Perspective

I admit it. I've had the feel-me-sorries since the superfertile birthday party on Saturday. I can't help it, I'm human and honestly I'm running out of patience.

But now I feel a little guilty.

I have a really cute little girl in my class. Her mom took an instant liking to me the first week of school and she's always sending me treats and cards for every occasion that's come up. Well, the last day of school before the March Break she picked up her daughter at lunch because she isn't able to drive. She told me that she had surgery on her right breast and that I should pray for her. I don't think that her daughter knows anything, or at least she's not showing any signs of knowing. 

Yesterday I wrote in the girl's agenda that I lit a candle for her at St. Joseph's Oratory in Montreal and she sent me a beautiful card to thank me. The doctors have removed the cancer, but they believe that it may have spread so she's going to have another surgery on April 3rd. I cannot even imagine what she's going through right now. 

So please pray for little A's mom. She has another child who is 5 years old and I can't even imagine what it would do to her daughter if she got sicker, or worse. 

I definitely have to stop feeling sorry for myself. I just wish that my wake-up call was a little gentler.