Time to end the suspense about the pickle, I suppose.

So I was offered the opportunity to switch positions with my current employer. It was an attractive thing in a way because it would get me away from some elements of my job that I really didn't want to be a part of any longer (see: regulatory compliance). On the other hand, I realized at the time that my career path was leading me away from my current employer. On top of that, with Ian's liver disease, it is a huge need for my family to move south in order to get closer to Atlanta for purposes of travel and the future follow-ups. I had, at the time, felt like I was going to leave someone somewhere in a lurch. So I had to choose between different interested parties, or so it seemed. Thankfully, it has all worked out well. The position I was offered was filled by someone quite competent, and now that I am leaving the New River Valley, time has been allotted to attempt to fill my roles within the company. I still hate those blasted dill pickles, and at the time this was all happening, this was a dilled dill pickle.

I am grateful to my employer here for all they did for me, my wife, and my son during our trials.

So, where are we off to? I have a job in Charleston, South Carolina, so we are moving there in June. Our house here in Radford was listed this past Friday and sold the next day, Saturday. Pretty incredible. Very exciting for us and especially for me, because it means Elaine and Ian will come down much sooner than we had originally thought.

Ian continues to do extremely well. His PELD is currently a 14 (his last labs were done here in this area). In about three months, he'll get a new score, and based on the last trends, his score will go down.

I believe that is all for now... Okay, so I know the pickle wasn't nearly as bad as it may have seemed at the time, but things were a bit stressful there for a while. I'm just glad I didn't have to try to eat that pickle...