Just a day over a year ago, I wrote about Catherine's breakup with a boyfriend. What I didn't write about, was what happened exactly a year ago today. I had sent a couple of texts throughout the evening, and she didn't respond. Andrew was working at an athletic event and he didn't get home until after 9:00. By then, I was frantic. I decided I needed to drive to her apartment and make sure she was okay. Andrew felt I was completely overreacting, but wasn't going to let me go by myself. While I drove, he attempted to call campus police to have them check on her. About half way there, in the middle of corn fields, Catherine called us to let us know she was okay. I've never regretted setting out on that drive.
Today, I made the same drive with almost the same emotions. Catherine began having seizures again, and went to the e/r. Andrew went to be with her, and I stayed home with the dog. I love my daughter, but I don't do well in medical environments, and I'll be honest, I'm a little irritated that she hasn't been doing everything she needs to do to take care of herself. While they are nearly certain that, just like last time, there is no neurological cause, they have chosen to admit her and run some tests tomorrow. Andrew needed his computer charger and comfy pants so I took them up to him. I took our sweet pup along so that Andrew could see her, and he gave her a walk while I went in to see Catherine. She is in good spirits and I'm convinced that if she starts making better choices she will be fine.
I came home and realized I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I made myself a big bowl of popcorn and turned on the TV. I smiled as I realized there a bunch of episodes of "Friends" on back-to-back. For one thing, it is one of my favorite shows and I appreciate the mindless entertainment. Additionally, it made me smile, because it made me think back to when this happened with Catherine two years ago. I was concerned about leaving her alone at that point, and we put this show on because we can all enjoy it, just like we did six weeks ago when Rosie died. Honestly, it brought me comfort. I have tremendous faith that everything is going to be fine, and I'm grateful for that peace.
It's been a long day, and I'm so grateful to Andrew for not only being willing to take a day tomorrow and be with her, but for being able to do that without any problems. And more than anything, I am grateful for my faith.
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