It has been a while since I have written a blog. Many of those who know me know that my middle child has been having some health problems. Throughout the doctor’s visits, and hospital stays I try and stress to others that he has something wrong, but it is not serious. It never became an issue that I felt really needed to be stressed until we began visiting a children’s hospital to see a specialist.
The hospital is amazing; it was built and designed specifically for children. The most amazing thing though is all of the children there. I understand not all of them are there for serious issues, but it does not change the fact that they are there. Many of them are there day after day, week after week. I thank God that my child is only there so often and yet I thank God for allowing me to see the children that are seriously ill, and have the strength of warriors. They are only children, but are enduring much more than many adults with ever endure.
My child stayed in the hospital overnight for a procedure that was being done the following day. After being discharged the next afternoon, we road in the elevator with a lady that had a bag full of clothes from her daughter that was staying in the hospital. She asked how the stay was and what he was there for. She said she was curious because the floor was mainly full of children all with a similar type of illness. I wish I could remember what the name of the illness was, but it was hard to focus when all I could think was how bad I felt. Here I was walking out after 24 hours with my child, up and around going home. The woman was heading home to do laundry and spend time with her other four children, since she has been in and out of the hospital with her daughter for the past 11 months. Her daughter was only a year and a half old, and yet the mother seemed so strong. It was life, these were the cards they were dealt, and she was handling it the best she could.
I wanted to hug her, I wanted to cry for her, I wanted to take the illness from her daughter for a day and let them just be normal for that short time. All of the children, I wish I could just make it better, I wish I could just let all of them know that they are amazing and strong… amazingly strong.
I have three children, three healthy children. Although sometimes I would like to trade them in, or even just give them away.(Especially today in the bank, but that is a whole other blog.) They are my wonderful children. I do not know how I would react if they ever fall victim to a serious illness or disease, or if I were to ever lose any of them. But seeing these children and their parents, I realized that life is too short to worry about what is to come, it is here for the taking. Cherish the moments we have together, the sunny days, and the calming rain. Be strong in the moments that we need to be, and do not feel ashamed to give in to emotions at times also.
Recently I was contacted by a woman asking to name her blog in mine to have others check her out. I was so happy to hear that she is a contributor on the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance Blog. Her name is Melanie Bowen and she is an advocate for natural health and cancer patients. I think it is great that she hits the issues head on and gives great advice on staying as healthy as you can. I am attaching the link to her page on Mesothelioma.com, but I ask that you check the whole website out as it gives not only great support but also news of things going on in everyday life.
I hope that after you have read this blog you will look around at the life you are living and cherish it a bit more. We will all face something in our lives that we think may break us, but never forget that others are hitting their fears head on with not only fear, but also courage.
