Last night started off great. The kids went down around 8 pm or so, and that left Mark and I to get some things done. He worked on our website, and I cleaned (as usual). Around 10 pm, I headed up stairs, got ready for bed and picked up my book. I'm reading The Host by Stephenie Meyer, and I really like it, so far. I bought the book last May read the first two chapters, didn't like it, put down and now I'm finally getting around to reading it.
Surprisingly, I like the storyline. The first three to four chapters were pretty deceiving for me, thought the book was going to be a gruesome sci-fi, strictly alien talk kind of story...but Stephenie hasn't let me down!
So I read a part in the book about one of the characters dying from cancer last night, and it was all too real. I felt the pain and misery and the sting of death tasted too close. The last time I read something that made me feel this way was The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch who died of pancreatic cancer last fall.
Those kind of nights make me stop, think about what I have to lose in my own life, and pray for protection and guidance from the Lord, forbid anything happen. Life is so darn precious here on earth. In these instances, I become so grateful for eternal families. I would become a train wreck if anything happened to my kids or my husband.
I went to sleep, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. I was awakened by a screaming Bryanna. Poor kid had the stomach bug and had it coming out both ends. I think it always catches me by surprise, this stupid bug usually comes in the middle of the night. Why doesn't it happen during the day when I'm already awake and can handle it much better?
To say the least, today will be a down day. She is doing much better and is much happier this morning, although she tossed her breakfast (applesauce) up again. She didn't wake up til 11:30 this morning! Talk about knocking her out!