My name is Brady. In my short seven months I have spent more than 150 days in the hospital. I cannot breathe without tubes in my nose giving me oxygen. I don't get to nurse from mommy, drink a bottle or eat food. My food goes through a tube into my tummy. It has to go really slowly so I'm attached to a pump all the time. I take medicine six times a day to keep me healthy enough to be home. I can't go many places because it isn't safe for me to be around germs. I don't get to take real baths because I've had an IV in my arm for most of my life and for the foreseeable future it will stay there. It makes it hard for me to use that arm the way I would like. I'm not very strong because I am so sick. I cannot roll over or sit up or easily reach for my toys to play. I get very tired and need to sleep a lot. I spend as many as 4 or 5 days a week going from appointment to appointment where doctors and nurses and therapists poke, prod, and examine every inch of me. My blood cells are "broken", my liver is sick, and my lungs don't work right. I don't know when or if I will get better. I don't know if I'll ever be able to run and play with my sisters and brother. I don't know if I'll ever get to play little league or ride a bike or go swimming or go to an amusement park. I don't know how many tomorrow's I will get. But, I LOVE my todays. I smile, A LOT. I'm a happy little guy no matter what I go through. Maybe next time you're about to post a status telling the world how terrible YOUR day has been, how hard YOUR life is, maybe take a second and think of me. Think of all the other kids just like me.
Now, is your life really that bad???
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