Every year on this day, I send an email with pictures to Dr. Mizell.
Dr. Mizell is Kaydon's attending physician.
He has been since Kaydon was six months old.
He is a gastroenterologist.
Extraordinaire.
The best there is.
This man has my heart.
He saved my son's life repeatedly.
And, he saved my heart in the process.
He would come to the hospital to do rounds before 6 am.
He would gently wake me up as I held my boy, laying in the same hospital bed as my son.
It was against the rules, but this mama was not one to mess with.
He would patiently wait for me to fully wake up, since I had just fallen asleep every single time.
Then he would pick Kaydon up, with all of the tubes and plugs and such as I climbed out of bed.
The doctor would sit in the rocking chair and hold my fragile baby as I went to shower and get some breakfast.
He was the only reason I would ever leave my boy.
Today, Kaydon is big and strong and athletic and bright and kind and lives with purpose.
He is active.
He climbs mountains, literally.
He serves the people around him.
His testimony is the strongest I have ever heard.
He is in tune at all times.
He is a hard worker.
He is smart.
He is everything that so many other doctors told me he would never be - and he is the best.
On this 17th year of his life, I offer thanks to Dr. Mizell for believing in his purpose.
I also thank God for allowing me the honor of being this boy's mama.
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