Sometimes running doesn’t help and more thoughts because I can’t stop thinking about everything.

Janae, I have had that experience too- where I try to run and end up just sobbing. Sometimes it’s just not the right time.
I’m so, so glad Brooke is home safe. As soon as you posted about what was going on with her, it was weighing on me all the time. I have kids and there’s just nothing worse than this. We’re lucky enough not to have had any serious health scares, but I can just imagine how you felt. And yes- it’s a good lesson to learn. When something goes wrong I tend to think “Oh, they have so many other friends. Someone else is probably taking care of this.” No! Be that person. You can never have too much help.

Have not stopped thinking about your family! Praying that Brooke continues to get better day by day! <3

Hi Janae :) I am super glad Brooke is recovering and receiving so much love! What a scare :/ I know what you mean with running not always being the right thing. I went through a bone rattling break up last year and I stopped exercising for three whole weeks. My body went through enough and just the deep breathing as soon as I started running took down my emotional walls and made me sob. Sometimes it’s better to sit and be still :) When it’s regular life stress give me all the running and working out… But there is stress and then there are things that cut really deep. The fear and pain is just on a different level.

Something I have learned recently: If you let go, you’ve got both hands free :)

I’m glad Brooke continues to improve. There’s no place like home for recovery. And I know you’re glad to be home, too!

I’m so glad you’ve all been surrounded by some much love and help. There’s a great quote from Mr. Rogers, he said his mother always told him when times were scary to “look for the helpers.” (https://mcmomentsandmemories.blogspot.com/2017/05/look-for-helpers.html) We all need help sometimes. I’m often called upon to prepare meals for families in our church with needs. I’m happy to do it but didn’t really understand how meaningful it is until last year during my mother-in-law’s final week. We had so many people taking care of us. Receive help when you need it and give help when you can – it makes the world a much better place.

I am so glad Brooke is back home and the healing can start. Thankfully she mentioned the pain and you were able to get her the help she needed. I know you must be so stressed and please know I am in your thoughts and thinking of you and your beautiful family. Hugs and prayers to you all. Andrew, his family, your family and your friends are true angels.

Running can help us deal with issues, but sometimes it all becomes too much. I am so happy Brooke is home, and is on the mend. There is no worse feeling than when our children are sick — that feeling of helplessness is horrible. My oldest had open heart surgery when he was 3 (he’s healthy now) and I would not wish something like that on any parent. I’m so glad you were all showered with love during the hardest times. Love and hugs to you all
Stacey

For some reason I can’t see my previous comment to respond to your reply so here goes – I’m not sure if my best friend heard of that as a complication for her son’s surgery either. In any case, you got the care she needed and it doesn’t mean it’s likely to happen again with any future surgeries. Hope you have a great, healing day too! Also, I’ve heard that Zwift is very fun, although perhaps not as fun as Knox’s wheelie. My goal is to learn how to wheelie after pregnancy!

I had a friend who never failed to show up at races I did, or sent me a note to encourage me or to congratulat, the very last time we spoke was after a party and she told me I should be a writer (i sort of did that for a bit) ….she passed away just hours before I took part in my second ever (and last) Ironman…..all I saw was a text that said that heaven had another angel….it wasn’t unexpected, she had been battling stage 4 breast cancer..but just floored me, I almost bailed on the race…but thought, she’s want me to, I wrote Jill’s name on the back of both hands, for most of the race I couldn’t see it (maybe in the swim, but bike gloves covered it) but she got me through even then……was it therapeutic? but man, there have been other times, sometimes it wasn’t a run for me, but for them?