Perspective

After the kind of weekend that left me in a frustrated, "For crying out loud people, you're adults, act like it and handle it!" mess (For example: one person in a certain couple has a 50/50 chance of being able to make it so they would like to RSVP as one because 'he doesn't eat much' and then I'm supposed to remember that one means two and I should save him a seat. People, I can't keep track of 200 people's crazy business. Decide if you're coming or not and stick with it.), I'm working on remembering that this is small change in the grand scheme. A friend of mine from high school had a son born with a slew of medical issues - essentially, his body simply duplicated the right side of all of his organs. He essentially has two right lungs, no spleen, etc. The worst of it is that his heart duplicated the right side. He has defied the odds and after something like five surgeries in his first two years, he's now in the last major planned surgery until he gets much older.

Now, I've never been the type to say that just because other people have mountains you don't have molehills and you should feel bad about being upset over your molehills but still, reading her blog about preparing for the surgery and the anticipated recovery for a poor little kid who's too small to really understand why and today's updates as the surgery progresses really reminds me that while, yes, this other stuff of mine needs to get done, dealing with all of it is super small change compared to the really hard stuff.