It saddened me to hear that the Queen of England had to fulfill her Diamond Jubilee duties without Prince Philip by her side. While I’m no queen, sometimes the show must go on for me, too.
My husband was in the hospital Monday and Tuesday of this week. He’d been having pain in his weak leg for over a month and saw a vascular surgeon last week who wanted to perform an arteriogram this past Monday. That was really bad timing for me since Monday and Tuesday were the first two of a 15 day commitment I’d made to conduct training for the State Department of Education. I asked the doctor if we could delay the procedure, to which he advised against. So I called in the troops: our children who filled the gap in my absence.
Did the Queen feel like crap on Monday over not being by her husband’s hospital bedside? Was she rattled? If so, did anyone notice?
After I got Ronnie settled and prepped for his procedure, I had to hit the road. While Ronnie was in his daughter’s GOOD hands, I felt like crap! By the time I got to Nashville to my training, I was so rattled I couldn’t remember my home address. I looked from side to side, relieved that no one was waiting on me as I attempted to complete the requested information on the sign-in sheet. Call me a control freak. Call me a doting wife. Call me whatever you wish, but I hope I’m never absent in that way again. Guess that means I’m not cut out to be Queen.
I thank God we have children willing to rearrange their schedules to support us in times of need. What would we do without them? We’d have to go against the doctor’s advice and delay the placement of stints Ronnie needed to restore the blood-flow in his legs – that’s what.
Thank you to all three of our children for being there when we need you most. We love you. I love you!
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