Miners and Mothers and Boyfriends, oh my!
Dear Idaho,
On a day when I've got so much to be grateful for, it seems odd that I can't get the lone miner out of my head. The news reported that "only one miner was found alive" and I thought that was strange. The miners were trapped for so long and the air quality was so poor and the people had so little hope. No one responded when they tapped on the pipes. The camera didn't show any signs of life. And yet they found a miner alive! I think that's fantastic! Yes, terrible for the miners that died, but how amazing and wonderful that one of them lived! So I'm grateful for that, and I won't even call it a small miracle.
Of much greater importance to me personally, I'm grateful that my mom's ok. It scares the hell out of me that she had a heart attack. It makes her that much more fragile. I had a hard time coping with her arthroscopic knee surgery; a heart attack is a whole nother thing entirely. I hate the idea of her laying helpless in a hospital, tubes and wires stuck to her arms. Her skin is so thin - won't it tear? Will she bruise? Can she sleep? Is my dad with her? Is she scared? Is he? I wish I were there, but the closer proximity won't make me any more powerful to help. The doctors say she'll be fine. I should relax.
She was admitted to the hospital for stomach pain and was diagnosed with gall stones. She'll have her gall bladder removed in a couple months. More surgery!
I'm grateful for Hoag Hospital. It's a wonderful facility with a beautiful view of the ocean. I don't think they have a bustling trauma center. The atmosphere is nothing like County USC. I know she's in good hands. I thank God she's ok. Last night I prayed in gratitude that she's ok, and I asked that God watch over her, and I thanked Him for sending me J.
Which brings me to the Boyfriend part of the title of this post. I would've been a mess of tears and snot last night had he not been there. I can't begin to describe how much he comforts me, just holding me, kissing my forehead, telling me she'll be alright. I am so lucky to be with him. I thank God for him everyday.
-S
On a day when I've got so much to be grateful for, it seems odd that I can't get the lone miner out of my head. The news reported that "only one miner was found alive" and I thought that was strange. The miners were trapped for so long and the air quality was so poor and the people had so little hope. No one responded when they tapped on the pipes. The camera didn't show any signs of life. And yet they found a miner alive! I think that's fantastic! Yes, terrible for the miners that died, but how amazing and wonderful that one of them lived! So I'm grateful for that, and I won't even call it a small miracle.
Of much greater importance to me personally, I'm grateful that my mom's ok. It scares the hell out of me that she had a heart attack. It makes her that much more fragile. I had a hard time coping with her arthroscopic knee surgery; a heart attack is a whole nother thing entirely. I hate the idea of her laying helpless in a hospital, tubes and wires stuck to her arms. Her skin is so thin - won't it tear? Will she bruise? Can she sleep? Is my dad with her? Is she scared? Is he? I wish I were there, but the closer proximity won't make me any more powerful to help. The doctors say she'll be fine. I should relax.
She was admitted to the hospital for stomach pain and was diagnosed with gall stones. She'll have her gall bladder removed in a couple months. More surgery!
I'm grateful for Hoag Hospital. It's a wonderful facility with a beautiful view of the ocean. I don't think they have a bustling trauma center. The atmosphere is nothing like County USC. I know she's in good hands. I thank God she's ok. Last night I prayed in gratitude that she's ok, and I asked that God watch over her, and I thanked Him for sending me J.
Which brings me to the Boyfriend part of the title of this post. I would've been a mess of tears and snot last night had he not been there. I can't begin to describe how much he comforts me, just holding me, kissing my forehead, telling me she'll be alright. I am so lucky to be with him. I thank God for him everyday.
-S
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