An embarrasment of riches

When it rains, it pours as the old cliche goes. I am having a crazy couple of weeks.

My youngest boy has been in the hospital about a week and will likely be there for another. Then, my fourth child is due for her surgery the first week of May. This is on my anniversary with my second wife. Oh, and finals are this week.

All this has given me... gratitude and perspective.

I am grateful for the progress of medicine. 70 years ago my daughter would be impaired in her walking and my son possibly asphyxiated with conditions they were born with. Now they will both be safe and whole with what are routine procedures.

It is hard to complain about your lot when your sitting in an Operation Room waiting area with the surgeon saying everything is going to be fine and another surgeon is telling a family on the other side that at least one arm was saved and there will be limited mobility from the waist down.

I am grateful to wonderful wives. One who is bedside night and day caring for our son and the other who drops anniversary plans without any hesitation or regret and helps out the first.

Everybody has tough spots in life, I am grateful to everyone who has a part in helping us move through it.