I had a scare yesterday. The doctor told me I might have a blood clot. That it could dislodge at any moment and I would be with Jesus (his words were "you will drop dead")
It's interesting what you think of when you realize you might die.
1. I don't want to leave my boys, or Charlie
2. I DO NOT want to be buried in Cochran Georgia!
3. I hope Charlie would remarry.
4. I want to see my boys grow up
5. Can they make you look thin in a casket? (really)
6. So much more went through my head......too much to write here
So this morning I had a Deep Vein Ultrasound. I have had ultrasounds before. Some were great....when I was pregnant with TJ and Ben. Some were emotional torture, When we lost Nehemiah........this one however was PAINFUL....hurt like the dickens. I cried the whole time they did it.
So........they let me leave which I have to think means there was no blood clot. I don't think they would let me out of the hospital walking around with a clot in my leg.
But it has given me perspective.
Life needs to be LIVED

