I had a break down in the car this morning. I guess I should rephrase that. My car didn't break down, I did. Eventually your body just says, enough. I cried it out while driving. This has been a long road and I think I am tired. The car seems to be a safe place for me to cry; some may disagree. I am alert and careful, I promise. Everywhere else I want to be strong and together. Mostly I am. It's just hard to see Kevin suffering so and to be far from home. I miss my girls and I wish I could there to see Ty and his family. Tyler is six and the son of our good friends who was just diagnosed with Wilms tumor, type 4. Tyler had a long day of surgery and will have an even longer road ahead with chemo and radiation. We are praying for the family.
Kevin is optimistic still and fighting this as he knows how. He sits up in a chair to help the lungs open and take deeper breaths. He hasn't said much today except, "People volunteer to do this?" He's right, but in his case, as in many others, there ARE no other options.
Have a good day,