Hope resonates...

     Despite the place I'm in right now, I've decided to link up to Fran's Small Miracles Blog Hop this week.  Hope is there, no matter how small.  Tomorrow, my nephew, will face yet another heart surgery.  He isn't even 3 years old, yet this boy has fought and survived 2 heart surgeries, one of which was a full on, invasive open heart surgery.  Tomorrow will be his second open heart.  I look at that little boy and can't help but feel hope rising...he is a fighter.  I know he will get through this.  But it still scares the crap out of me.  When we first found out he had a hole in his heart, I was optimistic.  I know how resilient babies are.  I knew he would come though with flying colors.  He was 6 months old when he had his 2nd surgery, the first open heart surgery.  Now, at almost 3, I'm not nearly as confident.  I can't help but wonder if that is because of losing her.  My hope is so hard to find...but its there.  I know he can get through this...I know it.  At least that's what I keep telling myself.  Born with Ventricular Septal Defect and holes in his heart, Z is a miracle, plain and simple.  Today, he gives me hope, that no matter how small you are, the fight can and will go on.  A fight that he will eventually win...