01/21/2025
We spent most of December in the cardiovascular ICU with my mom. She had gone to the emergency room because she was having a hard time breathingā¦turns out she was actually having a heart attack.
The days and nights we spent there were agonizing. A nauseating roller coaster of good news then very serious news, then good news again until some new symptom seemed to point to deeper issues, still. It was a nightmare I couldnāt wake myself from.
She turned 63 in a hospital bed, but Iāve never been happier to celebrate her birthday than I was this year. She was alive & with her bypass surgery, she was actually stronger than sheād been in a long time, even if she was still healing.
Finally, just before Christmas, she was well enough to come home. I have been so extremely grateful for her resolve, her strength, & determination to heal. There is so much of this experience that Iām still processing, that we as a family are still processing, but I am grateful that God has given her more time & that she is officially in her āstronger than everā era. Itās a grace I donāt understand, but one I hold really close to my heart as I embark on my own journey to motherhood.
I could weep at the outpouring of prayer, presence, & support we received. I could spend the next 10 years thanking each nurse who cared for her, the surgeons that helped her heart gain back its functionality, and the community of people who checked in & visited.
Though it seems the worst is over for my mom, I canāt help but think of the families we met, all riding the same hellish roller coaster. If you are a praying person, would you please add David and his wife in room 12, and Danny and his wife in room 8 to your prayer list? And my friend, Anthony who just lost his momā¦would you pray for comfort, for peace, for God to make something beautiful out of these awful situations?
I donāt pretend to know the ways of God, or why some people heal and others donātā¦but I believe that prayer can change things, and that God hears us.
We are praising the Lord for my momās recovery, & standing in the gap for our friends old & new. We dance & we mourn together š¤
