A belated thanks.
To everyone who prayed, posted, commented or emailed their concern for Heather over the weekend. There are no words for this sort of generosity, and there is no way to repay it. I suppose that makes it grace. It was stunning, and an invaluable source of strength to all of us.
In fact, I am convinced that the things that kept me going by last Saturday afternoon were the grace coming from the prayers and the gift of responsibility for the rest of the family. The peril never really sank in, and I still had to get things done. Duty means there's no time for self-pity--thank God.
I will always question the benign diagnosis, not out of distrust for our GP, but simply because it doesn't account for the effectiveness of the Heparin shots. A bullet snapped past, uncomfortably close, but missed. That makes budget woes and the housing market fade to deserved insignificance.
Again, thank you all.
A middle-aged husband, father, bibliophile and history enthusiast commenting to no one in particular.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
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