Isaiah was supposed to stay in the hospital through the end of today at least. The neurological team was then going to evaluate his status before deciding if he could go home. Isaiah realized a couple of days ago that he would not be going home in time to attend church on Sunday morning. He was beyond upset. He started to argue with one of the medical providers. At first, I was embarrassed and wanted to scold him for being disrespectful. However, I realized that my little boy had gone through so much. As he sat up in that bed, with all of those wires sticking out from his little head and chest, I knew he had the right to protest his current situation. "God has healed me!" He shouted at the doctors. "If you won't let me go home, God will heal me so I can go to church!" The doctors planned to do some sort of strobe light procedure today to induce a seizure. However, they received his MRI results back yesterday and amazingly found nothing. All the other tests came back without any significant findings. Just a few days ago, my son was walking down the hallway of Riojas Elementary school in a daze dragging half of his unresponsive body down the hall and unable to hear the teacher who was asking him to stop. He was on the verge of a stroke according to Dr. Clarke. Today, we attended church. The doctors gave Isaiah some anticonvulsant medication which he will have to take for two years. They will continue to evaluate him for seizure and stroke activity. For today, we are glad to be home.