God MUST Have A Sense of Humor

As my parents prepared to leave for the 12 day stay at MD Anderson, I stayed behind helpless, lost in prayers and questioning everything about life and its purpose as my youngest bundle of joy, Josie Eats Mostly, suddenly stopped eating and caught a cough, cold and fever, which she unknowingly spread to her mother thru extraneous fluids...who am I to deny kisses and hugs when she needs them most?

So, here I sit, with a low grade fever, feeling MISERABLE, listening to my smallest daughter cough up a lung and trying to tend to her every need while her oldest sister pouts in jealous outrage at how unfair life can be...when the attention isn't all on her.

It is during times like these I "miss" having a partner. My parents have been my backbone and support for the past three years and when my mom needs me the most (during dad's surgery) this Thursday, I'll be at work. I will already be behind from missing 2 days and next week the girls are set for surgery - more days off and more work piling up. All of this while the two people who've loved me thru thick and thin face their greatest battle.

*Cue Violin* - Is it too much to ask for some good news? OK, fever starting to climb...getting a bit too lucid:)