I walked into the hospital room, and was shocked by what I saw. A old lady lie in the bed, mouth open, eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, sheet pulled up to the chin over the withered, disease-torn body. I hardly recognized my mother. How did this happen in 5 short months? The doctors were stumped and couldn’t find any answers as my Mom wasted away. They chased cancer, pulmonary arterial hypertension, and several other diagnosis. None were confirmed.
That was 14 months ago. We thought we would bury Mom before summer’s end. We prayed to God; we cried out to one another; and we complained to the doctors. “Why can’t you figure this out?”
When the doctors finally figured out what was wrong with her, my Mom’s near-death situation improved quickly. I feel completely blessed that my Mom is still here with us.
No grumbling today. No complaining. Thank you, Lord.
I love you, Mom.