Another Crazy Week

This is the week I was going to catch up with all the backlog of chores and begin relaxing a bit. This was not to be. God had other plans for Charlie and me.

There was a long period of time when I was not in touch with my only son John. What kept me going was that I knew he loved me and that he knew I loved him. Somehow a parent knows these things. After several years, we finally got back together and saw each other from time to time. John is 42 years old and has gone through some tough times, but he is now employed at a job he likes and he is taking college courses, optimistic of the future.

However, another minor setback has occurred in the form of basal cell carcinoma on John’s head. This setback offered Charlie and me an opportunity to play a role in helping John out a little bit. On Tuesday, we left the house about 4:30 a.m. to pick up my son and take him for outpatient surgery. He was to be at Doctors Community Hospital in Greenbelt by 5:30 a.m. for the 7:30 surgery. The surgery went well, but the pain was more than John anticipated. As my son is single, but living with his father, we invited him to recover for a day or two at our home if he wished. After returning home around 11:30 a.m., we pulled out the sleep sofa in the spare bedroom for him. Needless to say, Tuesday was a day everyone was sleepy from the early wakeup hour, and we all had a long nap. The next couple of days were kind of lost in a fog. John found it difficult to chew anything so we had to find things he could eat easily. He was in and out of bed, going from the bedroom to the sofa and back again. Slowly, the pain began to ease enough that today, Friday, John returned to his dad’s home. John admitted that he was still sleeping on a blow up mattress he had borrowed. This knowledge made me feel relieved that I had given him two new pillows and fresh pillowcases. At least, his poor swollen head would be comfortable as he recovers enough to return to work on Monday.

We know many of you also have had to pitch in with your grown children to help them through some tough times. It is heartache to watch your children deal with setbacks; however, it is a joy to see that they can handle themselves in a mature manner. This is a testimony to loving parenting that is a gift from God. God is guiding us, and we are grateful.

According to Judy