Someone I know and see very often is pregnant after years of trying. I am so happy for her and have kept up with her progress, baby names, nursery colors and being a mid-30s mom. She has been glowing and excited.
When I saw her today, she obviously had been crying. Her face was drawn and eyes rimmed in black circles. The baby sex had been identified---a girl. And she had a horrible problem. One that only one in 5000 babies have.
I am so sad for her. If she and the baby are able to have in-vitro surgery, her daughter will likely still have life-long infirmities.
My friend, so consumed and overwhelmed with what lies ahead, was worried about the cost of plane fare to the city she and her husband have to travel to for surgery. The thought of all that is ahead of her; the baby's survival, months of bed rest, more surgeries, treatments must be so much to even consider.
For some reason, my mind remembers my mom, Miss Judgemental, and her abilities for phraseology. When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she said "Don't get ahead of the Lord's plan." I don't think I know today what that means. However, I can relate to "One day at a time."
One day at a time. Part of the lyrics of an old hymnal.
"One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you
Give me the strength to do every day
What I have to do
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Help me today, show me the way one day at a time"
I am not a particularly religious person but one day at a time was the best I could offer.
How would you react to someone else's bad news?
How would you react to someone else's bad news?
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