Earlier in the week I stayed home from school to care for my sick 2 year old. We all know how that usually ends up- well today was my turn. It had started last night and I tried to talk myself out of it. Like if I said, “You are not getting sick. You are not getting sick”, it was going to magically disappear. Wishful thinking!
It has only been one day. But it has been awful. I don’t need to go into detail because we all understand how the tummy bug feels. I asked my husband to stay home from work today too so he could bring our son to school and tend to the dog who would need to TLC today as well. He graciously stayed home and did whatever he could for me. I was so thankful for him.
It made me stop and think about those whose life consists of sickness and doctors visits, chemo, whatever the case may be. My heart goes out to them. I couldn’t handle just one day of feeling like this, let alone battling a disease such as cancer.
I heard on the radio yesterday after school that they were raising money for the Barbara Bush Hospital. There were children talking on air about their experiences. They sounded so strong. I am sure there are lots of feelings they encounter, but to be able to speak publicly about what they are going through amazes me. They are the bravest people I know.
Here’s to my health and reminding myself that it could always be worse.