Life

We got the call. You know the kind. The kind you dread and never want.

My wife picks up the phone... "We are taking your mom to the hospital".

My mother in law was admitted to the hospital last week. My wife and I drove the kids to my parents house and then went south to the hospital.

You see, my mother-in-law has never been sick. Maybe a cold here or there, but nothing more than that. The only times she has been in the hospital was for the birth of her children.

And the news was not great. Her body was attacking itself. The doctors did not know what was wrong. And my wife and I caught on that the doctors and nurses thought it could be something really bad.

Then something great happened: The diagnosis.

The truth brought such relief. A simple blood auto-immune disease. Treatable. Scary. But on the level of scary- more like bad teen horror movie scary.

Life is precious and there are so many times where we take it for granted or just get misguided in our attempts to live. We cling to things that don't matter, even with great intentions.

My mother in-law should be fine in a few weeks. A little bed rest, some slow recovery, and she will be back to her peppy self.

My wife and I, yeah, breathing a sigh of relief. We hugged our kids a bit tighter when we saw them again and drove a little more quietly home.