My Rock(s)

When things like this happen I always have the same reaction. I spend the first day absolutely catastrophizing. I think the whole sky is falling and there is no hope in sight. The next day I get angry and frustrated. By day 3 I start to see whatever good there is to be had. As scared as I am, this has helped me to remember how many wonderful people I have in my life. I have my friends, I have all of you praying for me and supporting me. I have my family. My husbands parents who are there for us no matter what we need. My brother-in-law who knew exactly what to say to us. We have extended family who flooded us with e-mails of support, prayer and love. I have my sister, who thank God is in this field so she can provide us with the information we need. I have my parents. My Mom who is there for me every single day even for the mundane crap. But she goes through this 100% with me. When I cry she cries, when I get mad, so does she.

I also have my wonderful husband. He always tells me that I am his strength, his rock. The past two days have been such a stark reminder of how much he is just that for me. Although I am usually a very strong person, I folded under this pressure like a lawn chair. And yet he stood so strong through the entire thing. Not that he didn't shed a tear or get angry, but never wavered in his love for our daughters and me. His strength has pulled me through this pain and fear and brought me over to the side of hope, faith and optimism. I consider myself a very lucky woman to have him. I have absolutely no idea how I would have done this without my family and without my husband.