That sounds very upsetting, I’m sorry you had to find out the way you did.
I felt strangely guilty after I found out, because I had been going about my morning with so much joy while the rest of the family was worrying to death. It hurt me to think that I was sleeping peacefully while the rest of the house was in such a panic. Everyone else got to process everything as it was happening, but it was all just dropped on me in one solid weight (”oh, didn’t you know? [this person you love very much] is having emergency surgery and nearly died while you were sleeping. Would you like some tea?”)
Things are better now (the surgery went well, they seem to be ok), but I can’t shake my guilt and resentment, even though I know it’s not rational.




