Life is precious

Well here I am again feeling like I wanted to get all of the stuff out of my mind. It's nice to have a journal to turn to when my mind is racing with all sorts of things. Yesterday I woke up the girls for their usual get ready for school routine then Keona came up to me saying she wasn't feeling well. She claimed she had a sore throat and didn't feel up to going to school. I told her she would have to stay on couch the whole day with nothing to do and she said okay. I decided that she should have medicine and take her anyway and she had a huge fit. She was crying so hard that her whole little body was shaking and couldn't even put clothes on. I saw Keona sitting at the island counter looking all miserable and I was thinking perhaps i was hard on her so I asked her if she was avoiding school. One thing led to another and the puzzle was put together and realized that Keona didn't want to go to school because of her substitute teacher. Her teacher was in the hospital because of her pregnancy so I am assuming it is because she needs to be on bed rest so she won't be coming back for awhile. Keona misses her and says the substitute teacher is very strict. I hope her teacher comes back, it isn't easy for kids to have changes like that.

I had been contemplating since yesterday late afternoon when Adam notified me that Eva's flute teacher was in an accident on Monday. She was driving with her two children and got hit by a cement truck near my parents house. The teacher (Melissa) is currently in the ICU and her two year old daughter died when arrived at Primary children's hospital after being airlifted there. Her 9-10 month old baby boy was injured but is doing fine. I just cannot stop thinking about Melissa and cannot imagine or ever want to imagine what she must be going through the loss of a child. Her daughter was named Mary and she came several times with her mom and brother to teach Eva her flute lessons. Mary was an adorable red-headed two year old who adored our dog Haole and loved to play with him and with our son Tommy who is also two. When Adam told me my heart stopped and I couldn't breathe then I looked at our Tommy and just was heartbroken for Melissa. I just held on to my son and was thinking Melissa isn't able to hold onto her daughter anymore. I held onto my girls and Alimaka as well, life is precious.

Tommorrow I have a cat scan to check out my Sacroiliac joint to see if that's where my pain is generating from. I am so exhausted from constant pain and hope dr finds something to resolve and cure my pain like it has for Adam. The doctor told me surgery is not an option for me and physical therapy is all that can be done at this time. I wish I didn't have to depend on medication and the pain would miraculously disappear but that's wishful thinking. Well off to bed I go, I got to get up between 7-8am since my cat scan is at 8:30am. Lovely. Good night.

Lisa