We have discovered a sport Justin can play, and actually make it through a whole game. Flag football. They play two 15 minutes halves. His body can handle that once a week.

It also helps that his dad is the coach. Jeff knows when Justin needs a break.

Justin is so happy to be part of a team again. He is thrilled to be involved in sports again.

And he did really well. He looked like every other kid out there. He wasn’t significantly slower or anything like that.

And, lately, Justin has been putting more effort into his school work. And not throwing nearly as many insane, steroid-induced tantrums.

So I think: maybe he is coming back to us. Maybe he is getting well.

He’s been in treatment for so, so long. Could he finally, REALLY be getting well?!

Then I think: this has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I have jumped out of an airplane, taught in inner-city schools and birthed a ten-pound baby.

But this. This has taken up my whole being. Staying next to this child for every second of his suffering.

And it’s been thousands and thousands of seconds.

It isn’t over. We have 6 months of treatments to go. Then who knows what beyond that.

But I think maybe Justin is coming back to us. I see him coming back.

Thank you, my friends, for your continued support and encouragement. Stay with us as we begin to approach the finish line.

And, God, let it be so that we will be able to say:

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7