Scary News ........ Happy Ending

It's amazing how one phone call changes everything. For my large group of followers (haha) that know my boyfriend Jon, you know he works insane hours and cares a lot about his job. Well the big President of the entire company was coming in today (at 7:00 tonight) to see the restaurant. For Jon, that meant a 17 hour day yesterday. No, that's not a typo, 17 hours my boyfriend stayed at work to make sure it was perfect, 10 am to 3 am. So he crawls in bed a little after 3 am with me this morning to get a phone call from his step dad at 6:30 am (which is ok because he had to be back to work at 7am anyways, crazy I know!) We assume that it's about his grandpa. Quick side not on grandpa... he's a quadriplegic, he's been bed ridden for 10 years. He can not eat, can not talk, can not move a muscle... what caused this you ask? His terrible ex-wife who tried to kill him with arsenic... she failed and he suffers everyday. Jon's AMAZING mother (I'm talking saint people, takes care of him. She's never drank, never smoked, she's healthy... this is important... stay tuned) She takes care of him every morning, every night, and every second that the 9-5, M-F nurse is not there.

So, back to the story. We assume the phone call is about grandpa, which we would have been saddened with grief, however accepted. But no, it's his MOTHER. He shoots up out of bed like a cannon ball leaving the cannon. I now wide awake with pain in my chest am freaked out. Ever been the person next to the person on the phone getting bad news?? It's really tough! I don't know what is being said, but facial expressions are not comforting! It appears she's been rushed to the hospital by ambulance. At first, sounds like appendisitis; odd for someone who is 53, but still possible. Jon gets up, goes to work, we think positive... everything will be ok.

It's now 11:30 am and Jon tells me he's heard back from his step-dad... it doens't look like apendisitis anymore... it looks bad but he doens't want to talk about it while still at work. Tells me he's leaving in an hour to be up there (in Maine... precisely Waterville) and would very much like me to be there. I say of course, I love you, everything will be ok.

I send emails and make phone calls.. I have two graduate classes tonight, my very first sessions.. dear professor... family emergency... sincerely apoloogize... you get the jist... I call my mom crying, tell her what's going on and beg her to please take care of herself. Yes people, I'm legitamtely falling apart! So I decided I need to know exaclty how bad things are. I call his step-dad's cell, no answer. I pack, I stay positive (with tears streaming down my face).. I've been with this man for 4 years... I love her like my own mother, I can't bear to think she's in pain and I can't phathom what could be wrong?? She has NEVER smoked ANYTHING, NEVER drank a drop of alcohol, of course she's never done drugs, she eats 3 meals a day, she exercises, geee she even flosses every night! Why is this happening???

This is an appropriate time for another quick sidenote. I know mother and sons are generally close, but that does nothing to explain the bond between this mother and son. Jon is an only child. Jon almost died of leukimia at the age of 9. See where this is going?? These two are inseperable!!! When they are together it is the most beautiful thing. We laugh, we love, we play... it's amazing. His relationship with his mother is part of what I love so much about him!

Ok, back to story. I call Dave (Jon's step-dad), "please tell me what is going on?" He explains it looks worse than appendisitis... it was explained to him as something that is similar to "a heart attack to the colon". My stomach sinks more. He says that they were going to start with a laprocscoy to see what's going on and from there probably need to cut her open and proceed. It was possible that she would need a colonoscopy and all these other things that just did not sound great. While we were are conversing, I hear the doctor say, "Dave we are finished". Stomach is now down in my knees. I can hear everything as if I'm standing in that waiting room. The doctor says, "It was her apendix after all. We've removed it, she did great, she can even go home today!" I heard the whole thing with my own ear!! It was like angels playing music... I of course call Jon instantly and I almost cry to his reaction. He's (what I'm pretty sure was) hugging the guys around him and excitedly saying "thank you god, thank you god". I tear up just from the emotional roller coaster of the event and sigh with relief.

One phone call... one phone call can change your entire day, life, and your world. I wanted to share this with you because I believe the power of prayer will truly get you through many tough circumstances. There are happy endings, and good things do happen to good people. So for my dear friends who follow and each have their own very saddening and difficult situations; I pray for you, I have hope for you, and I beleive that everything will work out!! Love you guys!!