Reblogging this today. Three years later and going strong.
Facebook just shared some memories with me today. Not that I needed Facebook to tell me where I was two years ago and what my friends were tagging me in on their status updates that day.
Two years ago, my husband and I were sitting in a waiting room. We were the first people to show up at 5 in the morning and sat there all day watching other parents come and go. We were the last ones left in the room when we finally left ten hours later.
It was a grueling day made easier by the posts and messages we received as we sat there waiting for the neurosurgeon to bring us news that our 8 year old son was safely out of surgery and that the brain tumor that sideswiped my family was out. At the time, our concerns were acute – “Will he wake up?” “Will he…
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