I've said before how difficult it is for me to ask for help. I was raised to believe I can do everything... and I can do it by myself. Or maybe it is in my genes.
But I was at rock bottom. I was out of options.
And in asking for help, I have been blessed. Blessed by my neighbors who came over to check on us after reading this blog and then who picked up some groceries for us so that Kellen had fruit this morning for breakfast, which is about the only thing he is eating right now. Blessed by another neighbor who took Kellen to his gymnastics class this morning and then is running errands with him until noon. Blessed by friends, near and far, who have asked how *they* can help.
I am not alone. I do not have to bare these challenges alone. And I am just so thankful that there are so many who are willing to help us through them.