As many of you already know, my mom has to have open heart surgery. She has an aortic aneurism. There are two hospitals that specialize in this type of surgery: Cleveland Clinic (in Ohio) and some hospital in California. As I type this right now she is doing pre-op at Cleveland. I don't really know much about her condition, because much like my father, don't tell me unless I need to know because I am a dumb farmer and I don't understand these fancy medical terms. (Not really, but my dad sometimes uses this saying and it seems to fit...)
So anyway, basically they have to break her rib cage to get to her heart so they can do the surgery (obviously), so the recovery time is going to suck. Shannon, my father, and my mother will be out in Ohio for a week for this surgery, and since our cows should be having calves any day now, I get to hold down the fort here and be 'farm bitch'. Although, it's not like I really mind. I actually like the idea of being home while my cows are calving, since that hasn't been the case for the better part of 3 years.
I guess what I'm really getting at is that you don't know how fortunate you really are until something bad like this happens. When Grandma died last fall, it really got me thinking and appreciating life itself, as well as making me think what exactly I want out of life. I don't have any major goals so to speak (except survive... Although, nobody gets out alive... XD ), but I do want to get as much out of this god forsaken world as I can while I'm here. When I stand back and think about how much I have, I realize I take it all for granted. My parents are still together and they love each other very much (although, sometimes I wonder... Haha, that's a joke.)... My parents aren't overbearing and they are very understanding with everything I have gone through ( *in absolute hysterics* 'Oh my god, my car is dead. Dad is going to kill me! I don't want to die. Dad's going to kill me.' And low and behold! I am still alive!) I have a sister who I talk to (I know people that absolutely hate their siblings)... I have many friends from high school and both colleges that I have gone to, and if I needed anything, most would offer to help... Up until last year, I was 20 years old and had not lost any close family that I had known... Other than the fact that I am blind as a bat without my glasses and have a huge chest, I don't have any physical ailments (Although, most people would say the chest is a blessing, I on the other hand, think it's a curse.)...
Anyway, the people that complain about their life and 'how it's so bad. I hate my life.' Blah blah blah. You really have nothing to say. I know I must sound like the biggest hypocrite ever. I know how those people feel; I've been there before. But no matter how bad life gets, you're still alive. And unless you have been a complete asshole to everyone you know, somebody out there will be there for you; even if they are 2000 miles away, they're still there for you. Those people that 'hate their life', one day I hope you will wake up and smell the freshly cut hay (or... coffee... I dunno...) and realize that no matter how dark and depressing your world may be (or seem, rather), it will get better, and I understand that people need to realize this on their own, much like yours truly... I just hope you all realize it before it's too late.
Okay, I'm done. Time to go dig up some grub and check on the moos.
