But sometimes life has other plans. I have two close friends who have sons traveling to regional hospitals today for medical testing and treatments. I feel sick to my stomach for them. It is so scary.
When traveling to a lager a hospital, I think the initial feeling is relief. It is nice to know your concerns are being taken seriously and that validation is comforting. It is exciting. I know that is a horrible word to describe such an awful event. But I remember feeling excitement. I was ready to get going and get out of the small hospital that could not do anything for Matilda. I was excited that progress was taking place.
It can also be so exhausting both mentally and physically. Lack of sleep is one thing but then add to it tension, worry, and having to process so much all at once.
My heart is racing. I am terrified for them.
When I was young my cousin needed to be flown to a larger hospital, while we were all at our cabin. To this day, I don't know the details, but I am haunted by it. I remember when the helicopter came to pick her up. All the grownups looked shocked and confused and stood around looking grim. I fell to my knees and I prayed as hard as I could. I didn't know what was going on, but I had faith and I prayed.
I did the same today. I fell to my knees and I prayed. I cried and I prayed. Having children is so much harder than anything else. It is hard because it is so wonderful. The love you feel for your children is so strong that it hurts. It hurts.
So please say a prayer for Gabriel and for Luke. They both have very different things going on, but families who love them all the same.
