If you watch my wife, Sungryphon, then you already know what's going on. If you don't let me fill you in.

My handsome, blue eyed, happy baby boy has something wrong with him.
I was sitting at work on Tuesday when my wife called to inform me, fighting back choking up, that Griffon needs to have a brain MRI done. He has something called "spasticity of the lower extremities." Basically it's like this, he can't straighten his legs out all the way. He keeps them tucked or folded most of the time. He kicks his legs in the water, but he doesn't extend them all the way; and the muscles are drawn taught just stretching them a bit.
At 15:15 I walked into my boss's office and sat down and broke down. The tears weren't rolling but they were coming pretty good.

In all my years I learned I can tackle any job, do anything, push myself farther than I believed, and do things that I never thought I could. However, here was something that I couldn't tackle, wrestle or understand. He laughs, he smiles, he looks at me when I say, "hey boy." He knows when daddy is home and when I'm talking to him he lights up. How can he be sick? How can something be wrong?

After a day of feeling the worst I've felt in years, I finally let it go. I had to. I'm the rock, I've had my cry, now it's time to do something. I'm used to fixing things, I may not be able to fix this and it scares the shit out of me, but I won't stop doing stuff to help alleviate the problem, if I can't fix it.

I made the phone calls, I got things scheduled and I straightened stuff out. He has an X-ray for his hand tomorrow and my second job can go screw off, my boy means everything.

The bad part is that I've been scheduled to fly out to Malibu on Monday to head up to Pepperdine University for data collection. That means I'll be in California a week. The earliest appointment I could get for Griffy was on Monday.
Momma has to take him for the MRI on his own. Part of me wants to be here, but part of me knows that even with the MRI being ran on Monday, it'd be a bit before we get the results. Not to mention, I can't quit working yet.

The one thing this did make me realize is that we need to be in Alabama. The family, the friends, the love and support they're all there. Not to say all of our friends online and the few we have here don't pray and wish well for us, but it's different to have your mom tell you everything will be okay, as opposed to your friend who just made a phallic joke 10 minutes earlier.
Not to say that humor isn't oft the best medicine, but things take on a different perspective when you realize that the future just got even cloudier and you think you see funnel clouds in the distance.

Here's hope for clear skies and only quick storms.

Prayer is a powerful thing.

Peace.
Heath/Nightgryphon/BigTop.