So here is an update my son. I am withholding the graphic details.
His wound is gruesome and they were not able to close it. In my mind it needs a skin graft, but who knows? He is seeing a wound specialist today so hopefully we will learn something.
Worker's comp has denied his claim because he supposedly signed something at the hospital. We will see about that. He has run out of pain meds because doctors are not prescribing OxyContin like they used to.
Regardless, in the morning, he has to shower and change the bandages. This is a very painful process and my 30 year old, tough as nails son cries out in pain. It is the most terrible thing for a parent to listen to. I think, if only I could take the pain of my son, I surely would.
Think about that for a moment. Wouldn't you, wouldn't any parent take the pain from their child and bear it themselves... but alas, we cannot. Life just doesn't work that way.
But the next time you hear of some tragic thing, some thing that makes you say, where was God when that happened? Just remember, God is there, hearing our cries, wishing he could take the pain. Wishing he could hold us.
Jesus said, come to me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
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