I had a medical emergency yesterday. And I did what I always do. I tried to push through the pain. I almost made it to the front door of my job before I called my husband in tears.
Ernie Radford is always my first call. Whether I’m sad, I’m mad, I’m scared or feeling froggy, he always knows what to say. I said that to say this. Ernie Radford is the only phone call I made.
By the time I made it to the emergency room, my aunt and uncle were waiting for me. Bless their hearts, because they live within walking distance of the hospital, they get called every time a baby sneezes too hard. I explicitly told my husband not to call them. Technically, he did not. He called their oldest daughter, who showed up in the ER shortly after they did.
I contacted very few people in my hour of need. I sent a message to my siblings. I called on three friends for prayer. And I called my job to tell them I was not going to make it.
But I know full well that my circle extended beyond my initial points of contact. I can tell by the number of times my husband’s cell phone chirped.
I felt loved yesterday. There were no chocolates or flowers. Just prayers, hand-holding, car-parking, transportation for my kids, and a pair of leggings from heaven! Thank you for standing for me when I couldn’t stand for myself.
With all the love I can muster,