OK. I'm WRONG. There are plenty of things worse than having Easter Sunday in the hospital.
Off the top of my head: CANCER.
Cancer is MUCH worse.
As I laid awake on the small fold out chair in room 4307 my thoughts went to my kids. I'm missing Boy 1's last Easter at home as a child. (Even though he really is no longer a child.) I worried as I wasn't able to help the Easter Bunny stuff the baskets with all the cool stuff I had listed in my head but didn't purchase before I left for the states. I worried that the Easter bunny would forget. Gosh darn it, I am missing all our family traditions of this day. As my mind tried to get me to feel sorry for myself I looked over at my sister laying peacefully in bed hooked up to a machine and a tear trickled down my face. How selfish of me. How very, very selfish of me.
As tears streamed down my face my thoughts changed.
I would give up EVERY SINGLE EASTER at home if she could just walk out of this hospital cancer free. Then it started -- my mind went there, I started bargaining with God about the things I would give up if he would just heal my sister. In a matter of about 20 minutes laying in bed I went through at least that many emotions and I sobbed silently into my pillow wishing I could make it go away. Make the cancer go away. I HATE CANCER. It took my Dad, now it is trying to take my sister. Damn it. Have I mentioned how much I HATE CANCER?!
Then a nurse came in.
I snuck out of the room, headed to the bathroom near the family room, cleaned my face took a few deep breaths and went back in to start our day.
My sister was in good spirits on Easter Sunday.
She felt pretty good too.
In the morning before family was heading to church we had a few visitors.
Then we had lots of quite time and took a couple of naps.
I think we both needed a quite down day.
We took Rick on a walk.
Sister 2 was able to sit in the family room for a little while.
I showed her where I 'work out' each morning.
We sat quietly much of the day.
It was an Easter Sunday I will cherish forever.