Today was my first day of truly owning what it means to be a caretaker. Just as I came inside to escape the frozen rain pellets, my Mom called. She was agitated, frustrated and at the end of her rope. You see, the day before I granted myself a run-away – we scheduled my 81 year old, heart-afflicted Dad for full back surgery. He fell. He broke his back. The doctors tried a non-invasive procedure to stabilize his back. That procedure seems to have failed. Visit to ER. It seems his spinal cord is compressed in the area of the procedure. Full surgery recommended.
Both brothers – whose “I live a long way away” hearts are totally in the right place – want a second opinion before the surgery. Dad, not understanding how simple getting a second opinion is, cancelled his surgery. He rescheduled for Easter week to allow time for second opinions. Whole family scheduled to be at our house for Easter. Three board meetings that week. Youngest daughter is getting married April 28. I am definitely in a swivet. Did I mention that those board meetings and family Easter weekend are scheduled to occur 4.5 hours west of my parents’ home??
Perhaps that is what God is telling me yet again. “You are not in charge. You are not in charge.” So again, I relinquish my need to be in charge. What will be will be. I AM NOT IN CHARGE! Thy will be done. Amen.
We are missing you here in the Valle with Wild Women Writers!!! Prayers for you and yours and praises for hail. Hail-le-luiah!
ReplyDeleteHail-le-luiah indeed. I would dearly love to be with you this weekend. It feels good to be missed, especially by Wild Women Writers!
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