This has been one hell of a week.

Sick, doctor appointments, x-rays, mammogram, barely any sleep, torrential rains and flooding, and worrying about having everything I need together for my PubSlush campaign.

Then this morning my husband called my work line…he never calls my work line unless it’s an emergency. I had my cell phone on silent because well, I was at work and busy.

The first words out of his mouth were, “Don’t worry, everything is okay. Before I say anything else, just know he’s fine.”

Immediately I knew something had happened to our son. I was right. He was in a car accident. My heart was in my throat but my husband continued to assure me he was alright. He’d been rear ended by a pick up truck and pushed into the back end of a jeep. He’s only eighteen but he’s a very mature eighteen and has…