I think he was right. For better or worse, the events that shape and mold us the most are often the ones that sneak up on us.
This week, life happened. I’ll try to keep things brief.
My wife was sick over the weekend. Like, sicker than she’s ever been. But Monday, she was much worse. And Tuesday, she was worse still. We were up all night, the both of us. And when we went to our doctor and they could not get a blood pressure reading, we knew we were in trouble.
Now, I sit here next to my wife in her hospital bed. She was so dehydrated when I brought her that her blood looked like syrup. It took an hour of repeated sticking to get any blood to drip. But her body is distended with excess fluid. She is extremely painful and anxious. And as for me, I watch helplessly. I bring her things she needs but I don’t feel like much help.
And this is all related to our journey to becoming parents, the awful side effect of fertility treatments. Yes, there is a steep price to pay for some of us. You know the risks when you read the fine print, but you don’t really count on it. Our doctor says she is only her second patient in eight years to react this severely.
Yes, we covet your prayers. But even in this midst of this, something else is happening. Something to be thankful for.