So apparently the growing pains that my 13-year-old was experiencing were a bit more than that.  Ruby, my wife, took Heather to the hospital to get checked out and that is when they decided to keep her over night.  Without getting into too much detail about her condition they have several experts working on it.  I just got off the phone with Heather and she seems to be taking it well enough.  She is happy that she has access to facebook, youtube and netflix (a teenage girl's three essentials).

Meanwhile her 3-year-old baby brother, Christian, has been hanging out beside her. He gives her hugs and tells her that he loves her and she'll be ok.  As for myself, I am worried sick.  Last I knew, the doctors still aren't sure what is causing her condition and it has me beside myself.  The worst part, is NOT knowing what's wrong with your child. 

Ruby, who just beat breast cancer, is holding out amazingly well.  She is one of the strongest women I have ever known.  She helped me care for my parents until they passed away, had the responsibility of putting her EX-HUSBAND to rest, battling cancer herself, sending me off to make a better tomorrow in Asheville and now is sitting by her daughter's side praying all will be alright.

As for me, I'll just keep praying and burning up the phone lines home to North East Ohio to make sure all is well.  If the prognosis is bad I will head north immediately because my family needs me.  Even though Heather is my step daughter I love her like she was mine.  When her daddy died of a heart attack a few years ago I promised her I would help fill that void.  I can't ever replace her daddy, a guy I really liked by the way, but I will do my best to make sure his baby girl grows up to be a lady he will be proud of.