Wednesday, February 24, 2016

tuesday

I remember Rico's first visit to Mayo. I kept thinking that if they told us the worst, I was going to pass out right there. I thought that there was no way I could hold it together.

We meet with the surgeon on Tuesday, and now it seems that he could not possibly tell us anything worse than we've already imagined.

People say it will be better when we have some definitive answers.

I hope so, because crying every five minutes is exhausting.

2 comments:

Treats said...

Sending love...

Melanie said...

Keep going... keep moving forward. Thinking of you. Let me know if there is anything I can do. I'm slightly too far away to drop by and clean your house but there's got to be something I can do. xxoo