Phillip spends a lot of time on his mother Milly's back, too. At two and a half, he still can't walk at all. He isn't even able to stand. He has sickle-cell disease, which causes him a lot of pain and swelling in his joints.
One day, though, it was "cold." Finger quotes, because it was maybe in the upper 60's. I call it refreshing. I think Phillip did, too, because he actually scooted away from Milly, fast, all the way over to the neighbor's house, where some boys were giving the thatch roof a bowl haircut, pitching the ends into a wheelbarrow. For once, Milly was calling Phillip, and he wasn't paying any attention to her, so fascinated with the work those big boys were doing. When they started pushing the wheelbarrow away, Phillip started scooting after them at an amazing speed. All the bead ladies were laughing to see that little guy so excited about something. It gives us hope that someday, in the not too distant future, with good medical care, Phillip will learn to walk.
I'm committed to giving Milly a bit extra to help with Phillip's medical care. If you would like to join me, you can donate to his care as easily as you buy a product right here! And whether or not you give, thanks for reading until the end. Please keep Phillip in your prayers!