My mom gets to have her drain removed today. My dad has to give her blood thinning shots every night for a couple more weeks, but hopefully she will start feeling normal again. Because the surgeries were so close together, she didn't have a chance to recover before she was back in the OR. There are a lot of people on my street that are experiencing hard trials. I think that made it easier to go through all this with my mom. We were able to see that we were not being punished or picked on. We were simply handed a trial that we could handle and become stronger because of it. For months before my mom was diagnosed, I knew something big would happen in my family. I had been too blessed. I couldn't think of any major struggles I was experiencing, and I knew the Lord was preparing me. I still have a fear that something else is headed my way. I believe that trials are blessings in disguise, designed to make us stronger. My biggest trials lately have been watching people I care about go through hard things. I haven't had to do anything particularly awful my self in a long time. I'm trying really hard to push this fear away because I am certainly not asking for something bad to happen to me, I am just realizing that I am really blessed.