When Paul got home from primary we were talking and he said
“are you (meaning me, Mom), not going to Disneyland because you’re sick? I told him no I was going
to Disneyland with them, and staying the whole time and then coming home after. He
said “you didn’t come home last time”, “you stayed at the hospital”. All the
sudden I realized; he thought I wouldn’t be coming home from Disneyland with
them because I was going to be sick again. He was referring to when we went to St. George and I became septic, and ended up staying in the hospital, while he and the rest of them went home to Salt Lake. I can’t imagine what went through his
head with everything that has happened. Go on a trip and go home without your
Mom. I think for him to bring it up about Disneyland must’ve really had
an impact on him.
As
I sit here writing a letter to my son on a mission in San Jose, CA, I’m drinking a bowel prep solution. Uggh! It’s
nasty! So of course I write a little go to the bathroom and on and on… I have
my colonoscopy tomorrow. Just wait if you haven't had one yet.… The ward has been great
they bring in dinner once a week on (1) med weeks and twice a week on (2) med
weeks. I’ve just had to learn that it’s ok to receive help right now. Last week
was a (2) med week so I missed my test, and my class. I was just plain old sick
till Saturday.
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