Thankful

So, this week has not been a super fun one to say the least. On Monday night, I got a phone call from my step-mom, which was super weird considering she was in her bedroom & I was in the living room. She told me she was super freezing and asked if I would come check on her but to not be scared, so I went to go help her. I understood immediately why she told me to be scared--she was shaking on the bed from what she thought was just from being super cold. I left the room to heat up her heating pad like she asked me to do & I called my dad...I described her shaking to him that it looked like she was having a seizure. It was one of the scariest moments of my life (next to my kidney stone, spraining my ankle, and some of Kayla's anxiety attacks). After heating up the heating pad, I went back in her room, but she told me that she was no longer cold, however, she was still shaking on the bed like crazy. My dad called me to ask how she was, and he told me to wake up Patrick because we were probably going to have to take her to the hospital. She said it felt like she couldn't breathe, but when she sat up, she could breathe with no problem, so Patrick and I were both thinking that maybe it was just a really bad anxiety attack but the shaking scared me. She was also not making any sense--we could understand every word she said perfectly, however, she was not speaking them in order or in a way that either one of us could make sense out of. We ended up taking her to the hospital. On the way there, she CLUNG to me, like a sick little kid clings to their mommy. She told me later that she did it because she was scared and needed to feel that security of being held. Luckily, since my dad is working nights, he was able to beat us to the hospital, so he was there waiting when we arrived. Patrick went back home, but I stayed to help answer questions and to make sure she was okay. She was admitted to the hospital around 6 that morning--a little over 5 hours after we got there. The doctors were saying that maybe it was a stroke, but after she had another episode of whatever it was in the hospital, the doctors changed their minds. They let her leave the hospital without a diagnosis, so please, continue to pray for her.

Throughout all of that, I am so thankful for all of the people that God has placed in my life. Brittany was texting me for most of the time while I was at the hospital. I texted some people from my school to let them know what was going on. One of my bosses called me to see how she was doing, the school nurse (who I didn't even tell) called this morning to see how she was doing, Kyle was willing to come up to the hospital when he got home from vacation if she was still in the hospital (praise the Lord, she wasn't!), and several other staff members let me know that they were praying. Along with everyone from my school, my youth pastor texted me a prayer, even though he was on his way to Cambodia! And my mom was also amazing--she took me to buy my dad dinner & go to the hospital to give it to him, even though her & Brenda do not always get along. What a wonderful momma I have! :) Before this I did not realize how many wonderful people God has placed in my life, and I am thankful for each and every one of them, even though I often take them all for granted!