I can't imagine what the experience is like for him, what is going on in his brain. For me, it has been three weeks of frustration, confusion and tears. Of trying to keep track of tests, results, infections, prognoses, drug dosages and more tests.
Coworkers and friends have been tremendously supportive with offers of help, food and expressions of concern. I am beginning to dread, though, each day, seeing someone approach with the look in their eye of "I wonder how she is doing. I should ask." I am exhausted with answering questions about his progress and mine, yet how can I not? They are all well-meant and heart-felt.
Several people have offered to walk the dogs for me, but that is my therapy. A little bit of routine to keep things seeming normal.
And the dogs are happy to oblige.
No comments:
Post a Comment