More of the same

I actually think he may be no worse today. He's no better, but we'll take what we can get.
I keep coming down to the "playroom" at the hospital to blog. I kick those sick pediatric patients off the computer for my selfish purposes.
The staff here is really wonderful, and they are deeply concerned for Michael. The doctor and nurses are puzzled. Michael's lab work all looks as though he is a strong and healthy kid. The vision before me tells a different story.
He is not gaining weight. He is so thin, and so pale. As he sleeps, he looks like a skeleton, with too little skin stretched over sharp bones. It makes me cry to sit by his bed and watch that.
He is very uncomfortable, too. He's in pain, but there's more to it than pain. It's that sort of discomfort that makes him squirm as though he would prefer to climb out of his skin.
Please pray that we would be able to find out what's wrong.
Please pray that I would stay strong for him. I feel terribly fragile, myself. Sleep deprivation is not making my perspective any steadier.
Just pray.
Thank you, everybody.