Saturday, May 25, 2013

Dusting Off

I thought for weeks that if my son could just go to the hospital and get situated that things would be ok. I was so wrong. Admittedly I live in a lot of denial and a lot less acceptance of what this illness means for my son and for my family. Tonight I feel like I've been dragged behind a horse along a dusty, rocky, rutted dirt road and I'm dusting off now and feel dizzy and bewildered and scared and completely lost. I just want my son better. That's all and apparently the best I can hope for are the good days scattered among the ruins of this illness.

Tonight I feel hopeless.

Tomorrow is a new day though, right?

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