I talk a lot about counting your blessings. The original title of this post was going to be be careful what you wish for, but it seemed so negative. Sometimes we ask for the God and Goddess to help us learn certain lessons or for favors and we never know how they turn up.
On Thursday my mother was camping with some friends in the Sierras. She blew her nose and felt pain explode down from her head into her spine. She told the others she thought she had a stroke and needed to go to the hospital. She was air lifted to Chico, where she got a ct scan. She had a brain aneurysm that had hemorrhaged. she was then air lifted to UCSF where she had brain surgery on Friday to clip the aneurysm. She is stable and doing well and on the slow road to recovery.
We all of course rushed to her side. We could not take my sweet baby into the hospital, for one no one under 12 was allowed in the ICU and for two we didn’t need her getting any germs there. So while I was at my mothers side, or waiting for her to take visitors again, my wonderful husband was thrust into primary care giver for our Little. This is no easy task as she is just about two, and cutting her molars. Not to mention suddenly mom is no where to be found and we are in a strange place. My Husband is a champ though and took it all in stride. At this point you may wonder what this story has to do with the intro.
Well my husband and I had been having discussions about money and maybe buying a bigger house. If we did buy a bigger house I would have to get a job which is not something I want as I feel I didn’t have Little to have someone else raise her. He mentioned that he was not sure if I could handle a full time job and I told him I wish he had a better idea of what I did all day. Its not eating bon-bons and watching stories. So the sliver lining is after 4 days watching Little non stop including one day at home he has a really, really good idea about what I do all day. He says he has no idea how I manage it all. On top of it I have acquired two new jobs. I will be taking care of my mother when she comes home and I will be filling in as I can for her at the office.
Clearly this is not the way I would of wished for all of this to happen but I can find happiness in the fact that good did come of it. What’s more I count my blessings that moms hemorrhaging was just the right amount. Enough to get her some timely help and not to much to kill her or damage her in a permanent way. One of the people who happened to be camping with her was a medical doctor. She was flown to the best hospital in the world for this. She had her surgery on the full moon. All of these things could be coincidences but I think not. I know that the Goddess was giving my mom energy and life force. I just do.
So even in this horrible circumstances I can count my blessings and be thankful to the Lord and Lady that they took such good care of my mom and of us.