So here's the part of the story that I actually break down a couple of times, I cry tears of sadness, I cry tears of joy, I ask God for the strength and courage to get through it all and he delivers in spades.
 
Last Saturday (the 24th) 2 a.m.  Molly gets up to go check on the sleeping boy.  I am trying to sleep because I have to work in the morning.  She comes into the bedroom.

M: Rick?

R: Yeah?

M: Pain. Bad pain.

Allow me to explain.  A couple of months ago, Molly was diagnosed with Gall Bladder disease.  We were told by the doctor that it would need to come out.  The projected date to have it removed was SUPPOSED to be on the 17th of February.  The gall bladder apparently had other ideas.  Molly was in a tremendous amount of pain and had me go back to sleep so that I wouldn't be worrying about her. But I was. 

I got up, get dressed and left for work.  This was around 6:15 a.m.   
Here's the thing, we were told by the doctor that she were to throw up, she was to come immediately to the emergency room.  I get a call on my cell.

She threw up.

I offered to come immediately home as I wasn't too far away but she assured me that she would be okay while I was at work.  I got to work, I started my shift.  I get another call from Molly.  Twice now.  I get in touch with my supervisor and explain the situation. He send someone to cover the rest of my day and I am home in a flash.  We went to the ER and they began the tests on Molly.  Oliver meanwhile, being a six month old, is just thrilled at the extra attention that he is receiving from the hospital staff and at thew same is being an incredibly good sport at the fact that he's in a hospital and is getting bored.  Thank God as well as he's too young to understand what is happening to Mommy so he's totally laid back. 

So they do the tests on Molly, and she's admitted the same day.  She is there overnight with the intention for surgery the next day as the gall bladder is really inflamed.  There was no way that she would have been able to wait until the 17th of February.  Had that thing burst, I would have lost my wife.  Oliver and I go home for the night and we come back in the morning to the hospital.  We are there until they take her in to operate.  She gets out of it fine but they have to keep her in the hospital another night due to her liver enzymes being extremely high from the day before.  

 Needless to say she is now home, back to fine, and ready to go back to work next week.  Me on the other hand, because of all this stress I have been putting on myself over the past couple of weeks (and I few other things I am not allowed to talk about because certain eyes might be reading my shit), well, I was taken into the ER today because I was (and still am) having  chest pains.  My biggest fear was that it was my heart. 

It's not. 

They did tests to determine that that I have a healthy heart.  I do however, have to set up an appointment for sometime next week with a cardiologist for a stress test.  Not looking forward to it.  I will be able to rest a little easier once this is all over.   
 
I am asking God for all the courage and the strength to get through all this.  So far, he has been there.  I will continue to pray as long as I breathe.  To all the naysayers that say that God doesn't listen, I say, ask for the right things and he will listen.  Ask for the right things, and God will being it to you.  If nothing else, this has reaffirmed my faith just a little bit and I am thinkful for that.