Okay, I’d set a goal of blogging every day, and so far it’s been a losing battle on that front.
But, you know what? After four days spent sitting in a hospital room while my mom under went and recovered from cardiac catheterization for two blockages after suffering a mild heart attack, the idea of daily blogging really does get put into perspective.
You know what I discovered?
The world did NOT come to an end just because I didn’t make that personal goal.
The world did NOT care that I didn’t blather on about my writing, or the Packers, or how I have no motivation or enthusiasm.
The world cared that I stayed at my mom’s side, asked questions of her doctors and nurses when she wasn’t clear enough to do so herself, and called for help when she needed it – whether that be for a meal, a trip to the toilet, or because her chest hurt and she needed some medication. The world cared that I had a spare pair of underwear for her to use, and a cell phone to keep family and friends in the information loop. The world cared that a dear friend made mom’s day (and mine) by bringing her a small jar of Pond’s Cold Cream so her face wouldn’t dry up.
And through this all, you know what I did discover? I have an awesome group of family and friends, and so does my mother. My heartfelt thanks have, and will continue to, go out to those wonderful persons who helped wherever they could. To those who offered help, provided rides and friendly ears and shoulders to lean on, brought coffee and cold cream and laughter. It also goes out to the wonderful doctors, nurses, and support personnel at Meriter Hospital in Madison and Boscobel Hospital and Bluff Street Clinic in Boscobel. And to the wonderful people at Clarity Care where I work.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude, and that’s far better a feeling than that brought about by managing a blogging goal – and that’s the truth.
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