Before we left Boston, Marshall got a shot of Synagis to supposedly prevent the very illness stealing his strength and his breath as I type.

NO ONE told me he would need a dose of this shot monthly. Luckily I just found this out on my own…

As with any upper or lower respiratory issue, morning and night are worse.

Lets just leave it at I haven’t cried yet as I’ve watched Marshall struggle today.

My god I’d give anything to be able to take all of the illnesses and wounds life subjects the wild boys to just so they wouldn’t have to.

But since I can’t, I’m holding Marshall closer, helping him as I can, waiting the worst of it out, and monitoring everything I think of…