9.5 years later. 2 feet taller. Leaps and bounds smarter. Different doctor. But the same boy. Same hospital. Same support staff. Same ideal outcome.
Milo is in for what should be his last surgery. This is the surgery we’ve anticipated for 16 years. Being here seems surreal yet natural.
We arrived at 6:10am. We said goodbye at 7:37am. His first cut happened about 9am. Now we wait. Doctor says he’ll look different when he comes out of surgery. No matter how his mortal body looks, Milo will always be Milo.
All marked up and ready to go. They wanted to make sure they cut open the right cheeks. HeHe :o) 
Walking down the long hallway. We used to walk down that hallway with him….
Milo has been anxious/angry/sad/relieved about this for months. But he has been a trooper about it and understands the need to endure the pain now for a better life for the rest of his life.
This surgery will consist of pulling out his upper jaw. Pushing in his lower jaw. Removing his wisdom teeth and, if they decide in the operating room it is necessary, a rebuild of his chin. They will hold it all together with two plates on each side of his nose with 4 screws in each plate. One plate on each side of his jaw with 4 screws each. Lots of wiring and rubber banning to keep it all tight for the next 2-4 weeks.
Should be an interesting 2-4 weeks.
Here’s to a boy and his surgery. We sure do love this boy. Not so much his surgeries. But are grateful for them. Modern science, technology and medical advances have saved my boy. God is good.