Trache Time

I turned 17 years young on July 13th. Approximately a week ago. The day I will always remember as the day we got the call for a hospital bed for my dad's Tracheotomy. It should be remembered as the the day I turned 17 and had not a care in the world. But ALS wants me to remember it as a sad day, a day not about me. In all reality that day wasn't just about me and it wasn't a happy day. The next day I left for Bethany Beach and my Dad was admitted to the ICU. On Friday 15th my Dad had a tracheotomy in as I lounged on the beach. On Saturday the 16th my Dad laid confined to a hospital bed listening to music as I swam in the ocean.  Its not fair that I have the ability to eat and talk and move and my father does not. Its not fair that I was forced to grow up earlier than I had hoped to. But life's not fair. It's a good thing we have Jesus, who plays favorites on all of us. He'll favor me and help me cope. Just like he has favored my father and has helped him conquer ALS. Maybe one day soon God will help the rest of us to conquer ALS.