My mom is in the hospital. Her foot is infected-a diabetic ulcer- and they're trying to keep from having to amputate it. She is currently on the 9th floor.
My aunt Carol is also in the hospital; she is on the 10th floor. She's having heart issues and is retaining fluid like crazy.
If that's not crazy enough, there's my husband. He hasn't been himself in nearly two months. He's in pain constantly and can barely walk. Thank God we have another treatment scheduled for Dec 1st, but that's not coming quickly enough. His pain and depression have been raging. I try not to let it affect me, but it does on occasion.
Most days I feel trapped in a sea of sadness. I wonder what the purpose of all of this is. Is there some big lesson I should learn? Is there someone to whom I should impart wisdom? Is this even about me, or is this continuing to happen because of Derrick not learning his lesson from all of this?
I hope and pray for deliverance because most days I feel like I've had all I can handle.
I'm thinking about writing a book--completely unrelated of course. Something fiction and about some place I'd like my life to be in that it will never make it to--an island or some exotic destination.
Peace and adieu.
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