A few years ago, my brother died after an illness of about 6-months duration. This week I nearly lost my mom. I can’t say that one is preferable. The pain involved in seeing a loved one suffer is simply unparalleled and difficult to bear.
A certain clarity comes with these things, though. Things that seemed important to me last week seem less so now. Conversely, things I took for granted last week, I now hold more precious.
My mom remains in the hospital, in the ICU, but has improved to the point that she will soon move out of the ICU into a regular room to being recovering from a very serious, life-threatening medical emergency. It’s going to be a while before she is back to normal, but her prognosis is good.
We have much to be grateful for this Thanksgiving, and every single day.