Lose a leg
One of the blessings of owning my own business is being connected with my employees. After so many years, you can’t help but be involved and concerned about each others families and children. It’s what make is especially hard when someone is sick, when a child is gravely ill. This past summer, one of our newer employees oldest son was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. He has started chemotherapy and radiation. Everyday is a new challenge.
Yesterday, my longest employee’s oldest son ended up in the emergency room, then transferred to the University hospital for admission and emergency surgery. It is a gut wrenching day to get the relayed message, “Today, the goal is to save his leg.” Is it possible to imagine that fear? So we went about the work day seeing patients and waiting for text message updates about the second surgery, the lab results. We tried to answer questions and allay fears while trying desperately to table our own worry.
I still think it is a blessing to know and to be known, to be connected and surrounded by people who will pray for you when there is not much else to do but pray or worry. It makes me want to hug my sons hard and keep them close. We didn’t lose any sons today nor did we lose any legs today. And that is a good day.