It's another cool, pre-fall night and I love it! Despite the fact that I can feel an allergy-induced illness coming on (I always get 1. sick and 2. insomnia when the weather changes) the chilly mornings and nights make me happy!
It's been a busy, busy week, starting with a birthday celebration on Sunday, followed by the end of PJ's sessions of Occupational Therapy at CHOP, his usual Early Intervention therapies, a play date or two, dinners with family, and the beginning of a course of speech therapy sessions at CHOP.
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Bottom scores are his recent ones! Good stuff. |
And that kind of progress, y'all? It ain't cheap. Although actually, it's cheap for us. Thank to a sliding fee scale, the fees for this service will never be more then you can afford. But it has to get paid for somehow, and donations to Autism Speaks are just one way to make sure ALL children affected by Autism can have the opportunity to make the same progress PJ has. Not every state offers what New Jersey offers, either. A recently made a new friend through my blog who is going through the same thing, but sadly, the programs in her state are very far behind the ones in NJ. And who falls behind when this happens? Without his therapists, without his doctors, without all of this help, Pete and I would be floundering, and PJ would still, likely, be nearly silent.
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PJ working hard during OT! |
So I'd ask you to think of PJ; think of my tall, smart, gorgeous niece Grace; think of the son or daughter of your friend or family member. Autism affects 1 child in 88, so it's likely you know somebody affected. Think of your own beautiful children, and imagine if things were different.
You can click here to donate. Donations can be made online, or you can print out a form to be mailed in. If all you can afford is a dollar and the envelope to mail it in, that's one dollar closer to a cure for Autism and therefore, it's pretty damn awesome.
I know that I will be walking Saturday because after all of the work that PJ has done, I can put in a little work, myself.
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