It's a picture of my girls taken 26 years ago. Those 26 years seem like a lifetime ago. I was married and living in a home in California. Life seemed pretty good. Although I knew my husband had mental health problems, I had hopes that he would follow the medical protocol that he was prescribed. He didn't, and just a few months later I had to pack up my home, put everything in storage and start down a long and difficult road. From then on it was just me and the girls. MY GIRLS!!
Nothing has been easy in those years, but I know that I have what is most important. I have my little family and they are what sustain me. So when we go through a crisis, as we have for the past two weeks with Katy's health, I feel shaken to the core. My world seems upside down. It isn't the first crisis we have had with her health and it probably won't be the last, but it never gets easier.
This morning, when I looked at their photo, as I do every morning, I knew that Cary could not go on trying to take care of her sister and her own three children, who needed her attention. She wanted to be in both places, but it was becoming very difficult. So I got up and began pulling clothes out of my closet and drawers. I knew that I needed to go to Atlanta. I was making a quick list of everything I needed to do when a text came through on my phone. The antibiotics were finally working, the pain was subsiding, and they were planning to discharge her. I felt as if my heart just stopped in that moment. I was so filled with gratitude.
So things will hopefully go back to normal. I put my clothes away, reorganizing my closet while I was at it, and started in on my regular daily routine. I will be going to Atlanta in two weeks and I will be grateful for another Christmas with my family, knowing how precious each moment is.
I want to thank you again for all of your prayers and warm wishes.