I didn't blog on Wednesday, which is unlike me. Usually I don't take unannounced breaks, but this week has been full of unanticipated challenges.
There are things I could write about, light-hearted things in the vein I usually write, but my heart isn't in them. My heart and mind are occupied with other things at the moment. Words like biopsy and phrases like transfer by emergency vehicle are the fog shrouding my sunnier thoughts.
Instead of writing until my fingers go numb I've been sitting next to my father's hospital bed. There are moments when everything feels familiar; the conversations with doctors, the indignity of hospital food, the constant interruptions to record vital signs. It's a Lifetime movie we've all seen, the sad one with a happy ending.
And that's what I tell myself, even as the person I love is having a hole drilled and redrilled in his skull. Tears will be shed, but this story will have a happy ending too.
Soccer practices, piano lessons, homework, back-to-school nights, blogging, working on my WIP and a chocolate birthday cake for my husband's birthday were all scheduled this week.
The chocolate cake will still happen. Some things shouldn't go uncelebrated. And I'm enough of an optimist to believe there will be a light soon, even if it's as small and flickering as candles on a cake.