Have you forgotten?

It was a so exciting! Our baby girl had just turned 1 and we were leaving her overnight for the first time. Mr. Fish's friend Joe was marrying Meg in Chicago. It was fancy, which we are not. We would get to see old friends and spend time in the city.

On Saturday night after the receiption, I lay in the bed sick as a dog. I didn't know what was wrong.

Fast forward to Sunday when I felt ok all day.

Then Monday, somethings not right.

Then Tuesday morning, I can't move. I have a 1 year old to take care of. I called in sick to work but Mr. Fish couldn't stay home and take care of her. He left at 7 a.m. I crawled around our apartment because I couldn't stand.

Dory played in a bag of flour and covered our kitchen and herself with it. I didn't care, I just watched her.

The phone rings and it is my friend Vicki. She says, "SOMETHING REALLY BAD HAPPENED IN NEW YORK, REALLY BAD! PEOPLE ARE DEAD, A LOT OF PEOPLE, THEY ARE SAYING THEY COULD HIT CHICAGO NEXT! I AM FREAKING OUT!! FREAKING OUT!!" I say what are you talking about? The world is ending?

I call the doctor and get in right away. My friend Susie picks me and Dory up and takes her to Vicki's house. I don't get out of the car. We get to the doctor, I don't get out of the car. I tell Susie to go in and when they call my name come get me, I was sick!

I get in to see the doctor and he says I have a "raging bladder infection." I need to go to the hospital. The doctor office is now closing so they can go and be with their families. I say give me what you can but I am not going to the hospital, I am going home to be with my daughter.

Susie drops us off at home and she goes back to playing in the same flour. I watch TV for the next 48 hours with 15 minute naps every few hours.

My life would never be the same and I knew it. I had been robbed for the 2nd time of my normal day to day life. The 1st time was when I lived in Norman, Oklahoma and Timothy McVeigh blew up the Murrah building. For years I was jumpy and didn't like fireworks and now it would all start over. To this day when I am at a place with more than 1,000 people (like a football game) I think maybe they will do it again. But now I am prepared, I know God like never before and trust that when it is my time to go, I'll be ready.

Pray with me today for the families of the 9/11 victims and the Murrah victims.

God bless us all today...please.