Sometimes life happens, and challenges are placed before us. At these times, we must dig into ourselves and pull from our inner strength. While this is interesting and engaging in the fictional universe, it can be exhausting in the real, every day world. It’s fun to escape into the problems of others, even if dark and moody. It’s less fun to spend endless hours beside a hospital bed, waiting for a test result, hoping for an answer and a solution.
As I write this, my father is in the hospital, my mother and sister at his side. Sometime later today, I am going over for a change of the guard so they can eat and rest. We’re not sure what is going on with Dad, but we do know something is incredibly wrong. My best theory at the moment is somehow his brain’s been stolen, similar to the episode “Spock’s Brain” from the original Star Trek series. In other words, he is not himself due to some medical reason. I’m not going into details, mostly because we have few details to go into.
Life goes on, and we wait and pray and hope, relying on faith, and trusting in the hospital staff. Out of respect for others beliefs, I avoid discussing religious topics. However, today, I am grateful for my faith and for the comfort and hope that centers me while we wait.
Due to this family emergency, there may be a brief hiatus in posts, and tendency towards the serious. I believe everything will be okay, but we are in the dark valley, not sure what will come, and feeling the looming shadow of a mountain we may have to climb over. However, the mountain has another side in the sunshine, and we will get there. It may be a long, hard journey, but we will get there.
SIDE NOTE: My family is awesome, and has rallied together to help each other out.