it's times like these you learn to live again
it's times like these you give and give again
it's times like these you learn to love again
it's times like these time and time again
Sometimes we find ourselves thinking the world owes us something because our lives are harder than most. Unfortunately for me, I am not a religious person. I have no faith. Am I an atheist? No I am not an athiest. Am I agnostic, probably.
I have just lived through one of the toughest things I have had to experience. I put the life of my son in the hands of a stranger . A doctor, but a stranger. This complete stranger, cut open my sons chest and removed 1/2 of his lung. Sewed him back up, and went on with her life as if what she did was routine.
I had terrible nightmares before the surgery, very vivid dreams, of the Dr. walking into the waiting room and telling me my son had died on the table. I wonder if she has dreams about having tell her patients parents that their child is dead?
Anyway...back to the purpose of this entry.
Should I be grateful that we live in a world that has modern medicine and surgical techniques? Or should I fall to my knees and thank GOD that he let my son make it through this trial in life, and pass.?
I wonder if the strain of this part of my life is to prepare me for something. Was this trial mine, and my son just an innocent part of a greater plan.?
it's times like these you give and give again
it's times like these you learn to love again
it's times like these time and time again
Sometimes we find ourselves thinking the world owes us something because our lives are harder than most. Unfortunately for me, I am not a religious person. I have no faith. Am I an atheist? No I am not an athiest. Am I agnostic, probably.
I have just lived through one of the toughest things I have had to experience. I put the life of my son in the hands of a stranger . A doctor, but a stranger. This complete stranger, cut open my sons chest and removed 1/2 of his lung. Sewed him back up, and went on with her life as if what she did was routine.
I had terrible nightmares before the surgery, very vivid dreams, of the Dr. walking into the waiting room and telling me my son had died on the table. I wonder if she has dreams about having tell her patients parents that their child is dead?
Anyway...back to the purpose of this entry.
Should I be grateful that we live in a world that has modern medicine and surgical techniques? Or should I fall to my knees and thank GOD that he let my son make it through this trial in life, and pass.?
I wonder if the strain of this part of my life is to prepare me for something. Was this trial mine, and my son just an innocent part of a greater plan.?
we need to be thankful hes okay and sometimes life isnt in our control but hes okay and so will we be once its done and hes back home where he should be
I know you think thats sexy dont deny it..
have a wonderfully lovely day at work call me at noon and tell me what your wearing.