Feeling Grateful

This last weekend while Braxton went elk hunting the kids and I enjoyed some soccer games, listening to conference, cookie making, and just relaxing.... until Sunday night that is. It was then that I received one of those phone calls that almost makes your heart stop. My Dad called and prefaced our conversation by saying that everything would be alright but Braxton had had an accident. He told me that the saddle had come loose and he'd been thrown from the horse, hit his head on a rock, most likely had a concussion and was in route with Jason to the nearest hospital. I quickly tried to calm myself by remembering that concussions happen all the time, but truthfully, I was panicking. I called Jas to find out the details on his condition and to find out where I could meet them. I was so grateful that my Father-in-law and Dave who was over visiting, accompanied me to Evanston. Once at the hospital, Jason informed us that the incident knocked Brax out for about 5 minutes and after regaining consciousness, he didn't know where he was, and was alarmed by everything around him, the lake, dogs, 4-wheelers, he couldn't make sense of anything. Poor guy was not only delirious but really nauseated too. I was relieved to find he and Jason in Evanston with medical attention and thought we'd be able to take him home until the doctor brought in x-rays and informed us that there was 4 bleeding spots on his brain. I can't explain how scared I felt, I started shaking and couldn't stop. This is where I begin to feel grateful. I am so thankful for the power of the Priesthood. As Leroy and David anointed and blessed Braxton, I immediately felt more peaceful. I had a feeling that everything was going to be fine, and even now, thinking about the comfort it provided me, brings me to tears. He was brought by ambulance to Mckay Dee and about midnight Leroy and I left after being assured by Doctors that he would be constantly monitored and that they felt confidant he would be just fine. Sure enough the next evening we were told that a cat scan of his brain showed no worsening, which meant that it would heal soon. I was so thankful to take him home. He took such a hard blow to the head and to his lower back, he is really sore and bruised, but he hasn't been able to understand why he is so weak and tired. I keep telling him his body is trying to recover from TRAUMA, and would he please go lay back down?! Anyway, I am feeling overwhelmingly grateful that he is home with us, I am so thankful for my wonderful brothers, who took care of him and got him out of there, for my in-laws and their support and for the power of priesthood blessings.....and I am savoring all these grateful feelings because I know that when the bill arrives, I might not be feeling so grateful!