It's always something

One minute everything is going well.  The next minute it's all gone to h*ll.

Why does that happen?

Last night we got a call that G's stepfather was on his way to the hospital.  He was in extreme pain and was also experiencing intestinal distress.  G met his mom and C at the emergency room and stayed with them until almost 1:00 a.m.  When G finally came home, C was still waiting to move from the ER to a room on the 4th floor. 

Tonight we visited C and he is much improved.  His doctor thinks he knows what the problem is and how best to treat it.  G's mother is much less worried than she was last night (when she was convinced she was going to be widowed for the second time).  It has been an intense twenty-four hours for C, but it seems like he is going to be okay.

It's also been an intense twenty-four hours for our youngest daughter, M.  This morning she called her father and said that she was sick and had been sick since yesterday evening.  She was also experiencing intestinal distress and was very worried that she might be heading toward the same problems that had landed her in the hospital this summer.

Around noon M called me and said that she felt achy all over.  She felt like she was going to throw up but she also still had the same lower intestinal issues.  Needless to say, she hadn't been able to venture far enough away from the bathroom to even consider going to her morning OT observation or either of her power hour classes.

When you're in college, there's never a good time to be sick and miss class, but two weeks before finals is definitely one of the worst times times to be sick.  Tomorrow is an especially crucial day for M to feel well and be at her best since she has an early final (no idea why it's not during finals week) and two labs.    

I hate it that my child is in so much pain and there isn't anything I can do to make her feel better.  I'm a little angry (at God?) that M is sick again.  It breaks my heart to hear the fear in her voice and know that she wonders if she will always be dealing with this problem.

I know there are other families who are dealing with much more serious issues with their children, and I wouldn't want to have to bear the burden they do.  But M is my child, and when she hurts, I hurt.

I hope that tomorrow is a much better day for M.