Team Larson asked for

Things were going fine. Peggy had the boys at the pottery place. They had a couple pieces from earlier in the week that they wanted to get painted. Coleman awoke happy and ready to go paint. Scott was back at the Ronald McDonald House doing things in preparation for going home Monday.

All was right with the world.
Then Coleman could not make his brush go where he wanted it to go.
He became shaky.
His speech became slurred.
He couldn't remember what the brush was called.
Peggy tried helping him, but he became frustrated and mad.
She called Scott and he came down.
They called the doctor, and he told them to take him to urgent care.
They walked the few blocks there.
Got a room. NOT where HE wanted to be!

From Peggy: "Coleman was very angry...he had asked me last night, "mommy? do we needa do teemo ta-morrow?" I told him, "no! you don't have to see ANY dr's or nurses tomorrow- it's just going to be a day of fun!" Again, what a liar I turned out to be... I have never seen him so upset, he kept crying, "I WANT OUTTA HERE! I DOAN WANNA BE HERE! I don't need ANYFING they have here ann I wanna doe HOME!" He was definitely not himself and we had a tough time comforting him."

Poor Coleman, and yes, poor Peggy and Scott. And a scared, attentive brother Caden.

I will put Peggy's report here now,
"We sat at the hospital all day. They did blood counts, and a CT. We had to wait for a neurologist to read it...and finally at 6:00 they said they faxed it and it looked the same as his last one, so we were free to go.

NO ANSWERS! They didn't know what caused it... Just if it happens again to bring him in right away. Finally at 6:30 we walked to get a piece of his favorite pizza, we came back to the house, did baths and they are in bed. He seemed better once we got back to the house.

Today is a day we don't want to relive. It was a long scary day. There were blessings though- we had a VERY kind nurse, and Coleman was so afraid he was going to have to be admitted...so thankful we are all 4 in bed together tonight. (did I ever mention our room at the RMD house has two twin beds? we pushed them together to make one big TEAM LARSON bed!)

We're praying tomorrow is better.

Please pray that we can make our flight on Monday and make it home okay. Scott and I both feel like we've been ran over by a train tonight.

We appreciate the support and prayers so much. THANK YOU!

Blessings to you all,
Team Larson"

Surely prayers for Coleman, and I hope each one who comes by my site will offer up a prayer for him, and continue as you go on your way. He has been on a long battle, and he is ready to win this war. Having read his mother's writings since before last Christmas, him weaving a place in my heart, going with them through the stem cell .... all this and much, much more. I was thrilled to see their local, and their church rally behind them this summer, and glad for the few days in the bouncy thing-a-majig before they left for NYC, their surprise.

God, keep him safe, under your wing. Whatever it is, work a miracle.