My husband has been in the hospital for ten days. He went in through ER with an infection in his leg. We were not expecting this at all, let alone for things to last this long. We don’t know when he will come home. The boys ask me every day, and I am afraid to even guess, because I can’t handle disappointing them if I’m not right.
One of my friends asked me if I was going to write about all of this, and I probably will. I will likely have a lot to say. But not today.
Today, I am very tired, and a little bit scared, and I don’t feel much like talking. But I did notice something the other day, as I pulled out to go to the hospital: There are buds on the tree.
And so I stopped to take a picture, because hope is important.
3 thoughts on “Ten Days”
Carol, we are thinking of you and Paul and the boys every day. Hospital stays are such a drag but this will be a faint memory sooner than you think.
I can’t imagine what all your mind/emotions are going through. When I tried to tease Paul a little bit on the first post about it, his reply was serious. That alone scared me. I’m not his wife. I’m not his kids. I’m not his mother, sister, cousin, close friend. But scared I was. So I sit here patiently waiting for updates and pray for Paul’s healing, your peace, sanity, your own health, your kids, and everyone else. It’s ok to be real (and scared). The hymn: God Hath Not Promised comes to mind.
Keep looking for life’s buds.