life

When I was in 2nd grade I got really sick. It started out like the flu. I went to the doctor and they suggested I go into the ER and get an IV. After having some fluids pumped in me and holding down a few popsicles I was feeling much better. They told me to go home and get some rest. When I woke up the next morning I was too weak to walk. I crawled into my moms room screaming and crying. She rushed me back to the hospital while I barfed stomach fluid into a dirty coffee mug. After a few days of hallucinating and throwing up more than you would think humanly possible, I started to get better. They never found out exactly what caused me to be so ill, but it was never a problem and since then I have been fine.

My grandma always recalls how she booked a flight as fast as she could to fly out and be with me. She says that she cried the whole way from Boston to Denver Children's Hospital. I hate when she says that. I don't want to think about her being sad.

Today I really understood how she must have felt.

My mom called me, clearly trying to hold back tears and said, "There is something wrong with Mom Mom's heart". She told me not to panic until they have more information. All she knew was that Mom Mom had been short of breath and having heart palpitations so they rushed her to the hospital.

I was calm until I hung up. A wave of fear rushed over me. I have a lot of life left to live, and I want my grandparents there for every moment.



Aren't they sweet??

Thankfully she is OK. They think the problems were caused by a case of pneumonia so they administered interveinous antibiotics and sent her home with some good meds. I am so thankful. So so thankful.

I'm also a little sad. I feel like this was a sign that they are getting older and I don't want them to. They aren't allowed to age. They are young- both at heart and literally. Who else can say that their grandmother was 40 when they were born?

I know that scares like this are a part of life. I know that if medical scares can happen to beautiful, healthy, 18-yr. old girls like Flicka, then they can happen to anyone. I just don't like it. I don't want to accept it. I want to fix everyone.

I guess what I need to take from this is that life is precious. I'm going to live every moment to the fullest.

I love you M&G