Kidney stones

Life works in mysterious ways. My daughter decides not to go back to college. She would have returned over the weekend. I go into serious depression about it. I feel sorry for myself, thinking of all the things I did to help her get into college, all the work getting her there and settled in, the help I gave her for the time she was in school. I even called a counselor to give me some advice about how to deal with it and how to get over the funk I was in. Then, on the day she would have returned to school, she started complaining of severe abdominal pain. Two trips to the E.R. in two days finally gave us a diagnosis of a kidney stone. Had she gone back to school, who knows what would have happened. She was in alot of pain, but luckily, it's not a bad diagnosis. Anyway, it all worked out for the best. She is better today, looking for a place to live with friends, doing job hunting, etc. And she says she plans to go back to school next fall. We'll see. Now, though, I'm just glad she's here. Sometimes we just need a little kidney stone to get us back on track with each other!