More jumping around

Friday, I received another shocking phone call from the boys' DDA.

Jace had what I can only explain as several absence seizures, or a long enough one it's effects were even longer lasting.  I will have to report it to his neurologist, and am hoping there's another explanation for his unconscious state.  There was no doubt whatsoever, he was not faking it or playing around.  It was so drastic, so clear that something was terribly wrong.
I'm left... numb.

A recent encounter with a certain person that has chosen to make sure her influence in our lives to be very negative (mentioned in another recent post) brought back the taste of her bitterness.  Earlier in our marriage, I tried desperately to figure out how she'd come to such bitterness and vengeance.  I thought I wanted to understand.  That understanding never came.  Maybe it's a good thing I don't get it.

As that taste entered again this time, I wondered, do I say something to her, or do I continue to keep my mouth shut?  After all, most people would have told her "where to" long ago.  In the usual spinning of our chaotic life I pushed it to the back of my mind after praying for guidance.

An answer came (along with several others) from a conference talk.

Even if this situation is totally different than the one referenced,

I will "leave it alone."

A very sweet person who takes such good care of our boys, really understands the seizures and medications, gave us a chance to go to the temple last night.  I can't express how grateful I am for her willingness to do this.  Though my friend Susie had offered, she's helped so much during weekdays that I feel seriously annoying asking for more.
The boys had a great time.