Good Days & Bad Days
The odd thing is that some of Isa’s good days can be my bad days.
Even though she has no hair right now, she seems to be gaining a bit in strength. She has some personality, rather than just sitting around or whatnot. But we have a lot ahead of us. Oddly, I can easily forget this.
Papa caught me crying into my dishwater tonight as he walked in the back-door after work. I never liked beer anyway.
The really tough part is not knowing what is going to happen. Of course I still have Isa in my life. I imagine that the really tough part would be having her cross-over. At that point I’d have to take up running, because all the benefits and money raisers seem to involve some sort of running.
Tomorrow we have a clinic visit where we will likely find out the status of her bone marrow. What’s done is done.
I’ll hug Isa for you.