Zach had "Crazy Hair Day" at school today. I sent him off wondering what the neighbors would think of his "new hair". It was created by layering cement-like hair gel with rock solid hair spray. It was made to endure.

I couldn't help wondering if it was still in place when the school nurse called early this afternoon to tell me that Zach had just thrown up. A mere 4 hours after I took this picture, he was reduced to a heaving, moaning, sobbing heap back home on the couch, his head resting (mohawk standing tall) on a wastebasket.

Poor Baby. He doesn't get sick very often. When he does, it seems to last all of 12 hours. I hope this time is no different. I can't help but think of the parents of a friend of a friend from church who, 28 days ago today, took their 10 month old precious baby girl to the pediatrician for a routine check up, only to find out that she had stage 4 Neuroblastoma. I followed their blog and grew much more attached than I intended to this beautiful baby. Cora started chemotherapy almost immediately, but passed away early in the morning of February 8th.

I watch my son suffer through the nausea, vomiting, fever and body aches of the stomach flu and know that as much as I hope this "love" isn't shared with the rest of us, I would do anything to take it from him and let it run its ugly course through my body. I simply can't imagine the anguish Jess and Joel endured watching the chemo ravage their sweet baby girls' body; not being able to hold her... and all without knowing whether or not she actually would feel better again soon. Though I don't "know" them, they're in my thoughts and prayers every day.