Whisper. It has been more than a trying week dealing with a severe infection which before being diagnosed I thought was a return of the big C. When the radiologist tells you to wait after a CT scan, you tend to worry (a lot) after having breast cancer. I worry about my girls not having a mother. I worry about my hub, the love of my life, left alone to raise them. These are whispers which remain with me in the back of my mind.
My youngest has taken this week of my having tests and appointments harder than I ever would have imagined. She is usually my “See ya later, Mom!” girl. This week she has not left my side, nor has she wanted to even to go to school which is one of her favorite places to be.
This reminds me of the two gifts God has entrusted me with, my two girls. Always a whisper in my subconscious, other days when they are more needful of me, I hear the message loud and clear, and I am so eternally grateful.