Sick but finally getting better.

For the past few weeks I have been pretty sick. I am finally starting to feel more normal besides some lingering fatigue and a small appetite.  I can't explain how grateful I am to be feeling more normal again.  I was getting nervous for a while that I would never feel completely well again.  We never did find out exactly what the virus was but it really chewed me up and spit me out.  I saw a naturopathic doctor at one point and he told me I just had mom syndrome--I have four kids and I try to do more than my body can handle so then this virus came along and really did me in.  I'm hopeful that is reallly all it was but for a while there it was pretty scary.  I had fevers, chills, nausea, vomiting, weird shoulder pain, etc...  One Friday they took a blood test and we found out the next morning it looked pretty bad.  My white blood cells and platelets were extremely low--so much that the word leukemia was thrown out.  I felt nervous all day, prayed all day, and thought about how my family could possibly handle another cancer, another trial.  When John got home he took me over to the doctor for another blood test--to double check my levels.  We came home and had dinner and John played Mr. Mom again for the 10th time in the last couple weeks.  It's been so hard to watch him struggle with the baby or the kids and to be lying on the couch and not feeling well enough to help him in any way.  Then to think about not being able to help for a long time was starting to overwhelm me.  By the time John got the kids to bed I was in break down mode and he sat by my side and told me I didn't have cancer and there was no way I was leaving him.  We had a good cry and then watched some America Ninja Warrior for a while.  I got tired and decided to head to bed but asked him if he would first have a prayer with me.  Towards the end of his prayer we got a phone call--it was the doctor.  This was 9:25 PM at night.  I don't think doctor calls generally ever happen this late but he called--he said my cbc looked normal, "great" even."  I hung up the phone and John and I both bawled.  Thank you God.  It was our little miracle.  He does hear our prayers and answered them in the exact moment we needed them.  I'm hoping now to continue to recover from this horrible virus and never look back.  I can't thank everyone enough who helped me--Ann, my dad's wife was amazing.  She came for seven days and even slept over one night when John was gone.  She took care of Wes and cleaned and did laundry as well.  My family and friends were amazing and really got me through this dark time.  It's hard to be so sick that you have to rely on so many people to help you but I'm grateful we at least had them all to help.  John's mom is here helping now while he is in Hawaii and that has been amazing.  I am truly blessed.  I don't think I will ever take my health for granted again.