Counting Blessings and Relying on Hope

After the Week from Hell

Please be patient with me as I muddle through this.  I’m tired and stressed and coming off of what will forever be known as the week from hell.  My challenge in this article is to express myself honestly and accurately as I share a harrowing experience that scared the bejeezus out of me and my family and caught us off guard.  I’m always sharing messages from the Archangels, among others, and they are all filled with hope, comfort, and support, and I believe in them and trust the Angels completely, but this week challenged my peace of mind without a doubt. 

The Archangels have taught me a lot about how things work.  I’ve learned that the soul plans the life, which is hard for many of us to accept, especially when considering hardships we’ve experienced.  It took me a while to understand, but I feel like I have a firm grip on the way of things work before, during, and after life, and it makes sense.  I also believe another thing they’ve shared with me, that everything serves a higher purpose, but none of this knowledge made it particularly easier getting through this week.

I have many blessings in my life, and of all of them, I am most grateful for my children and grandchildren.  I gave birth to two kids, a boy and a girl, and I added to our family after my daughter’s best friend’s mother was killed in a motorcycle crash, and she eventually came to live with us while she finished college.  John, JoAnne, and Sarah are my kids’ names.  They’re all in their 30’s now, and Sarah has added two granddaughters to my life, while John has given me two grandsons.  Whenever my kids ask me how I’m doing, my standard answer is, as long as my kids and grandkids are good, so am I.  That was put to the test this week.

Monday started out just fine.  Sarah went back to work – she’s a teacher – and this week I was taking care of her girls, since school for students doesn’t start until next week.  Towards the end of the day, John texted me and asked if anyone in our family had a history of having seizures.  I responded that I wasn’t aware of anyone with that problem and asked if everything was okay.  He texted me a little later and said they were in the emergency room with their youngest, Joshua, eighteen months old, because he’d had a seizure at daycare and couldn’t breathe, turned blue, which was why they’d gone to emergency.  Josh had two more seizures in the hospital, and all these seizures resulted in severe loss of oxygen, life threatening.  It was determined that Joshy had a cyst in his brain that would have to be removed.  The only question that remained was whether or not it was cancerous.  An MRI was scheduled for the next day.

So many things to process here.  I thought of my mother, who lost her mother at the age of fourteen, and who taught us never to take our health for granted, that if you had good health you had everything.  I’m sure losing her mother at such a young age taught her that lesson.  I thought of all the terribly sad pictures I’d seen of little kids who were bald and skinny with pale skin as they struggled to stay alive.  I thought of people I knew or read about who had to go through that and the terrible toll it takes on everyone.  And, I thought about children who had died in infancy, toddlerhood, and other early stages of their lives that should have been their beginnings when their lives came to an end.  It hit me hard that things can change in a heartbeat.

My son and daughter-in-law were beside themselves.  Thankfully and luckily, her parents were already in town for a visit, so Josh’s older brother stayed at home with them, while his parents stayed with baby brother in the hospital.  A blessing, to be sure.  I cried a lot, because I was scared and unsure of what would happen in the coming days.  Also, I kept thinking about my grandson, who was too young to understand what was going on.  You can’t explain to a baby why they hurt, why they have to go through all these scary tests, why his parents can’t hold him when he’s crying during an MRI, and so many other things.  I was so scared and hurt for him and his parents, and I was so worried about what the MRI might show.

I spoke to the Angels, although I didn’t ask for answers and reasons.  What I asked for was the strength and guidance I needed to help my family get through this, whatever happened.  Since I know how things work, I didn’t ask for a miracle, I didn’t ask for the results I wanted so badly, because I knew this situation served a higher purpose, not that that made it okay, I knew we were supposed to learn something from it, and I knew that whatever was planned for my grandson’s life would play out one way or another, according to the plan his soul put into place.  I did, however, tell the Angels that none of that took away the heartbreak of the situation, and I wasn’t ready to try to pick out and learn from the intended lessons. 

Yes, I knew there was a plan in place, but this was my grandson, and all I could think of was that I didn’t want him to suffer, and I didn’t want to live any part of the rest of my life without him.  What I did ask of them was that they would comfort Josh and his parents and do whatever they could to strengthen and help them.

I’ve never been mad at God for the hardships I’ve gone through.  I still don’t know why some things happened, but I accepted them and never felt angry.  This included when I lost my dad to cancer, my mother and sister to Alzheimer’s, my husband to Parkinson’s, and the other painful losses of friends to disease or disaster.  I wasn’t channeling through most of that, but I never blamed God for what happened.  I wasn’t mad at God or any of my Guides for what was happening with Josh, either, but I didn’t get a great deal of comfort from the knowledge I had or the support I got from the Guides at the time.  I appreciated it, but I can’t say it made the situation any better.

Tuesday’s MRI results offered some relief, as there didn’t appear to be any cancer inside the lemon-sized cyst on the side of Josh’s brain.  The doctors were very surprised that Josh hadn’t exhibited any weakness on one side of his body or had any other symptoms before the seizures started, but he’s a tough little kid.  The cyst would definitely have to be removed, as it was not compatible with life due to the disruption of spinal fluid and seizures it was causing, and since it was so big, it couldn’t be removed in an inobtrusive way.  Part of Josh’s skull would have to be removed and rebuilt, but the two top pediatric neurosurgeons on site, who were both going to be part of the procedure, were confident that Josh could make a full recovery.  I was so grateful to hear this, but I was also overwhelmed that my grandson, who was too little to understand what was going on, would undergo major brain surgery before the age of two.  The surgery was schedule two days later, which was yesterday as I write this.

I made some requests of my Guides.  I asked the Holy Mother to hold Josh in Her love, since we couldn’t, through the surgery.  I asked Yeshua (Jesus) to comfort my son and His wife as they waited during the procedure.  I asked every healing Guide I know through channeling to guide the surgeons in any way they could without interfering with the life plan, which I knew they could not do.  I have no doubt they all showed up and did their parts to help us get through this.  I didn’t sleep much the night before the operation.  I haven’t slept much this whole week, actually.  After tossing and turning most of the night, I decided to just get up.  I looked at the clock:  4:44 am.  I had to smile, because that’s a repeated Angel number.  The Archangels were reminding me that they were with me, that I wasn’t alone.  I smiled and thanked them.

We were all on pins and needles during the surgery, which lasted over five hours.  It went well.  No surprises, still no cancer, and the doctors were hopeful that the cyst wouldn’t come back, although that’s always a possibility.  Josh has a gnarly scar that starts at the hairline and goes all across his forehead, all the way down to his ear.  Small, neat stitches rejoined his scalp over the rebuilt portion of his skull.  My son sent two pictures of him holding Josh in recovery, still sleeping, and absolutely beautiful as he held his new stuffed llama.  The doctors were amazed when the baby woke up from the anesthesia and already wanted to get out of bed!  Tough little guy!

I can’t describe the gratitude I am experiencing.  In addition to the gratitude, however, is the knowledge that we are blessed and very fortunate.  My son and my daughter-in-law are very successful and have very good paying careers in management positions within the engineering and medical industries.  They have very good insurance that will cover the bulk of the expenses, and there was never a question about whether or not Josh would receive the best medical care available.  I can’t help but cry for all the children and families who do not enjoy such privilege. 

How many families have been denied medical care, because they don’t have insurance?  How many parents have had to watch their children suffer who had limited options available to alleviate that suffering?  That’s not right.  Joshua is beyond precious to me, but as hard as it is to imagine anyone loving their child as much as I love mine, I know he’s no more precious to me than other children are to their parents and grandparents.  I cannot imagine the heartbreak of knowing medical care exists that could help or save your child and not having access to it.  That is inexcusable, a travesty, and the epitome of unacceptable inequality.  That should never happen, and this has to change.  No child is more precious than another, and they should all receive the best medical care available.  Not just children, either.  All people of all ages.

So, I’m counting my blessings today.  I finally got a decent night’s sleep last night, and that helped a lot.  Josh is being monitored closely, but he may get to go home as soon as this weekend, depending on how he’s doing.  He looked great during FaceTime last night.  None of his regular smiles last night, and he was tired and swollen, but man, what a miracle!  I never felt alone as I struggled to deal with the situation, but even knowing I wasn’t alone, it was a harrowing, extremely frightening week.  Knowing that Josh has a spiritual team assigned to him in addition to those I asked to watch over him, that he had the best medical care available, and that if the worst had happened his soul would go on living, had only a very limited, positive effect on my mental and emotional health as we went through this big scare.  I’m being as honest as I can be here, because when hard times come, even when you know you’re not alone, it doesn’t suddenly alleviate the strain and stress, even though it can help you get through it.

However, what I want you to know is that, although not everyone has insurance and medical recourse available, everyone does have high guides and Angels available to them.  You may not see them or hear them, but they’re there, and they’ll answer calls for help from anyone who makes them.  I didn’t get special treatment from any of them.  I got their standard treatment, which everyone receives upon request, so when things hit the fan, call on them and know they hear you and will respond.  They didn’t change the outcome for me just because I channel them.  That’s beyond their capabilities.  The life plan is golden and cannot be changed by anyone other than the human being who can affect the outcome of the plan through the use of free will in some circumstances, illness not usually among them.  Still, help is available to everyone if they ask for it, although it’s not always the kind of help you might ask for.  Having said that, comfort, strength, and the knowledge that you are never alone can go a long way towards easing pain, stress, and fear.

There’s every reason to believe that Josh will make a full recovery, and that is my highest hope.  He’s such a blessing among many blessings that I count today.  My heart goes out to every parent and family who go through something like this, and it is my highest hope that someday, everyone will be given the top quality care that my grandson received.  Everyone deserves this, because every life is precious and valuable and worthy of it, without exception.

Tonight is the last Friday in July, and the intention for Friday night meditation with the Archangels is Healing.  Although this can include physical healing, I think it’s mostly intended for emotional healing, as most of us need to release fear, anger, and other emotions that are interfering with the joy, hope, love, and peace we all need in our lives right now and should be seeking, not to mention getting in the way of unity.  And yes, you can find these things if you look and actively bring more of them into your life.  It takes time and effort and maintenance, but if we focus on these basic foundations of life that we need, we can rise above the chaos that surrounds us.  Just call on the Archangels from wherever you are at whatever time you’re available, and offer loving, healing energy to anyone who needs it, and the Angels, along with our Arcturian ET friends, will gather and disperse it.

I hope your weekend is full of joy, hope, love, and peace, and you take a few moments to count your blessings, because anything can change in a second.  I also hope you will consider that none of us are alone, and we don’t have to struggle on our own.  Help is just a call or a thought away.

Blessings, all.