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Sunday, May 08, 2011

Enough is Enough

OK. So last night Maxine spent the night vomiting. (Dr. guessing the stress of too much medication and stress and not enough eating are catching up with her, poor kid.) Yesterday Horyon's father was admitted to the hospital, also for constant vomiting. (No news yet.) I have no classes this week, and Horyon only has class on Wednesday, so we are pretty much set to spike this one down. Quinten is healthy, and Horyon and I are okay. We just want to have a sane existence at this point.

We did have everyone home Friday night, and Saturday was mostly okay.  Long naps for everyone.  Right now Quinten is napping, and Horyon and Maxine are at the hospital (different hospital from the past couple of weeks) getting a slow IV, as Maxine had nothing left inside after about 11 p.m. last night.

Not sure what else to say at this point.  Horyon's father doesn't have insurance, so things will be very tight around here for a while.  On the bright side, Dad tells me that soon our house will be on the market.  On the less bright side, the first house we bought will be on the market soon because we just couldn't afford to keep it.

I find myself being nostalgic for a time which I'm not sure ever existed: the time of a normal, happy, healthy life.  Then I remember that I have a friend whose seven-year-old daughter has Cystic Fibrosis.  She has a regular regimen of IVs, being poked with needles, and taking medications.  I remember that I have many friends raising their children as single parents, making do with one paycheck and no one you can just count on to be there while you take a kid to the hospital.  I remember that I lived for two years in Nepal, where children in villages died, and still die, from diahrea.  I remember that my blessings are uncountable.

I have had trouble praying lately.  We pray at every meal, but it has become somewhat mechanical for me.  I am occasionally rescued by Maxine, because when she prays she really means it.  Today it was just Quinten and me eating lunch at home, and I got choked up when I prayed, saying "Thank you for all the blessings you have given us."  

So if you are praying for the health (and sanity) of my family, please also pray for my spiritual health.


Jeffrey said...

Thanks for sharing this, Rob. I'm sorry to hear that the going has been so rough for you all lately. When it rains, it pours. We'll keep you in our prayers.

Jeffrey said...

Rob, Glad to hear you're back on a bike again. What happened to your super-fancy bike that you used to have? I miss bike riding - I also miss living close enough to work to bike (a trip that takes 40 minutes by car through the hills wouldn't work well on a bike).

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