I've debated and debated about blogging about this. I've started typing it twice only to delete what I had. But I'm not one to sugar coat things. I never have, and I decided not to start now.
It's a rainy gloomy morning and that fits my mood. I'm tired. I'm frustrated and discouraged. I'm scared.
When I was laying down with Lynlee last night at bed I couldn't help relieving the past 3 1/2 hours in one way or another. She is my life. She has made me complete but everything she goes through breaks my heart. I would give anything to take her place. She has gone through more than most and she always comes out smiling and fighting. I have no clue where that strength is from because I'm the one crying behind a computer screen. She was sedated again on Monday. I can easily count she's went under anesthesia at least 10 times. That makes me sad. But she is amazing. She came out of it smiling. She was on bed rest for 4 hours afterward. She slept for 2 of them but the other two she only asked to get up twice and didn't fight us when we told her she had to lay there.
Thank Goodness for a TV and the Disney Channel
Enjoying some chicken nuggets
I know it's not the end of the world and we will eventually be back to loving life. But I'm taking a few days to be cranky and sad. Because, well, I can.