Relax, He's a big boy

I had a couple of scares this week end. First on Saturday, I visited my brother and his wife, to be met by my niece, telling me that "Mom and Dad will be here soon, Mom hasn't been in the house yet, she couldn't face it." I asked her what she was talking about,
"Oh, didn't you know? They had a fire."
I looked up at the attic window, and saw it was all black. Now, here is the catcher! My sister-in law has Parkinson's, and cannot move very fast. They were baby sitting their two year old grandson. the only thing they removed from the house was a chair for Buz, (my sister-in-law), and jelly beans for Mikey, the grandson.
Apparently, the wiring in the attic caught fire, and the sawdust insulation didn't want to quit burning. After assuring myself that all was okay, and that things were under control, I went home to call my son and tell him about it.
I called my son and got no answer. I thought since it was such a pretty day they had gone riding. I called his cell phone, and his wife answered. I asked if they were on the motorcycle. She said, "No, we are not riding. We are at the hospital, we thought Doug was having a heart attack. I tried to call you, but there was no answer. It was not a heart attack, but they are not sure what it was."
"May I come sit with you? I'll try not to get in your way." My Sweet daughter-in-law assured me I would not be in the way so I went to sit at the hospital and wait for some kind of news. My 6'2" son lay so still, and his face was gray, I wanted to pick him up and hold him in my arms, but I restrained myself. I did tell him to get well or I would kick his You know what.
My husband was out metal detecting, and I figured he would be home soon and wonder where I was, so I left about 2:30 to go home and check in, still not knowing what was wrong with my baby. I explained my day to my husband, and listened to the events of his day.
I still hadn't heard from Doug and Nancy so I decide to call to see what was going on. The nurse had said that he would probably go home about 3:30. I called Doug's cell phone and he answered, sounding like his old self. They were on their way home. They had decided that he had Pericarditus and given him a shot of something anti-inflammatory and he was able to breath. I was so relieved.
We sat down to dinner and watched the Mariners game (I'm a Little fanatic where they are concerned). The Mariners lost and I didn't even care. My brother and his wife and little grandson were okay, and my son was okay. That was all I needed. Thank You, Lord Jesus!