I’ve been busy. The day job has been a bit hectic, and my Little Guy has been sick again. First diagnosed with a bronchial infection a week ago…that was quickly followed by yet another ear infection. **sigh** I hate it when he feels awful. He’s feeling much better now, thankfully, and will be getting a second round of tubes in his little ears this week. The first round worked wonderfully (we went six months without an ear infection) until they fell out. We’re hoping this set stays put for a while.
Last Thursday (I can hardly believe it’s been that long – I’ve been meaning to blog about it ever since) I was grouching a bit about how rough Friday might be at work. A big project was finally coming to a close, and I was anticipating a rough day.
Hubby said to me, “Let me give you some perspective.” He then told me of a co-worker of his who has a little granddaughter recently diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer. She’s close in age to our Little Guy, and already she’s going through chemo and other treatments.
My first thought of course, was for that little girl and her family. I simply can’t imagine the horror and grief of watching your child deal with such a scary disease. My heart goes out to them, and they will certainly be in my prayers.
My second thought, was – shame on me. Shame on me for feeling grouchy about something silly like a long day at the office. I have so much in my life to be thankful for… so much to make up for any inconvenience life might throw my way.
I am a lucky lady, and I’m so very glad that I have a no-nonsense hubby who reminds me when I forget.