Today is Brook’s 13th birthday. Yesterday, his dad got fired. And just a day before that, I was discharged from the hospital because of my myelofibrosis. I feel bad for my son—he’s one of those kids who have to watch their mom go in and out of hospitals. Add to that the hostile work situation I’m in, and it feels like everything is piling up at once.

Sometimes you really do ask, “Why me?” I try to be an okay person, I try to do my part… so why does it feel like my karmic balance is tilted the wrong way? I don’t know how any of that works, but you get what I mean. It just feels like everything is in shambles.

Thirteen years ago, I thought I’d lose my son because of a suspected anomaly during pregnancy. I was told by my Ob to terminate the pregnancy while still early. I was so depressed because I was torn between an answered prayer and a medical advice. But God, the miracle worker cleared the way for me. Everything doctors (I went to 4) feared resolved on its own. I kept my faith and refused to end the pregnancy because we believed God would give us the perfect son. And He did.

So here I am again, Lord, holding onto the same faith we had 13 years ago. I know You healed the bleeding woman in Mark chapter 5, and I claim that You will heal me too.

I wish my husband hadn’t been fired a day before a celebration… but I guess they never think about things like that. Still, it’s just a wishful thought.

I bought Brooklyn a new GPU and that should make him happy for a while (ordered the unit before we knew we’d be financially impacted). Plus my sister gave him some money for steam and at this point, any free steam credits would make him smile!