Life is full. Full of blessings, people, and yes, more doctor/hospital time. Maybe what it comes down to is this: I can do hard things, I can watch people go through hard things, and I can help people in the middle of hard things (even myself). Even when I don't think I can.
I don't understand why people must suffer, especially those who are innocent. Tyler is still dealing with kidney stones. He had his last surgery in May and started passing stones almost 3 weeks later. At the same time, Michelle suffered from another severe, right-sided abdominal pain. So we ended up back in the ER in side-by-side beds with Mr. O and I answering questions for each doctor through the curtains. It was an ER experience like no other, and the interesting thing is that their last ER visits in March were only a week apart from each other. Michelle has an even larger ovarian cyst that may eventually need to be surgically removed, and Ty passed a stone the size of which would have most men begging for mercy.
And then my parents' basement flooded and since we'd recently remodeled the downstairs bath, it made perfect sense for my Grandma B (who'd been living in their basement apartment) to move in with us. It seems that things have some full circle-I was living with her when I met Mr. O. You could say that she and I are kind of tight, and you'd be right. We are enjoying having her here with us. I hope when I grow up I'm as agreeable and pleasant to be around as she is. Don't tell, but she is creeping up on 90 this year - I also hope I hold up half as good as she has.
So life is busy and full. Sometimes it's full enough that I forget my ear and its persistent pain, and for that I'm grateful. Life is funny, life is strange, but most of all life is good.