I don't think that flu has a "season." It can strike any time of the year, whenever it so pleases. The past 48 hours, it decided to pay me a visit. I am praying (and sanitizing) in hopes that it won't grab anyone else in this house. When I am sick like this, I think I will surely die. And then, the rational side kicks in (usually after the fever breaks) and I think of people who suffer day in and out with terminal illnesses. Today, even in my weakened state, I thank God for the good health that He's given to our family. Each time I hear another cancer diagnosis, I am amazed that it hasn't plagued anyone in my immediate family. I know that none of us has a promise about what tomorrow holds, but I am so grateful for each day, month, year, decade that passes without such sickness in our lives.
I thank God for my angelic little boys. Yesterday, when I was at my worst, they did a few worksheets/school activities, then they played in their room with Legos. I slept most of the day. At 4, they left for soccer. I didn't want to miss the games, but I couldn't even sit up. K-2 team won, 3-5 lost, their first loss.
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