The news yesterday left me weepy and spent. I cried to get out the emotion of, not only the prognosis, but the pent up frustration that I have with her. Those cries are few and far between but necessary and relieving. Today, I can talk at length about it and even write a little about it. I can't reveal all for privacy purposes but I just need to write something.
The news first came when I was 16. It was around Christmas.
That Christmas she spent in the hospital, too sick for her home. I didn't stay long and I didn't dwell for I knew she would bounce back. The dwelling came out slowly over the years to come of watching her yo-yo lifestyle bounce her around. She never once admitted defeat or wrong. She just fought harder.
The fight in her is fading. The biology of it all will defeat her. She is human. Today she will have a normal day and we won't know about tomorrow until it comes. I will console her as best I can and let Him handle it for us.
My faith is strong, unlike when I was 16. I believe that He is there for us. He will be there until end.
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